Tales of the Driss, Krystal Dragons Revamped Beginning

Hello!! I went though and I redid the beginning of this particular piece of writing and I wanted to know if it reads well, so I am going to go ahead and ask my friends and readers how it reads.  See anything amiss, let me know!! Thank you so much!!


Jerrick wondered where Kerrick was. While Jerrick had had to stay behind at the palace at a meeting of the High Laudriss, the leading council of their people, the Driss, Kerrick had gone off on a hunt. Jerrick had to admit, he was a bit jealous. As his father’s eldest son, he was obligated to care for his people as the man who was now their king, but he wished he had the freedom that Kerrick had. The current meeting was about the Trow, dark elves, and the Tresser who were their henchmen who had always hunted the Driss.

“Our scouts have informed the council that the Tresser have been seen Camping in the valleys just South of here. If they should come any closer to Lunaris…” Reger was one of the oldest Driss on the council of the High Laudriss. He was one of King Merrick’s most trusted advisers, and Jerrick had continued to trust him. “Our king led us to this safe haven in the North, away from the horrors of the Trow who have always made war against us. We would all be gone, if not for him.”

“And our good princes built his palace for him.” Said Wulfnoth. A younger Driss who was closer to Jerrick’s age. “We will not be driven from this place as well. If the Trow and the Tresser find us here, we will be done for.”

The other ten members of the High Laudriss agreed by nodding. “we must strike them first.” Reger said. “We must keep better watch and destroy any Trow or Tresser that come into the valley. This is our home!! It may not have the magic that once protected us in the Crystal Fortress, but it is strong, and we will not be driven out again!!”

“I will give the order to the guards and the scouts.” Jerrick said. Any Trow or Tresser seen coming into our domain must be destroyed. All must be killed. We cannot afford to lose what Kerrick and I have built here.”

“Of course.” Regen said. “Our king is young, but he is wise.”

Young? Jerrick did not think himself young. He was fifty-five, just had come of age five years earlier. He had two years on his brother Kerrick who was fifty-three. I suppose that is what young means, Jerrick thought. We are still young among our people.

Now to our second order of business.” Wulfnoth said. “We have decided to gather the rest of our people. I would ask that our king choose an ambassador to send out into the lands in order to gather our people back to us. We have been scattered by misfortune for too long. We must consolidate our kingdom and people. Who do you choose, your Majesty?”

Jerrick thought about it for a moment. Whoever he sent might be gone for a long time, as the Trow and the Tresser had spread their people thin. Who could he trust with such an important mission?

The door burst open and Fanna, the head of the guard came into the war room. He was dressed in his armor and had a grave look on his face. “Fanna, what is it?” Jerrick asked him.

Fanna bowed. “Your Majesty. We have received news that there is a band of Tresser camping up in the mountains, near to where your brother and his friends are hunting.”

“What?! How did this happen? How did they get past our defenses? I suppose that doesn’t matter now. Now we must go and save my brother. Bring my armor!!” Jerrick cried.

“Your Majesty, you cannot go with them.” Regen said. “You are king. We cannot risk our king on something such as this.”

“He is my brother. I must go to him.”

“Yes, he is your brother, but the risk is too great to our King.” Wulfnoth said urgently.

Jerrick decided that Wulfnoth was right. He looked over to where Fanna stood, still in the doorway. “Go. Bring my brother back to me.” He said and he sat down dejectedly in his seat at the head of the war room.

“I will, your Majesty.” Fanna said as he bowed once more and left the room.

“Carry on” Jerrick said to the councilors, thought he really didn’t care anymore what they had to say.


Kerrick loved his friends and, in all truth, he wasn’t much of a hunter, but he enjoyed being outdoors having a good time. He knew his brother Jerrick was a bit jealous that He had so much freedom, but Jerrick was king now, and his responsibilities were great. Plus Kerrick did not do this kind of thing very often. He wouldn’t pass up an opportunity though. He and Jerrick had spent so much or their youth wandering at first, and then when they had settled, they built their father a palace from which to rule. It wasn’t extravagant or anything. A simple building of stone and wood. Still, it was home, and they called it a palace because it was home.

Then, a few years ago, soon after Kerrick had turned fifty, their father had died. After that, he felt as though he was almost alone, as Jerrick was busy taking care of the palace and kingdom, and he was just…there. So the best thing to do was to get out, even if it were just for a little while.

The game seemed to be sparse that day, which was odd, because these woods always seemed to have something to offer. They had managed a few quail, a deer and a fox, but everything else seemed to have gone into hiding, as if they had disappeared. As they camped that night and cooked their quail over a fire, Kerrick couldn’t help but wonder why. “The game was sparse today,” he said to his friends. “That is unusual, don’t you think?”

“I suppose,” said Gen. “Then again, the season is changing and it will be Winter soon. They may have gone into their Winter hiding places?” Gen was slightly younger than Kerrick, and wasn’t much for hunting either.

“No.” Said Riin. “The forest seems to have emptied itself. Tat is very unusual. Not many things can have such an effect. As if they have been driven out.”

“Driven out?” Kerrick said. “But what could do that?”

“Evil.” Riin said. “They sense things that we don’t. Evil can have such an effect on them.”

“Evil…” Kerrick said. “You do not suppose that it is Trow?” He asked worriedly. If it were Trow, they would be in great danger out here in the open, as Trow could see and move easily in the dark, and the Driss could not. That was how the Trow used to conduct their massacres, Coming in the night and killing all they could while taking some and leaving only the grieving and wounded behind. A memory came to him, but he pushed it away. He did not wish to remember that right now.

