Realms of Tanerila

Introduction

Damien rushed out the door of his house half dressed, he was late. Pulling on his cotton shirt and fastening his labour britches, he spun round and slammed the door behind him. Picking up his makeshift suitcase with his various blacksmithing tools poking out at either side as he turned, a myriad of sleeves and trouser legs threatening to burst out, almost leaking out of the unfastened openings in.
Today was the day that he was to leave this island, the day that, finally, he would leave everything behind. He would leave behind his job, his apprentice, his only friend and his house, and most likely quite a lot of his clothes too.

Anywhere was better than here. 

Damien hurried down the pathway towards the town with his shoes half on, not to mention also still being distracted by even the slightest abnormality along the way, despite his rush.

He had spent too long here since his parents died, he should’ve moved ages ago. Too many good memories that resonated around the place, those of which just turned sad and grey as he remembered the loss of his parents.

Bustling down the track into the town, Damien panicked about being late and missing a ship could mean that he would never get to see what it was like on the mainland. Surely, it would be better than the miserable years he spent on the island alone. It just had to be. He had become a blacksmithing apprentice after his Dad lost his job due to losing his leg to cellulitis after being bitten by a wild bear. He worked as an apprentice making swords and armour for the massing army which governed the island until he was old enough to join the army at 14. During his time in the royal defence at the border of where the two kingdoms meet, he received news that both parents had died in a fatal accident upon returning from a market trip.

Speeding to the docks, he sees the ship’s steward waiting outside the boat for him. He was maybe the only true friend that Damien had, and he was leaving him behind too. After coming back from the war, Damien automatically became the town’s blacksmith, as his tutor had passed away during the years that he was on the front. With the demand for steel low after the war had been fought, Damien ultimately had no work but crafting spare shovels and repairing things, perhaps the odd bit of jewellery. As expected, he fell onto hard times and his friend was always there to dig him out of his debts, more times than once.

He gave his friend his last goodbye’s and promised him that he would come back and pay off his debt once he had found his true calling on the mainland. He boarded the ship and waved goodbye rather woefully as he sat upon a nearby rusted barrel overlooking the bow of the ship.

After some time, the ship creaked its way out into the middle of the sea, the island was a fair distance by now but not enough so that it was impossible to swim to. Damien was in a world of his own, imagining what was waiting for him when they docked on the mainland. Fresh fruit, market stalls…. They had them here, of course, but they weren’t in abundance, and of course, not really being back for long and being so poor and underpaid, he couldn’t really afford to leave his shop and go travelling.

Hours passed, and he found himself waking from a dream-filled daydream by an unusual sight. A bright purple glow came from the far side of the deck, it being nighttime, the glow was even more eerie as it loomed on the deck and grew and swayed with the rocking of the ship. Damien peered through the darkness, making out a distinct 4 silhouettes, symbols on their hands pulsating in rhythm to their chanting.

Before any dark incantation could happen, a group of the royal guard burst out from the captain’s cabin and made straight for the silhouettes, brandishing their swords with violent intent. Before Damien could react, one of the royal guards noticed him and charged over only to deal a vigorous blow to the front of Damien’s head using the butt of the sword, rendering him unconscious.


The Fall of Flannigan Fort

Realms of Tanerila is a Choose Your Own Adventure story written 5 years ago by myself for my HNC Games Development course. I started well… then I wrote the rest in a couple of hours at 4am because the deadline was too long, and I forgot about it.

Stories I Wrote As A Child – Shoe Shop?

Write, listen.
Right, list and…

Okay, the question mark in the title has a purpose. I called it Shoe Shop, but it seems my pre-teen brain turned on ADHD mode and went on a rambling tangent in this story. At the time, the school was not giving us lined paper, so I would naturally write in an ark, but then try to correct myself. Creating this weird situation where the end of a sentence would be where the previous sentence started.
It’s the only way I can explain it, because I cannot be arsed taking a photo of this right now. If someone asks, I’ll show them.

Currently, trying to decipher this as I type this.

“When me and my Mum went to the shop, I dont know what shop it is but I got used to the shop.
Sometimes I got bored I just got out my book but I had no pens.
I was sad.
Then the shoes had one flower on each one. I tried them on. They were perfect.
Then we put the shoes in a box and then we went into the car. Then we went home.”

No fucking clue.

I believe this is earlier than the previous one. I have cleaned up the writing a little for ease of reading.
This bullshit got me a little certificate, which I proceeded to doodle on for the remainder of the day.
No teacher feedback this time, I may have got star writer, but the standards were probably pretty low if that shit got me a gold star and a pat on the head.

It was also still a point where the teacher had me writing the… I’m not sure what definitive name to call it. The “Who, What, Where, Why & When”, by literally writing all those words in a list, then beside them, writing the “answer”.

This one was not fictional writing, I actually somewhat remember this, or can imagine it well enough in my head from fragmented memories. Pretty sure the store was a Clarks.
I hated shopping in general, but hated it ever so much more when it was my mum trying to get me to wear things she wanted me to wear. As I stated, I’d much rather be drawing.

The shoes in question were those pre-croc looking girls-shoes for school. With tiny little holes on the top, where those flower pins had been stuck through, looking like Lelly Kelly knock offs. Pretty sure those flowers were pink, of course they’d be pink.

Now that I think about it, the only thing I liked about being in the shoe shop was: The boy’s shoes, running up and down the huge lane between the isles, getting the staff to measure my feet, and the smell of the shoe shop. Actually looking at shoes I’m supposed to be looking at? Ick.

Yea, this one isn’t as good today. But yeeee. Happy Thursday.

Stories I Wrote As A Child – The Magic Carpet

I’ve recently just opened my files after shoving all the documents into my filer and moving to my flat. I’ve since discovered some of my old stories. Namely, the ones that got me the “Star Writer” certificate in class.

Here’s the first one:

One day I asked my Dad if I could go out on my Magic Carpet.
My Dad said, “Of course you can.” and I said, “Yes?!”

Away I went, to far, far away. I saw a castle and I went to Paris.
I saw the Eiffel Tower and I saw the art gallery, but one thing I missed was the river Seine.

I really enjoyed my journey.

5th of August 2005.

The teacher’s comments were as follows:
“What a super story, [NAME]!
You have remembered capital letters and full stops.
What a clever girl you are, to use speech marks correctly!
Next time, you could tell me what your carpet looked like.”

I honestly don’t remember if I was prompted to write about France, or the popular tourist attractions in them. I honestly don’t remember the name of the river either, so it’s more than likely that I’d only just read about it.

Genuinely, love the story. Paints a picture of a reality that would never have happened, and I probably knew it. Considering that when I was writing this at 7 years old, my “Yes” was followed by a question mark. I somehow knew how to convey that confusion and excitement of my Dad actually saying yes to doing something, even something he’d consider dangerous.
Indicative of the part that as soon as I got on that carpet I went “Far, far away.” Shrek 2 came out in 2004, but I don’t think it was influenced by that.

Maybe I’ll use these as writing prompts later.

Anyway, that’s it. I have a few more, let’s give each one a separate post and do them every Thursday because #tbt. Whatever *ROFL*

Happy Thursday.

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