Name you may refer to me as: Alyss/Neanda (/Aly/Lys/Ly/Lyssy/Nea)
Age: 17
Location: The Netherlands.
Interests: Lots of things... Reading, writing, videogames (XD), listening to random pieces of music, etc.
At any rate, have a look around. Maybe you'll find something that interests you. Most of my stories are on hiatus at the moment due to humongous writer's block, but pay attention to the 'story/stories to come' section in particular! wink
Apparently you can find me on ffnet here.
Author's note -- Yes, I accept that a mere prologue for Games of Shadows and Blood won't be enough to get you guys to review. Don't misunderstand; this story is being worked on every single day. It's inside my mind, evolving and tuning itself. Illeana has conquered a place in my heart, and I won't let her extraordinary story go by unfinished. I just need some feedback to eradicate the writer's block - everything helps. I have many ideas and I know exactly what Illeana tells me she's like, I just need to be able to write it out.
Stories:
Legends of Lunaris: A Mage's Journey -- Permanently discontinued for many reasons, including the fact this one was probably my worst writing experience ever. I'm just keeping it on here for sentimental reasons. XD
Falling From Heaven -- Might be able to pick this up again after some time... Oh well, it wouldn't have many chapters anyway. ;) But Aegle is very dear to me, so expect to see some update...sometime.
Blank Tomstone -- Hey, this one's complete! Hehe!
Reason -- An oldie uploaded for sentimental reasons, sadly discontinued...simply because it's bad.
Newest story: Games of Shadows and Blood - I finally have the prologue up! After some hassling with my documents I think I've done it right this time; if FP gave you the easily-accessable option of directly editing your chapters (dunno if that's possible) it would've saved me a lot of frustration. Neway, read and review please!
Upcoming story/stories:~no title as of yet~ The capital; a large metropolis of trade, arts and science. And since a few years ago, it's also a huge ethnic melting pot. Refugees from all over the land seek refuge within the many walls of the city, regarding the towering gates as an impenetrable barrier. So what happens when the gates close one night, never to be opened again? And more importantly, how will a certain thief, culprit, and ex-Messenger-in-training react to it?
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