“If it is, we are definitely in danger.” Riin said. He was an older Driss who came with the two younger Driss as chaperone. He knew all about the Trow and the Tresser. A scar down the left side of his face told an ugly tale of a dark encounter with them. “I think it would be wise to put out the fire.”

“Agreed.” Kerrick said. “If they do come, at least they can see us less clearly and we can see them more, if our eyes adjust.”

“Keep your swords at the ready.” Riin said. We cannot leave this place tonight, it would be too dangerous to travel at night. But we might be able to defend ourselves if we stay here and keep our backs to each other.”

“Right.” Kerrick said worriedly.

The fire was put out, and all the three Driss could do in the dark was wait. Every sound, every snapping twig, or rustling leaf put Kerrick on edge. He stayed close to Riin, but knew that if they did come, it would be hopeless. And come they did, and hopeless it was. All he saw when they did was shadows, and the flashing of knives in the moonlight. Kerrick heard Gen scream, and knew he was dead. Then he himself was grabbed, and he was thrown against a nearby tree. The air was knocked out of him, and he had to regain it before he could do anything.

Soon he knew that Riin was gone too, and they came over to where he lay, and lifted him off the ground. His energy had not returned, and he was sure that a few ribs might be broken. When they lifted him, he just hung there, waiting for them to kill him. Instead, one of them ripped the brooch off his cloak. That brooch had on it their family crest. The Trow would probably know it. Apparently they did because, instead of killing him, they bound him and took him away into the night.


Kerrick woke to find himself in a cave that was lit by a fire. He was bound hand and foot, and his broken ribs made sitting upon the hard floor very uncomfortable. Still he had to do something, so he sat up and looked around the cave. There were about ten Tresser in there, and at least one Trow. Man, he assumed. It was sometimes difficult to tell due to the fact that both men and women had the same pale skin and ragged teeth, as well as the black hair. Trow lived in the earth, for the most part. They lived in great cities under the ground in almost complete darkness. Still that didn’t stop them from hating just about all of the other races, especially Driss.

When the Trow saw that Kerrick was awake, it came over to him. They all wore similar white robes and walked elegantly like normal elves, or so Kerrick was told, as he had never seen elves before. Still, this creature was elegant. It came and knelt down in front of him. It reached out its hand and ran it through Kerrick hair. “Light hair.” A distinctly male voice said. “That is unusual for Driss, isn’t it?”

“I guess.” Kerrick said. “I don’t really think about it, as it’s only hair.”

“You are a lovely thing.” The Trow said. “But I have only seen women with such a hair color.”

“Yes, well if you were looking for a woman, you’re out of luck.” Kerrick said defiantly. “Why haven’t you killed me?”

The Trow continued to play with Kerrick’s hair. “You’re not dead because I don’t want you to be dead yet.” It said. “Your brother is king, isn’t he? And I have no doubt that he’ll come for you.”

“What does it matter?” Kerrick asked, becoming annoyed at the handling.

“Well, If he comes for you, I can kill him and you and be done with the entire royal Driss line, now can’t I?”

“My brother is not that stupid. Someone may come for me, but it won’t be him. Now get your filthy hands off me, you piece of shite!!”

The Trow knotted his fingers in the blond hair and pulled at it savagely, causing the Driss to cry out. “He may not be stupid, but you are. So very, very stupid.” The Trow yanked at Kerrick’s hair viciously. “If I were you, I would shut my mouth.”

“You’re filth! Let me go!!”

The Trow gave Kerrick a hard back-handed slap to the face, causing the Driss to fall over sideways. The Trow then ripped a long strip from Kerrick’s cloak and wound it around his head, gagging him with it. It wound a bit of hair in it’s fingers and yanked it out, roots an all, causing Kerrick to cry out again. “Stupid Driss. I will rip it all out before you die.” The Trow then walked away and left Kerrick to his misery.


Jerrick had said he would not go, but he could not leave his brother’s rescue to anyone else. He had to rescue Kerrick, and he would. He had already found the bodies of Riin and Gen. Following the trail of the Tresser in the early morning light would not be hard, as the creatures had not even tried to hide their trail as they made their way through the forest. In some ways, they did not have to. They were holding a prince now and assumed that they would have no need to hide for long. When he rescued Kerrick, he would prove them wrong.

The trail led up into the hills, which was not surprising since there were caves in those hills, and it would be the most likely hiding place for the Trow and Tresser. The Trow spent their days living underground. While they could walk under the sun, the preferred not to, since the sun hurt their eyes. That meant that they would probably be in a resting state at this point since they had been busy during the night and the sun was bright that day. He just had to find the cave they were hiding in. He crept up the hillside, watching for any sign of movement. He had not brought his armor as he had intended. He knew if he was going to do this he had to be as stealthy as possible, and armor did not make for stealth.

Jerrick thought he was being very quiet as he made his way. He was just about to check out another cave when suddenly, he was grabbed from behind, a hand covering his mouth. He was pulled into the shadows behind a rock. He was turned to look upon the face of his captor and when he saw who had taken him, he was both annoyed and relieved. The hand was removed from his mouth. “Fanna.” He said. “I am glad to see you.”

“I’m sure you are. And I am unhappy to see you. What are you doing out here, my King?”

Jerrick was embarrassed and still somewhat annoyed as he straightened himself up. “I had to come. Kerrick is my brother, my responsibility.”

“No.” Fanna said. “Your Majesty, you brother is our responsibility. You know I would have taken care of this. Do you not trust me? Do you think so little of my abilities?”

Jerrick shook his head dejectedly. “No, I do not doubt you, Fanna. However, Kerrick and I have always taken care of each other. I could not leave him out here.”

