Caer Sidydd

This is a writing journal where I post a lot of my fanfiction and some original work.

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( Labyrinth )

( Sherlock )

( The Legend of Dragoon )

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legendofdragoon - A musebox for the legend of dragoon.
thistimeimperfect - A writing journal for the purpose of finding the voices of the characters of my magnum opus "This Time Imperfect".

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Title: Tale of the Blue Rooster
Wordcount: 685
Rating: K
Comments: This is a true story that I wrote up for my new blogspot blog. The blog is meant to be a record of things that happen on my father's ranch, both past and present. This first entry was meant as a sort of explanation for the name "Blue Rooster Ranch". If you'd like to visit the blog it is blueroosterranch.blogspot.com.

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Blue Rooster Ranch – Tale of the Blue Rooster

One day, many years ago, my father and I were collecting baby chicks from the incubator. The room was warm and dimly lit and we weren’t paying much attention to the chicks themselves other than to handle with care. We carried them out into the garage and started putting them into the box that would be their brooder for the next couple of weeks. I looked the little birds over, because I have a habit of singling out the one I feel is the cutest to catch and cuddle.

I smiled when I spotted him and announced, “This one’s pretty.”

My father turned to look and said, “Now where did that come from?”

The box held many chicks that were all fairly uniformly either red, or black, or red and black. Not this one. This one was the color of the sky before it starts to rain. I caught him up and we pondered over him for a bit. We had no chickens that should hatch a chick of this particular color and he was the only one amongst his brethren.

“I’ll have to watch that one,” my father said as I put the chick back down.

And he did.

We don’t get too hands on with the chickens, there are simply too many, but when some come out a little quirky, a little different, or a little interesting, my father tends to favor them. He favored this chick, and it grew, and as it grew it showed no sign of losing its queer color. As the other chicks began to grow into their black and red, our little storm colored chick began to sprout little storm colored feathers. And as he grew into his feathers he grew tame. He got bigger, got older, and he followed us around the yard waiting for something edible to drop. This wasn’t entirely unique, even half tame or somewhat wild chickens will do this. The difference was, if we bent down to touch him, he would permit it.

Now he wasn’t completely blue, which was the best part about him. He had a mane of feathers that was fairly yellow. He looked like the sun rising from the clouds. I sometimes called him Sunshine. My father, who always preferred simple, straight to the point names, simply called him ‘Blue’.

My father made sure that Blue had his own harem of ladies, that he was always fed first, and that the other roosters didn’t bother him. Though the last bit was hardly necessary, Blue was a fairly big rooster and could hold his own in a cock fight. But he did it anyway.

I’m not entirely certain what happened to Blue. I went away to university, and one day when I came back I realised he wasn’t strutting about the yard like he ought to be. I wasn’t too concerned. It had been a long while since Blue first hatched, and there are always predators lurking about. Still, it was sad to not see him once I really knew that he was gone.

However, as is the way with all life, the end of him is not the end of his story. Blue fathered many chicks. Some were black like their mums, others came out black and white, but a few were the color of the sky before it rains. Out of those my father kept one rooster and dubbed him ‘Blue’s Son’.

He wasn’t quite as pretty, he wasn’t quite as blue, but he belonged to Blue and that was all that mattered.

Today we are hatching Blue’s great-great-great grandchicks. Blue’s great-great grandson doesn’t have free reign of the yard, instead he and his girls have commandeered the barn, where they are safe thanks to our livestock guard dogs, who I will write about another time. The hens are very hoity toity and don’t like to set, so my father incubates the eggs. They often get mixed up with all the other eggs so we don’t know who is who, and we’re always surprised and happy to see a chick the color of the sky before it rains.

Also I'm back. Some puh-reeeeetty shitty things happened all at once least year, including my computer dying and taking with it some completed chapters of work which I thought I had backed up but did not. That was hardly the worst thing that happened though. Anywhoosits.

I'ma stick this here to refer to later.

001.	Fast	002.	Slow	003.	Drink	004.	Dark	005.	Light
006.	Sleep	007.	Awake	008.	Scent	009.	Glass	010.	Reflection
011.	Food	012.	Cold	013.	Hot	014.	Now	015.	Never
016.	Fear	017.	Laughter	018.	Naked	019.	Shop	020.	Music
021.	Alone	022.	Crowded	023.	New	024.	Old	025.	Game
026.	Run	027.	Stay	028.	Try	029.	Want	030.	Sold
031.	Bruise	032.	Technology	033.	Connection	034.	Pain	035.	Celebrate
036.	Discover	037.	Gold	038.	Silver	039.	Slip	040.	Luck
041.	Cage	042.	Scars	043.	Last	044.	Holiday	045.	Strong
046.	Water	047.	Love	048.	Beauty	049.	Air	050.	Normal
051.	Death	052.	Lost	053.	Found	054.	Animal	055.	Smile
056.	Learn	057.	Work	058.	Dream	059.	Hunt	060.	Fire
061.	Cook	062.	Wait	063.	Fight	064.	Reconcile	065.	Paint
066.	Money	067.	Desire	068.	Wooden	069.	Kiss	070.	Power
071.	Phone	072.	Time	073.	Sight	074.	Color	075.	Stage
076.	Apology	077.	Help	078.	Radio	079.	Allergy	080.	Photos
081.	Family	082.	Friends	083.	Peace	084.	War	085.	Parent
086.	Junk	087.	Hobby	088.	Art	089.	Sex	090.	Jewelry
091.	Trap	092.	Sun	093.	Moon	094.	Rain	095.	Travel
096.	Writer's Choice	097.	Writer's Choice	098.	Writer's Choice	099.	Writer's Choice	100.	Writer's Choice

I will probably be doing that for each of my This Time Imperfect characters so I need to keep it somewhere handy but I don't want to repost it in each of the journals. That's ten journals. That's...so tedious.

