Atamaran Writings/Issue 1

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This is the first real issue of Atamaran Writings. A PDF version can be found here.

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Price: 1 gold Creator: Atamaran Writers Association Issue 1

Adultery
A dark-cloathed figure was walking through the streets of Perdan again, desperate to finally enjoy the vacation he had taken, for the past few days he couldn't speak much about vacation... Kerwyn would like to forget all that had happened the past few days, and he went to the local pub. He sat at the bar and asked for the ward's best ale. He looked around.

A few meters from him sat a beautiful woman, corteouqly nipping from her tea. Kerwyn recognized the woman as Evangeline Uceek. He approached and sat closer to her. Suddenly she turned to him and saw him dreamingly looking at her glistening skin. "May I ask what you are doing?" Kerwyn awoke. "My sincerest apologies, Lady Evangeline, I was stunned by your immense beauty." Evangeline blushed. "My, thank you. Eh... what did you say your name was again?" "My name is Kerwyn, Lady Evangeline." "You mean the Kerwyn that writes his tales so lovely? I love reading them!" "I am flattered, Lady, though I haven't had much time to write some lately."

A painful silence fell. Kerwyn felt that he was losing her attention. "Eh, Lady Evangeline?" She turned back to him to listen intensely to what he was going to say. "Would... would you like to... go out with me some time?" A pitiful sigh appeared on Evangeline's face. Slowly she rose her right hand a bit, and touched with her left hand the golden ring that circled around her finger. "It's Maelg...," she said. "Oh... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." Evangeline interrupted him. "No, don't apologize, I am flattered by your request, only... I am stuck with him while our relationship isn't going well anymore..."

A voice called from the darkness beyond them. "Maybe you can ask Kerwyn's stealth skills to solve it, Milady?" Evangeline looked around and saw Ganimede the Ghost standing there with a grin on his face. "Or I could do it..." Evangeline looked strangely at Ganimede the Ghost, then looked rather accusingly towards Kerwyn. Another man would've started to protect his case, but Kerwyn's weakness for women brought him to forward Evangeline's angry look to Ganimede. Evangeline noticed it and softened her looks. Ganimede felt that his help never suffied and left the two alone again. The uneasy conversation continued. "Can I maybe buy you a drink then, Milady?" Evangeline nodded, and Kerwyn ordered another tea. For a few minutes they looked around silently, crossing their looks sometimes, always turning down their eyes afterwards.

The conversation was bleeding to death, and Kerwyn felt that it would be no good to stay even longer. He came up with an excuse to leave. He was so good at finding excuses, yet now he couldn't find a single one. He would rather stay with her much longer, but at this stage of the conversation it would make no difference. "I have to... go now. My laundry is hung up and it can't stay too long." Kerwyn stood up and walked away. But before he was gone, she streched out her hand and touched his softly. Kerwyn pretended to not have noticed it, but he had felt it, and not even a bit.

When he walked outside, he saw Maelg coming in. For a second their sights crossed each other, but Kerwyn quickly looked down. When he was outside, he took a deep breath. He couldn't say he was dissapointed. There was certainly something, yet she has turned me down. Suddenly Kerwyn wanted to vanquish the last thought from his mind. She's married, for God's sake! With ambivalent feelings, Kerwyn returned home to bring in his laundry.

Evangeline looked wistfully after the tall, dark man as he left the pub. He had looked so battle-weary and sad, but there would be no songs of praise for the bravery he had shown in this war. For his was an art that was kept to the shadows. Her hands were still slightly trembling as she heard her husband arrive. He swayed slightly as he came to sit with her, but her thoughts were still with Kerwyn. He had said he had to bring his laundry in - not the best excuse she'd heard. But then again, it would probably be hard to find his clothes if left until dark.

Maelg swaggered in to the inn where Evangeline was having her tea, almost running into Kerwyn "Sorry mate, didn't see you there, dressed in black and all." Maelg sat down next to Evangeline, strangely alone, as Magnus was in the marketplace autographing his Blood Eagle Kits. "Hey Evangeline, are you finished? We're to move out at sunrise." Oblivious to the fact that she was distracted with thoughts of someone else. "Was that Kerwyn I just saw leave?" Maelg continued. "You know, they say you can never trust those infiltrators, always hiding in the shadows and such." "But that Kerwyn, I'd trust him with my life, he wouldn't stab me in the back, I'm sure." Maelg turned to a darkened corner. "Isn't that right Ganimede?"


From Easy T-style, Assistant Editor-in-Chief of the AWA


Editors Words
Thank you for purchasing the first issue of Atamaran Writings, a publication of Atamaran Writers Association.

Though we don't have many members in the guild yet, we have managed to gather a few members and you'll have the pleasure of reading writings from two of the new members in this issue. Hopefully, in the future, we will have more writers and more writings to publish. We are working hard on refining the writing process and guidelines, so we can provide our readers with more quality writings. I hope you enjoy this issue of Atamaran Writings and return next month for our second issue.


Amaarent Vasata, Editor-in-chief of AWA



Untitled 2
Crescent glanced up at the clear blue sky. It had been a long time since he had spent time out watching the sky. He bluntly told his men,

"I'm going off for a while, dont bother me nor follow me." And off he went.

Laying on his favourite hill-top in Siver, Crescent looked up at the blue sky, so calm and peaceful, so unlike what is going on on Atamara. The Abington war, the Minas Ithil colony, all the turmoil, nothing like that exists in the sky.

Before drifting off to sleep, Crescent's last thoughts were of his parents before they died.

"Live life to the fullest, if need be, give up your soldier career." His father would tell him, although he wanted his son to serve his realm to death.

"What's the use of serving your realm if u dont live life to the fullest and enjoy it?" His father would continue. And Crescent would reply,

"Army first."

Then an arguement will follow. Then the dreadful day. His parents were assassinated. Crescent never forgot the expression of horror on their faces. Blocking that image out, Crescent fell into a deep slumber...


From Crescent Strika, Writer of the AWA