“I understand, your Majesty.” Fanna said. “Anyway, it’s too late for you to turn back now. We are almost upon them. There is a crack in the hillside some way above us. I believe that is where they are. I will scout it out. When I return, we will formulate a plan, and we will go in and get him.”

“That sounds good to me.” Jerrick said.

“I will be back soon.” Fanna said as he made ready to leave. “It shouldn’t take long. Wait here for me.”

Jerrick nodded and Fanna was off.


Fanna returned a short time later with news. He sat down behind the rock beside Jerrick. Jerrick was anxious to hear what the older Driss had to say.

“They have your brother and he still lives. He seems to have suffered some pain, but not so much as to incapacitate. Still, getting him out of there will not be easy. The cave houses about ten Tresser, and at least one Trow. It is well guarded so devising a plan may be difficult.”

“What are your thoughts then?” Jerrick asked worriedly.

“I have thought of a plan, but it poses much risk to you.”

“What is it?” Jerrick asked.

“That I lure them all out somehow, and while they are out of the cave, you sneak in and free your brother.”

“You’re right, that’s a slightly insane plan. However, it could work. Would it be better if I did the luring?”

“The purpose of luring is to get the majority of those you lure to follow you. It would be too dangerous for you. But if I can get most of them out of the cave, that would leave fewer of them to fight when you get in there. Also the chances that my men will catch up to me as I lead them on are good. It is safer for you to sneak in. Do you have anything bearing your royal insignia?” Fanna asked.

“There is a crest on my waist-coat I do believe.”

“Really? That’s an odd place for it.”

“My mother made this waist-coat for me for my fortieth birthday. She was very proud of me. She died not long after that. And my father died. Driss can barely stand to lose their mates sometimes. Their mates cling too closely to their hearts and when one goes, the other feels as though they must follow.”

“Yes.” Fanna said. “I know this. We Driss are very…” He searched for a word. “Romantic?”

Jerrick lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “Romantic?” He said as he began to take his jacket off. “I never would have thought that we were romantic. Still, I suppose it fits.” He took off the waist-coat and handed it to Fanna. The other Driss put it on.

“It is almost mid-day.” Fanna said. “This would be the best time to put our plan into action. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Jerrick said. He didn’t know if he meant to say that or if he was merely trying to appear brave. Still, he had no other choice. “Let’s go.”

Fanna made his way up the hill, and Jerrick was not far behind. Jerrick satyed hidden in the shadows as Fanna stepped in front of the cave opening and shouted. “I am Jerrick, son of Merrick!! Come and get me!!” Thankfully, it worked, and the Tresser took off after the Driss as he ran back down off the hillside. Jerrick went to the cave opening and peeked inside.

At first, he saw nothing. He did see where Kerrick lay tied up, but he did not see any Trow or Tresser. Jerrick tip toed into the cave, hoping that he was right and he would not find his enemy in there. He made his way over to where Kerrick lay, and tried to untie him, but he was grabbed from behind and thrown aside. Jerrick hit the wall hard as he was tossed across the room. It too a bit for him to regain his air. When he had, he looked up to see a Trow towering over him with his brother Kerrick in its arms and and a knife to the Driss’s throat. Jerrick tried to get to his feet, but the Trow kicked him in the gut.

“I suggest you stay down, my small friend. You will not be rescuing anyone.” Jerrick lay still as the Trow took a step back, holding his brother tightly, and the knife close to his skin. So close that a bead of blood was escaping from a small cut. “As you see, I have your prince. I just wait for my Tresser to come back with your king. Or maybe they were mistaken. Maybe this rat at my feet is a king and the other Driss was merely a decoy? Thinking is not something the Tresser do especially well. However I can see in you what I need to. The elegance, regality.”

Once again, Jerrick tried to get to his feet. He was able to, but he could make no move against this creature, not while it held Kerrick. Plus the creature stood about three heads taller than Jerrick. Driss were small people. Not as small as gnomes or halflings, but small, nonetheless. Kerrick’s feet were held high off the ground.

“Why are you doing this? Why have you even come here?” Jerrick asked.

“You know the answers to these questions.” The Trow said. “The Driss are an abomination that must be wiped from this world. We will do this.”

“We’ve done nothing to you, Trow. Please, just let my brother go and I will let you pass from these lands unharmed.”

“You and I both know that you can’t make that promise. I am sure you have already put in place laws that would see all of my people destroyed.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, really I don’t, but if you don’t put my brother down…”

“Your brother…He is a stupid Driss, but I have grown rather fond of him. I think maybe when I kill you I will take him with me and keep him as a pet.”

The Trow tossed Kerrick aside, the Driss landed with a thud on the hard rock below. The Trow lifted its knife and attacked Jerrick. Jerrick was just able to fend it off with a sword hastily drawn. But the Trow was strong than him and incredibly fast. He would not hold out for long against this creature. He dodged blow after blow, attempting to stay out of the way of the Trow’s blade, but he was finally struck in the left shoulder, and fell to the ground with a cry. With a triumphant look on its face, the Trow lifted his sword, ready for the death-blow. And then it stopped, mid-swing. The bloody tip of a sword protruded from its chest. The Trow dropped the knife and fell forward. its was dead.

Kerrick was the one who had struck the blow. He walked up behind the Trow and pulled the sword out of its back. “It’s so very wise of them to just leave weapons lying about.” Kerrick said with a smile. He helped Jerrick up.

Jerrick was pained, but he knew that they had to move. “We have to get out of here.” He said to his brother. Kerrick nodded and they ran from that place and waited for Fanna’s return. Fanna arrived soon after with reinforcements, and the knowledge that all the Tresser in the band had been killed. It was over.