This is the 2013 Drabble Challenge from musewrite

Title: Order: Octopoda
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Prompt: You are walking along the street of the area you call home and you come across..... a bucket. It appears to contain water. As well as a small octopus.
Someone has scrawled on the outside of the bucket, in possibly Sharpie, IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO [smudged beyond readability]
Wordcount: 475
Rating: k
Warning: None
Summary: Sherlock makes a friend. John is exasperated.

Comments: I did not follow the prompt exactly. I rarely do.

( Do you think it's poisonous? )

Title: This Time Imperfect
Chapter: 3 - The Boy from Lidiera
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon
Genre: Action/Adventure
Word Count: 2,043
Rating: T - for violence also suggestive adult themes at some point maybe I think.
Disclaimer: Sony owns The Legend of Dragoon, however the majority of the characters which will arise in this story belong to me.
Summary: 2,362 years after the destruction of the Moon That Never Sets the world of Endiness is again in dire peril. The Dragoon Spirits awaken to offer their aid, but is it enough to save a dying world?

( Chapter 3: The Boy from Lidiera )

Title: "The Armistice" and "Lies"
Characters: Richard Forenz and Adel Forenz
Inspiration: This weeks Thursday and Saturday prompts in charloft.
Word Count: 124 and 100
Comments: I thought since Richard and Garrett (aka Adel) are two sides to the same war it would be nice to post these two responses together since I happened to use them both this week. Completely unplanned, but you know what Bob Ross says, happy accidents (or in this case coincidences).

The Armistice

I never knew a world before war. I was born into the war and I inherited it from my father when he died. I have seen people, my people, in times of truce. They go about their lives as though braced for the war to begin again. I wonder: is that how I look to them as well? Was there once a time when people walked freely, without the worry of war over their heads? I do not know. I never saw it. Trite proverbs have little meaning for me. I would give nothing up to go back. I am their king. I can only forge forward. And one day perhaps we will have peace, but for now I thank God for the armistice.

Lies

A lie was what he lived now. What he had been living since he had taken the throne. He lied to his subjects every day. If only they knew what was going on behind the throne, would they care? Would they revolt? Did they love their king enough? Everyone on his council lied to him when they called him king. Alzena lied to him. Somehow he did not fault her for her lies. Somehow, his guilt had let all of this come to pass: the lying, the subterfuge, the power that had been taken from him. He cared no longer.

Title: Chiaroscuro
Fandom: Sherlock
Genre: General
Word Count: 2,038
Rating: K
Summary: Sherlock draws crime scenes to relieve his boredom and practice his visual recall. He always draws himself into his pictures. One day he doodles in another figure and decides he likes it.

From this prompt on sherlockbbc_fic the sherlock kinkmeme.

( Chiaroscuro )

Oh, hey! Happy Beltane everyone! I had wanted my newest Labyrinth fic "May Queen" to be finished and ready for posting today and throughout the month of May, but I got ridiculously caught up in my newest fangirl obsession Sherlock along with some end of the school year stuff. I guess it'll get done when it gets done, but with the title being "May Queen" and with the events being initiated on Beltane I was really hoping that I'd be able to publish it this month. No such luck, I don't push myself hard enough. Shame.

Anyway, here's a list of some fics I'm working on in case there is anyone interested (highly doubtful). Also I just like making lists.

A Game of Kings - Labyrinth
May Queen - Labyrinth
The Faerie King - Labyrinth
A Road Less Traveled (working title) - Sherlock

I'm also working on some prompts for sherlockbbc_fic because I became a damn fangirl.

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS!

Title: This Time Imperfect
Chapter: 2 - Three Days till Sunset
Fandom: Legend of Dragoon
Genre: Action/Adventure
Word Count: 2,100
Rating: T - for violence also suggestive adult themes at some point maybe I think.
Disclaimer: Sony pretty much owns The Legend of Dragoon, however the majority of the characters which will arise in this story belong to me.
Summary: 2,362 years after the destruction of the Moon That Never Sets the world of Endiness is again in dire peril. The Dragoon Spirits awaken to offer their aid, but is it enough to save a dying world?

( Chapter 2: Three Days Till Sunset )

Title: The Faerie Bond
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Labyrinth
Genre: General
Word Count: 1,160
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I neither have nor claim any affiliation with the Jim Henson company or Lucas films. All characters are property to their creators, none of which are me.

Summary: Since the night she ran the Labyrinth Sarah has lived a life relatively free of magic and the Fey. However, the Fair Folk are the only ones she finds she can turn to when the barren adult Sarah wants a baby. Can she trust the Fairies? Or is it all one big mistake?

( Part 3 )