No new chapter...yet

So far I have been pretty consistent with producing/contributing to a chapter at least every day. Unfortunately my weekend has been insanely busy, not to mention the fact that this chapter is proving to be particularly long. It stands a good chance of exceeding my usual 2,000-3,000 words. Here is a short sneak peek of what I have written so far:

[This is a flashback] Ethel traveled through the streets her hood tightly drawn over her face. Tears streamed down her colorless cheeks as she fled through the palace walls. She barely registered the other Mystics ambling about the city square looking quite cheerful and unaffected. It was unfair how they could be so happy and here she was, battling with a moral war.

She had been a mystic for two hundred and eighty three years and nothing had changed thus far. Life had remained a mundane task to which she went to classes, learned and listened to Tibeus drone on and on about Mystic responsibility and their oath to servitude. It seemed unfair that she was forced to serve King Charles II for all of eternity while he sat up in his castle enjoying all that life had to offer. He had a beautiful wife, Krista and they had two sons and a daughter. Crown Prince Charles III was to be heir. He was a lovely boy, well taught in the history of Naomoni, and handsome too. His sisters, Ophelia and Dorcus, weren’t nearly as pleasant as he was. However, Ophelia was already engaged to some foreign prince. How glamorous their lives seemed. 

Ethel knew it was selfish, after all Dorcus lay in bed dying from a mysterious ailment that seemed to attack the heart. It was doubtful that she would live past autumn. It was a pity really, as young prince Charles seemed particularly attached to his youngest sister. Only fourteen years old and already fading like a flower. It seemed Dorcus and Ethel were to share similar fates, neither one would ever being truly loved by a man. Even Charles, merely twenty-five years old, was married and had three beautiful daughters and another suspected to be on the way. His wife, Charlotte, far surpassed Queen Krista in nearly every aspect. She was well spoken and handled herself with etiquette. But Krista seemed to like her daughter-in-law despite all of this.

I wrote the above piece around one in the morning. That seemed to be the only opportunity I had and was typing away at my keyboard until three. I am a mess. Hence the ramblings.

In short a new chapter is to be expected on figment tomorrow or the day after. In case you've forgotten here is the link to where you can read the story as I post more: CLICK!!

Have a splendid evening! :)