Back at the palace, Kerrick sat with Jerrick in the kitchen. The two of them liked the kitchen because it seemed that it was so much more private than the banquet hall. They sat and ate together and drank and talked about everything. And then the conversation got serious.

“Kerrick.” Jerrick said. “The council of the High Laudriss wish to re-assemble our people.”

“Splendid!!” Kerrick said. “And how do they propose we do that?”

“They wish to send an ambassador out into the world to gather them. They asked me to choose someone to send.”

“And have you made a decision?” Kerrick asked.

“Yes.” Jerrick replied. He looked into his brothers dark eyes and said, “I have chosen you, brother.”

“What?!” Kerrick said, astounded. “You want to send me?”

“Yes I want to send you. I think it would be good for you to go out into the world.”

“Did you ever think for one moment that I wouldn’t want to?” Kerrick asked.

Jerrick thought about it. Then he realized that he hadn’t really thought about it. He just assumed that Kerrick would accept the assignment. “No, I didn’t think of that. Are you saying you do not wish to go?”

Kerrick gave a nervous laugh and said, “I don’t know. It’s a heavy decision to make. And you’re just kind of springing it on me. Have you told anyone else?”


“Have you considered anyone else?”

Jerrick took a swig off his mug of ale. “No.”

“And you think I’m the best man for the job?”

“I think you’re the only man for the job. You’re a Driss prince, one of the last of the royal line! They will trust you, Kerrick.”

“Is this what you want?” Kerrick said.

“Yes. Will you do this for me, Kerrick?”

It was a bit unfair, Jerrick knew. He had given Kerrick basically no other choice. His brother nodded. “If this is what you want, then I will go.”

“You have my thanks, brother.” Jerrick said. “You have my thanks.”


Scenes from Harold Godwinson

Hello and thank you for reading. I have finally finished my screenplay, Harold Godwinson, and I thought I would share a few scenes with my lovely followers and people I thought might be interested. They are chronologically in order, but there are, of course, scenes that come before and after each of these. I will go ahead and give a little explanation. Harold is the son of Godwin who was the Earl of Wessex in Britain. When Godwin dies, Harold takes up the title of Earl of Wessex as he is Godwin’s second son and heir. In January of 1066, Harold was crowned King Harold II of Britain. His fate is legend and I wanted to bring his story to the screen.His encounters with William Duke of Normandy would shape the history of Britain as the Anglo-Saxon kings were laid to rest, and the Anglo-Norman kings began to rise with William the Conqueror.

Note:Formatting is hard to do in a blog, but the script is formatted as it should be.

The scenes are as follows. The first scene is with Harold as he is just getting to know his consort, Edith of Essex. He had to meet, and fall in love with Edith fairly quickly because their relationship is an important cornerstone that runs throughout the story.  I thought it was a good scene to lead with because everyone loves a love scene.  Harold and Edith had an interesting love story that will conflict with what must be done when he become king and must marry a suitable wife.

Scene 2 is Harold’s first encounter with William of Normandy. This is a very important meeting, for what happens here will very much shape how the story ends and the primary conflict for Harold once he is king.

Scene 3 Harold’s brother Tostig is the 3rd most powerful man in Britain after King Edward and Harold who is still Earl of Wessex. He has abused his privilege and has taxed the people to the point of rebellion. He is called on his crimes and looks to Harold for help.

Scene 4 King Edward the Confessor dies. It is up to the Witan to determine who the next king of England will be.



Int. Chamber of Edith – Night

Edith’s MAID is helping to comb Edith’s hair. Edith wears her long white night gown. There is a large fire in the fireplace, and the large bed sits over not far to the side of that. The door quietly opens, and Harold steps in.


My lady…

The Maid stops her task, but Edith is not interested in Harold.


Continue. Pay him no mind.

The Maid continues on. Harold comes around in front of the fireplace and gazes into the fire.


I know our Fathers arranged this for their own purposes, but I am not the villain you would like to think I am.


I do not think you a villain. It is not you that I am angry with.


In all truth, I wasn’t thrilled about it either. But now that I have met you, seen you…


So where does that leave us? Will you simply take what you want.


I am not that kind of man. I could never do you harm. But if you would have me, I would be yours.

Edith looked to her Maid.


You may leave me now.


(rises and bows)

Yes, my lady.

The Maid leaves Edith. Edith rises and walks over to where Harold stands. They are silhouetted in the firelight.


And would you have me?


If it would please you, I would give you whatever I could. Anything. I would have nothing else but you.

He embraces her and they kiss in the firelight.

Int. Chamber of Edith – Morning

Harold holds Edith close as they lay together. He watches her for a moment as she sleeps and then kisses her forehead.


I will never love anyone as I love you.



William sits in his chair and Harold comes into the hall. He walks to the front of the hall and bows to William. The hall is littered with the ADVISERS of William, and at least two PRIESTS stand near the dais.


My lord, there is something we must discuss.


I know what you wish to discuss. You wish to discuss leaving my realm. We shall do so now.


My thanks, my lord.


Of course. But there is something I wish you to do for me first.

Harold then notices an ornate table, standing not far from the dais. He makes nothing of it though, as it is covered with a ratty old cloth and does not seem to be important.


What is it you would ask of me, my lord?


First, I wish to announce your betrothal to my dear daughter, Agatha. She will be a great wife to you.

Harold is taken aback, but does not see a way in which he can refuse.



Of course, my lord…


And next, an oath of loyalty and kinship, so that we may be joined in faith and friendship. Swear!

