Farlaquin

Haunted by his memories, and the alluring draw of AFI, I pull out an old book I wrote.

I open the pages immediately engulfed in the evanescent driftings of memories long forgotten….

It needs a hefty edit and dusting off, but the story is certainly worth saving.

In the revamp of my High Fantasy series, this character was going to be cut.

However, his tragic romance and undying love for a main character may yet see light of day.

As I painfully read this old story, written in a past I often wish to forget, his presence haunts me like a ghost.

Piercing dark emerald eyes, flowing nutmeg brown hair, and a smooth comforting voice overwhelm me.

I tune into another AFI song to keep him alive in my mind, wondering whatever happened to the affair my soul had with this character.

When I wanted to escape reality and pour my soul out, Farlaquin was there.

When I longed to dance in a world I couldn’t possibly physically touch, I drowned in my imagination and spent endless hours in a place once called Elverqueist.

Tonight, seduced by the memories and need to clench my thirsty soul, I look back and see him again….

And for the first time, I miss him.

He reaches a hand to me, his eyes gentle. His whisper sends tingles through my mind, as again I am seduced by worlds so far away….. that I desperately wish to reach.

His brow dropping to mine, calling me, a new scene introducing him in the new book rewrite comes to mind.

And for the first time, I am sure that his story needs told.

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Letting Go

Last night I decided to drop one of my main characters from my series.

It’s not an easy decision, and frankly I wish I didn’t have to walk that path.

When my best friend of 9 years went her own way, the world we’d built together crashed with her.  An entire family of characters that belonged to her became Taboo, and my character was left an Orphan.  Sure, Farlaquin could have survived happily…  but at my current stage of Life his purpose is no longer necessary.
When a friend mentioned that we outgrow stories, I laughed at the thought.  Until yesterday.

Cutting him is easy.  Why is it so easy?
His existence can fade out of the book, and nobody will ever know who he was.

Rewriting, replotting, and reworking my series has been fun.  I’ve given it a whole new life.  Reading the old books to reap the plot pieces I need has been rewarding– but the new concept looks nothing like the old one.  It will have it’s similarities, but thankfully a great deal more maturity.

One of my characters is asking to go on a Grand adventure.  I just might let him.  In fact, maybe it’s time to let go of the old book and just start over altogether.
The High Prince of Eldegras takes a journey to see the world with his closest of friends.

So many possibilities.
And several hard decisions.

On the bright side, Lasgalad can go, and Celmaruen can have the High Princess.  That sounds like a great deal more fun anyway.

Farlaquin, I loved you deeply.  I’m sorry this has to be the way.  You’ll be back later.  Just not the same.  It’s time you grew to a new potential.  Your story is already coming together in my imagination, and it will be so much greater than it was before.