Firemaster Snippet: Chapter 3, Secrets and Stew

Hey everyone! So, I’ve been going over my first five-or-so chapters before Nanowrimo, and I thought it would be fun to show a funnier side of the story. This is taken from Chapter 3, currently called Secrets and Stew… For a good reason. Anyway, sorry for the lack of posts lately, I’m trying to get back into a the roll again, and I hope you enjoy this! Constructive criticism is welcomed, I need all the help I can get.


“Jax, would you please keep it together?” Kirin snapped. His companion was struggling uselessly against his bonds, trying to squirm his way out of them, and all it was doing right now was attracting unnecessary attention from their captors. “We don’t need anymore trouble than we already have.”

Jax paused, fixing Kirin with a glare like nothing else. Kirin could only dare to compare it to a dragon’s. “Sorry, princess. I wasn’t aware you didn’t like being roasted over a spit by a party of hungry Borgins.”

Kirin snapped his mouth shut. “Well, now you do.” He hissed through his teeth. Jax’s eyes narrowed some more.


“Green—“ Kirin cut himself off. “Uh, never mind. Just get us out of here, will you?”

Jax wiggled a bit against his ropes, as if to show Kirin he was caught. “I don’t have my staff, you dropped my dagger off a flaming waterfall, and the Borgins were smart enough to search my sleeves and boots. Just how do you think I can get out of this mess, the one you got us into in the first place?”

“I don’t know, maybe you could use the skills you’re always bragging about? You’re the one who supposedly escaped from the Iron Hold.”

“That was different! I wasn’t tied to a spit, about to be roasted for some ugly Borgin’s wedding feast! And I wasn’t bragging, I was telling the truth!”

Kirin tossed a glance over his shoulder at the Borgins, who were still busy roasting the does. “Quiet down. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

“I’d rather they hear me and untie me to fight them for insults than die like a pig on a stick.” Jax spat. “You’re the ‘Chosen One’, anyway, why don’t you use your ‘power’ to free us?”

Now Kirin was the yelling one. “I told you, I don’t know what that old man was talking about! I don’t have any power, and I don’t need any!”

“Well, now would be a good time to get some!”

“You—“ Kirin’s protest was cut short by the heavy footsteps of a Borgin.

“Kreegan ish-va nee?” The Borgin was tall, his rock-like scales a dull brown color. Kirin stiffened when he bent down to sniff him, large nose snuffling like a pig’s.

“J-Jax? Y-You said you knew Brakih. What’s he saying?”

Jax opened his mouth, intending to tell Kirin that the Borgin was asking how tasty he was, when he saw the look of fear on the other boy’s face. He sighed. “He wonders if they made the ropes tight enough to hold us. Nothing to worry about, Kirin.”

The boy’s head snapped up in shock when Jax said his name, and the boy almost regretted being harsh to him before. No, can’t do that… It’s better off if he knows the truth. Being harsh is the only way to tell the whole truth. Can’t get soft…

The Borgin, seeming satisfied with Kirin’s bonds, came over to his. Jax flinched away from the foul creature’s large hands as they tugged on the ropes, remembering exactly where Borgin lived.

“Arguu! Neco visha g‘nash.”

Another Borgin, this one taller and skinnier, its scales gray and green, strode swiftly over.  “Ishi-va? Orruk ‘nalka ree.”

“Jax?” Kirin whispered.

Jax swallowed his dread. “They—They say that they should take us to their, uh, homes. They say it is harder to escape from a cavern than bonds.”

Kirin felt a chill run down his spine. “Could we… Can we escape from the caverns?”

Jax eyed the two Borgins talking in front of him. He didn’t think they understood Farren, but they were smarter than they looked…Then again, they hadn’t thought to check his boots until after their captain had told them so. “Maybe. It’s not impossible, but…”

“…It might as well be.” Kirin finished for him. “Any ideas?”

Jax shook his head. He wasn’t about to waste everything he’d worked so hard for all his life, just because it was easier…

“No. Not yet, but keep thinking.”

“What exactly do you think I’ve been doing all this time, while you were unconscious?”


What do you think? I made myself laugh writing this scene. Tell me in the comments!



My Plan to Survive Doomsday(Er, Nanowrimo)

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My Nano routine.

Hello there, everyone! Nano is almost upon us, and while I was shopping for supplies(notebooks, chocolate, anything sweet, lots of tea, and more notebooks) I decided I ought to give you guys a heads up on surviving November without any causalities. At least not from your end. Your characters…..are not so lucky. So, here we go.

What you need to survive doomsday:

  • Stuffed animals(for comfort)
  • An electric blanket, plus chili and your favorite show.
  • A pistol(for fighting off plagiarizers)
  • Chocolate(for preventing and curing Writeris Blockias–a deadly syndrome in which a writer loses all motivation or inspiration and is stuck in an endless black pit of plot holes–also known as Blank Mind Syndrome)
  • Prized novels–for creating inspiration and reading when you are fighting off Writeris Blockias. Also good for shoving under pillows to create hard lumps to keep one’s self from falling asleep, to prolong writing time.
  • Apples, waffles, and pumpkin spices lattes. These basic food groups help keep one motivated and properly sugar-fed during the terrors of doomsday….eh….Nano.
  • Awesome music. If anything will keep you motivated while fighting(or writing), it’s some epic theme songs. I like anything Petteri Sainio, The Giver soundtrack, the soundtracks from both Guardians of the Galaxy, any piano piece I can come across, Little do You Know, AMVs for manga and anime….etc, etc.
  • A dagger. It’s cool to look at, plus what sane person wouldn’t want to boast about having one hanging on their wall or hidden under their pillow….he…he he….Also, you can act out your fight scenes in your bedroom. (Doing so outside results in weird looks and maybe even a 911 from your neighbors, because the ‘creepy writer is playing with a knife in the backyard and yelling about swords and dragons’)
  • Pinterest. This is an essential item for anyone needing anything. Many things can be found on this amazing sight, from writing inspiration to aesthetics, to writing articles and links to awesome quizzes.
  • Netflix. A writer must have some help from the greats at times, like Sherlock. It’s elementary, my dear Watson. Elementary knowledge.
  • And last, but not least, several fuzzy kitties to keep you company in the loneliness. (Or just to stare at, since they’re so adorable.)

Did you enjoy this post? What are your Nanwrimo supplies?


On Firemaster–My Main Characters

Hey everyone! So, I finally got out of that big, black writing hole I was in a few days ago, and kicked Blank Mind Syndrome’s butt! And, to treat myself and you guys, I’m going to share some images of my main characters off of Pinterest.

Oh, and by the way, if you haven’t followed me there yet, just head over here>>. Plus, I’ve got a bunch of boards up for some WIPs that I haven’t revealed to y’all yet!

Here’s the pics:

(Note: These are not my images, and I am not claiming to own them in any way. All rights go to their original owners.)


Kirin: Tall, brown hair, medium skin, gold eyes.

Vyrn: short, skinny, brown hair, eyes, and skin. Lots of freckles.

Shadow(aka Haydn): Tall, slender, black hair, gray eyes, light skin.

Jax: tall, blue eyes, very, very dark brown hair, light skin.


How did you like this post? What do you think of my characters? Do you have any questions about them?