Harold does not answer at first.


Do you not wish to be loyal to me? To swear friendship and loyalty? A true man of noble blood would do so.

Again, Harold cannot refuse.


I will swear my friendship and loyalty to you.


Very good. And one final oath. When Edward the Confessor dies, you will recommend me as king to the Witan. Swear!

A hesitation.


Come now! This is part of your loyalty to me.


But I cannot promise such a thing. Nor can Edward. It is the Witan that will make the final decision.


Perhaps you are not as honorable a man as I thought. Perhaps your whole family are dishonorable. If that be so, then maybe the life of your brother is not that important, seeing as he is probably dishonorable as well.


(Angry and mortified)

You threaten my brother?


A life without honor is no life at all, and therefore, has no right to be. Prove yourself, and I will know. Swear that you will tell the Witan to choose me.

Again, Harold cannot say no.


I swear that I will recommend you as King to the Witan, and I swear that you will be the next king.

William rises. He goes over to the covered table.


That is very good of you, Harold, Earl of Wessex. However, both you and I know that an oath made under duress is one that is not required of one to fulfill. So I thought you should see what is in this chest. Come here.

Harold walks over to the table and William, who pulls the cover off to expose holy relics and the bones of saints.


You have sworn in the presence of holy relics. These are the bones of saints. To go back on your word now would be reprehensible.


(beyond angry)

You filthy deceiver! You have lied to me! You have deceived me. Your cowardly tactics do not make the oath any more enforceable!


No, I’m sure you will see that they actually do. One cannot go against God. It is he who holds this oath and will see it fulfilled. Do your duty, sir, or pay the consequences.



Fine, I will do my duty, but at least let me take my brother home.


I don’t know about that. I have become rather fond of him, and he is quite useful to have around. You may leave, but he must stay. Good day to you, Earl of Wessex. Safe journey home.

William waved his hand, and Harold was led out by Guards.



King Edward sits upon his throne with Queen Edith by his side. On either side of him, lords are seated upon benches. On the kings right hand side are the old Lords of the Witan, and on his left hand side are the Thanes, and the representatives from across the lands. Before him stands a very well dressed Tostig, Morcar, Edwin and Harold.

King Edward

Tostig Godwinson, Earl of Northumbria. You have been called here to face allegations of abuse of your power at the expense of the people. What say you, sir?


Abuse of power? The expense of the people? That is just not so, your majesty. I have done all in my power to care for the people.

King Edward

And the unjust taxes?


A rumor, your majesty.


Then why did your people ask us to step in and investigate? I think the proof of the allegations are clear. Those are hardly practicle and modest garments, Earl of Northumbria.



And who asked you to come into my realm and spy upon me?! You are the one who was out of line.


I think not! When people are about to rebel, it is our place to try and quell the violence.



My people would never rebel. They love me.


Yes indeed. They plan to love you to death. They say if you ever return to that land, they will kill you.


A mere lovers quarrel.

King Edward

We shall see. What do the representatives and Thanes have to say of this?

The Thanes and others of the region give their testimony. In the end, there is no doubt. Tostig is clearly guilty and everyone knows it. Harold gives his brother a sad look.

King Edward

The Thanes and others have given their testimony. Lord Lerith, what does the Witan have to say.

Lerith is an old man with short white hair and a long white beard. He is saddened by what he has to do.


My king. The Witan finds that guilt is undeniable. The Earl of Northumbria, Tostig Godwinson, is guilty of the crimes of which he has been accused. You may now pass judgement.

King Edward

Very good. Tostig, Earl of Northumbria. You no longer have a right to that title, and it will be handed over to Morcar of Mercia, along with your estate and all other holdings. You are banished. Leave now.


(beyond angry)

Your majesty. You cannot do that. You cannot do that!

King Edward

(Also beyond angry)

Are you telling me, your king, what I can and cannot do in my own court?! Leave now, and do not return, or the punishment will grow worse for you.

Tostig turns to Harold.



Brother? Will you not help me?



The king and the Witan have spoken. I am sorry, Tostig.


(Insane with anger)

How could you betray me like this?! My brother has betrayed me!I stand betrayed by my people, my family. All of you!

King Edward


The king’s exertion in yelling causes a coughing fit, and he is taken by his wife from the throne room. Tostig stares Harold down for another minute.


Believe me, brother, I will be avenged. And you will suffer for your disloyalty!

Tostig storms from the hall, leaving a speechless Harold behind.


Int. Bed chamber of King Edward – late day

Edward lies upon his bed, Queen Edith stands beside it, holding his hand and weeping. When Harold arrives, she looks up at him and beckons for both he and Lerith. The rush over to her.

Queen Edith

Brother, the king is dying.

King Edward


Perhaps, but I am not dead yet. And seeing as that is the case, I should make my wishes known.


You wishes, your majesty?

King Edward

Yes. I appoint as the defenders of the realm…

He trails off as they all three wait in anticipation. Lerith cannot wait.


Yes, my king?

King Edward

I appoint…My beloved wife, who I have so neglected over the years, and her beloved brother, Harold Godwinson, Earl of Wessex. You may put my preference forth, Lerith of the Witan.

Everyone is taken aback, especailly Harold. The king had appointed him. He knew the Witan might, but the king?


My god…

King Edward

Can you do this for your king, Harold?


Of course, my King. I would do this for king and country.

King Edward

Very good. Take care of my beloved wife. She will need you, and you her.


Yes, your majesty.

The king goes limp. King Edward The Confessor has died, and his wife dissolves in tears as Harold holds her. A few tears come to his eyes as well.


Lord Lerith. Gather the Witan. The king is dead.

Int. Palace Counsil Chamber – Night

In a dark chamber, lit by fires and torches, the men of the Witan gather. A group of Twenty men, all old and bearded sit in the room at a long table. The three most senior are Lerith, ANGAR, and KERRIK. The three men will control the proceedings.


The king is dead, so it is now time for the Witan to make a decision on who the next king will be, since he left no heirs.


The closest relative to Edward is Edgar, who is now in Hungary.


Edgar is a sickly child who has spent little time in our country. He is not a suitable leader for Englishmen.


Then perhaps Harald Hardrada of Norway. He is a strong man, and a good leader.


He is still not an Englishman. He is a Norwegian King, and does not belong here. The people would see him as an invader, not a king. I wish to get this out of the way. Both King Edward and Harold Earl of Wessex have asked to put forward the name of William, Duke of Normandy.


Give that Norman bastard the throne of England? I would rather die than see that.




But those are our only choices.


I would like to suggest someone else. Harold Godwinson, Earl of Wessex and Brother-in-law to the king. He is an Englishman and a nobleman, and the people already love and respect him.


I agree with this. Harold would be a good choice. Kerrik?


I agree, lords Angar and Lerith.


The name of Harold Godwinson, Earl of Wessex has been put forward. All in agreement with this, raise your right hand.

All of the men of the Witan raise their hands.


It is decided. Harold Godwinson, Earl of Wessex will be crowned King Harold the second. Thank you, my lords. Our decision is good.

The men of the Witan agree by nodding and exiting the room. Lerith goes to tell Harold.

Recent Poldark Rape Controversy


While most of the fans seemed to have calmed, some in the media still seem to be out for blood when it comes to the Poldark episode 8 “rape scene”. I would highly recommend that they let it go due to their sensationalizing it and due to the fact that they are slightly putting it out of context.  Whether of not it was or was not rape is up to the viewer, and I cannot make that determination for them and they cannot make that determination for me. However, what we can do is go over the scene and some thing that may have bearing on what happens in the scene.

First of all, language has changed since the 1940s and 50s when the books were written. It certainly has since the 18th century when the books are set.  Language had quite a few more subtleties than it does today, and meaning for some things has certainly changed. No still means no, but in a second you will see what I am getting at. So Ross has had a bad couple of days. In all truth I don’t think I have seen that character be good at anything. He was bad at delinquency, soldiering, mining, and now being a husband. Still we were sort of willing to forgive all that because he was sort of the champion for the common man, and there were few enough of those in that era. He represented the man who was willing to fight for the common man. He did some really stupid things in order to do some but did so nonetheless.

So we have Ross and his “bad days”. He then learns that his former love, Elizabeth, is about to marry his mortal enemy (yes, he has mortal enemies. I wonder if he keeps a list like Sheldon Cooper?) George Warleggen. He is incensed by this because he knows that Elizabeth is doing this just to raise his ire. So he goes to her house in the dead of night and starts banging on the doors. It would have been good at that point if she had gone down stairs and met him in the drawing room if she didn’t want him in her bedroom. She knew he was there, heard him clearly, was not worried that he was there. Even Aunt Agatha knew he was there. So things might have played out differently if she had gone down to meet him.

Then he goes up stairs and finds her in her room. He does not come in at first, she tells him to wait while she gets a candle and they go down stairs. However, he comes in. She does not stop him. If she had wanted him out of there she would have said something to the point of, “What, are you deaf from banging your head on rocks too many times in the mine?! Downstairs!” If she had said that he probably would have gotten the message. He still would have been angry, but it would have played out differently.

Then she challenges him. And we’ll get to other challenges in a minute, but this is at least the second one. She asks his if he would do anything to keep her from being a widow for many long years? Note that her mother had just suffered a stroke, her husband had just died, and Ross was her first love. A man she probably would have married if she had known he was coming back from the war (the American Revolution). Basically she is saying, “will you provide for me and my child, despite the fact that you are still married?” That in itself is scandalous since she is suggesting that he either divorce or commit adultery, neither of which people in the era, or god at the time would look kindly upon.

Then their frustrations boil over, he kisses her and she doesn’t respond well. She says, “you would not dare.” Now what is the operative word we need to be looking at there, kids? That’s right, “dare”. A dare is a challenge, and this is in fact the third challenge she has given him. And probably when she says dare, it really means, “I wonder if he will?”  Let’s talk about these challenges for a moment. The first one was where she tells him, “downstairs” and he comes into the bedroom anyway. That’s the first, “I wonder if he will?” The second is when she encourages him to be her mate, “I wonder if he will?” The third is when she says, “you would not dare.” Yes this is a challenge, it is also quite different from, “no, I don’t want to”, or , “please don’t, I don’t want to,” or in fact anything like that.

The he throws her on the bed and starts kissing her and she kisses him passionately and continually back. That doesn’t happen with rape. It would be at this point that she would try and push him off, kick him, bite him, scream for Aunt Agatha who has a gun, or could certainly go out and find help. Aunt Agatha knows what’s happening! She’s basically in the next room! So what I see is a man and a woman engaging in what happens after years of watching and wanting. Suffering ad frustration. Acknowledging that they would have been with each other if things had been different. This isn’t the terrible thing some think it is. It’s people being human, for goodness sake!

The the next day Ross gets his freakin’ pants on, and they have a perfectly rational conversation about the consequences of THEIR actions. A lot of what I see on Elizabeth’s face there is guilt. She has had sex with a man she’s not married to, she’s caused her former love to commit adultery (both taboos and no-nos), and they have both betrayed Ross’s wife, Demelza who lost her first child caring for Elizabeth and her family when they were ill.

So there you have it. There is my analysis.

Recently I was in a Twittersation (yes, that’s what I call them), where I found something really, really offensive and sort of went off. Someone later said to me, “don’t be so reactive, you lose your voice”. This is very much true. While you may be a voice for women and rape victims, as I am, you can have a voice and be involved and helpful. However no one wants to hear a voice that is shouting rabidly in their ear. It doesn’t work out well and then no one listens to you because you’re just annoying.

Another thing that we need to be wary of is that when people find something offensive, that when a really dirty word comes into play. What’s that dirty word, kids? *puts hand to ear and listens intently* That’s right, censorship! The road to censorship is a slippery slope. Once it begins, it’s not pretty. When we go back to the days of abridging and burning books because they’re “offensive”. When we lose shows like Outlander, Game of Thrones, The Waling dead, even Supernatural, because they’re considered “offensive”.  If there is anything we have learned from Russia, China, North Korea and other countries like it, it’s censorship = bad.

I am not saying that your point of view is invalid, I am not saying that you don’t have the right to feel the way you do. All I ask is that people have the same respect for me. Also the scene is ambiguous. There are several ways in which it can be interpreted. There’s not just your way, and you should just take the word of media sensationalism. In all truth I am not a great fan of Poldark. I find it exceedingly boring at times, but I felt I still had to speak. Thank you for listening.

A Humble Request for a Harry Potter Massively Multi-Player Online Role Playing Game

Dear J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers Entertainment,

Harry Potter, the famous story of The Boy Who Lived. The Boy Who Lived through numerous trials and deadly encounters with giant serpents, flying cars, Whomping Willows, Dementors, fire breathing dragons, Death Eaters and a terrible dark lord known to his world as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but also by his own terrible name, Voldemort. And along the way, he picked up faithful friends, surrogate family, and people who would always support him, despite the difficulty supporting him might bring. One must admit though, that the people who have been the most loyal to him over the years have been the readers and viewers of his adventures. They are his ever present supporters, and have followed him from book to film to game, to play.

However, there is a demographic of his most loyal fan who feel a bit shortchanged. Gamers. Pottermore was something that gamers hoped would be an online game, however it has, for a long time, been described as “a reading experience”. Gamers do not want a reading experience. They want to interact with a tangible, visual experience in a world that can be fully explored. Also, not everyone can afford to go to a theme park, and even the theme park offers a minuscule glance at the world of Harry Potter.

That is also the issue with the games that are already out there. They are direct movie tie-ins, and only show the tiniest glimpse of a much larger world. Also they do not offer a lot of interaction with the environment, or other players. Gamers are social people, explorers, and they love to be able to explore every corner of a world that is possible. They like to go out with friends, and help each other toward goals in quests. They like to chat and engage with  world economics and creation. Also, a little PVP competition never hurt anyone.

Also, when one makes an MMO of an already existing world, they delve into the lore of that world in order to make it as real as possible for the player. I always tell people that if they really want to go to Middle Earth, they should play “The Lord of the Rings Online” (A game from Standing Stone games). They have made that world so beautiful and so believable that it has become my only Middle Earth. I can go places, like The Shire, The Lone-Lands, Rivendell, LothLorien, Moria, Rohan, Isengard and now Gondor and even Mordor. I can interact with characters from that world. In fact, recently I ran into some old friends!!



And there are some other interesting people I have run into recently as well, like this guy:


And of course, this guy:


And I took a screenshot of this place because it was so pretty!!


This is the kind of thing we would want with a Harry Potter MMORPG. A full world experience where we can play with our friends, interact with cool people from the universe, and engage, as gamers, with the storyline. This kind of gaming experience is not like the single player experience we have had in the past. It is more inclusive, social, interactive, and fun in general. Also, consider the fact that even before it comes out, it will be a hit. Because there is the built in Harry Potter audience, gamers who play for the sake of playing, competitive gamers, casual gamers, and people who just want to see what it’s all about!! I can tell you, this Ravenclaw wants to do just that!!

Also, considering that it is a game set in the Harry Potter universe, the highest rating you will probably get on an MMO like this is “T” for “Teen”. LOTRO has one of the nicest communities on the web. And I am sure if Warner Brothers Games develops this game, and does as good a job on it, a similar community will probably mosey on over to play. I know this is a tough step, but for all the people who want a more interactive Harry Potter experience, and can’t afford to go to a theme park and have worn out their books and DVDs, this is a great and wonderful thing. Gamers will thank you for it, as will the casual gamer and the Harry Potter fan!!

Thank you so much for reading this, I greatly appreciate it!! I will now ask my followers, friends, and the fans to help me out on this. Using this hashtag, politely ask for what we want. #IWantAHarryPotterMMORPG and maybe we can make this happen. Remember to ask politely, for there is no place for aggression here and we are asking a favor.Thank you all. I hope that some day I can be sorted into Ravenclaw, and take care of magic creatures with Hagrid while working on creating potions and transfiguring bugs into earrings, but eventually letting them go, because they’re doing me a favor!! Thank you!!


Shara M.


The Value of Fan Fiction, Fan Art, Fan Videos and Costumes



Hello all. Thought I would go ahead and post something because it is one of those things I am interested in.  It is often said by some that “fan projects” are not worth the time or effort. This is not true at all. “Fan projects” are more pivotal now than they ever have been. Why do I say this? Because engaging in fan activities such as writing fan fiction, doing fan videos and creating fan art are fostering the next generation of artists. Basically what I am saying is that, with these projects comes knowledge, practice in the art that you want to be involved in, and experience.

Lets start with fan fiction. Many authors will say that this is not the kind of thing that “real” writers engage in. That is not true. Even writers and film makers that are well respected have dabbled in borrowing, fan fiction and “ripping off”. Take Suzanne Collins who wrote “The Hunger Games”. It is quite clearly based, in some form off of the film “Battle Royale”, A Japanese film about a group of Japanese students who are forced to fight to the death in a contest where only one is meant to come out alive.

Then again, “Battle Royale” is much more interesting and amusing, because it is not a film made to be considered as “overly serious film”, it is a film that caters to the interest of many audiences, action fans, Japanese film fan, people who like the irony and strong social messages put forward by the film. But basically it is an “it is what it is film, and if you try to make it something more, you’ll merely disappoint yourself”. The Hunger Games” caters to it’s built in audience, and is therefore full of teen angst and characters that one only finds interesting if they are into that sort of movie. There’s nothing wrong with the films. For me, they are just not as entertaining as a film like “Battle Royale”. But still, it cannot be denied that the premise is basically the same and one is simply more entertaining that the other.

Let’s take a moment to look at “Star Wars” and George Lucas. George Lucas’s earliest movie was “THX1138”, a dystopian film about a very controlled society. Here we actually have Lucas who has borrowed from George Orwell, who’s books (that later became films) are basically the same story. People living in a controlled society. Then when it came time for “Star Wars”, George Lucas, who was a great fan of Akira Kurosawa, basically took the plot of Kurosawa’a film “The Hidden Fortress” and set it in space. The George Lucas ripped himself off and Created “Willow” which is the same story with little people and Val Kilmer. Then, as Honest Trailers pointed out, J.J. Abrams basically recycled the plot, except this time around, Luke was a young woman who didn’t whine or complain as much. And in fact, you could say that Collins ripped off both Lucas and Orwell…Haha…

Even a smutty book like “Fifty Shades of Grey” was borrowed from the plot of “Twilight”, which I have always found amusing. Anne Rice took the plot of “Sleeping Beauty” and filled it with smut. Also borrowing from other people is what remakes are, adaptations are, they are also why Marvel keeps regurgitating it’s superhero franchises.

So here’s the thing. If these people are allowed to borrow, adapt, rip off and do all these other sorts of things, why can’t we fans do so? Some writers will say that, “ah, fan fiction. That is no good because you’re just taking someone else’s story and doing things with it.” Well yeah! That’s what art is all about. Copying and borrowing from the masters in order to gain competence. Even Da Vinci and Michelangelo started, probably from copying some of their art, or borrowing it from the person that they learned from. Everyone learns something. The difference is how quickly you can pick it up.

Also they say, “oh you don’t get good feedback on fan fiction”. Not true at all. If you are a good writer, people will know it and know how to respond to your writing, regardless of what it is based off of. There is a difference in writing styles and motives in fan fiction. One is for the writer who someday wants to write. The other is for people who use it for some kind of odd wish fulfillment, which shouldn’t be in the same caliber. However, I have gotten a lot of good feedback from writing fan fics. People seem to like what I write and know what kind of writer I am, and therefore, they ask questions, point out plot holes, make comments on my having too much exposition, all kinds of useful comments. So one cannot claim that they do not get good feed back. If you are a good writer who is working to morph a good narrative, readers will know it.

Some fan videos are wonderful, and I enjoy watching them. They can be funny, touching, interesting visually, and just plain emotional. So here the thing. What you are looking at are the writers, comedians, film editors, and producers/directors of the future. If you can make a good fan video that people like, then chances are you want to work in film. The fact that you are working with someone elses content, just as long as you make it clear that you are playing with someone elses baby, and you’re not slapping your name on it saying, “this is mine”, I don’t see a problem with it. When I edit photos, people know they are not mine. Nor do I claim them as mine. They belong to someone else, and I try to make that as clear as possible when I give credits to people. So we should not demonize people for stealing when all they are doing is borrowing. If they have the footage, chances are they own the original, and most people still like to buy the DVD. Personally I don’t like downloads of anything, whether it’s film or music or game content. I want something I can hold, that is mine. So I still buy DVDs and things. I love things like commentary and interviews and extras, so I buy the damn movie! It isn’t mine. I claim nothing because I cannot. All I do is what most other artists do is borrow and take what I can from a given plot and work with it. Here are a couple of videos from Sweetladybat that I just love.

Fan art is also a very useful teaching tool. Again, learning from the masters. Also fan costumes. If you go to conventions, you will see thousands of costumes that people have worked numerous hours on, sometimes just to wear to one event. What you have here is artists in the making and future costume designers. You may have the next Edith Head amongst their numbers. Or even a Donatella Versace is you think about it. why would the film industry and fashion industry not take advantage of these people and their art?

There are so many fandoms out there, and there are so many people who want to be a part of them. And if you do not foster the talent of the next Shakespeare, or the next Da Vinci, or the next Edith Head, the industry will be missing out on some great and awesome talent.

Thank you for reading, I greatly appreciate it!! Shara

Becoming One of You

Just a small bit from something for the future. We shall see where this goes.
It was odd really. All his life, he had lived among people who were not his own, and when he met those that were, he did not wish to know them. But now that he did know them, they had become family. But why would they betray him like this? Why would they do this to him? Kirril was more confused than anything. Why would they allow him to live when they knew it was probably best that he die? Then he was angry. There was no reason for it! No justification! He would spend months recovering from injuries incurred in a battle that was not his own. He went with them gladly at the time. Why would he not? They were family. This is how he was rewarded.
The door opened quietly. He did not need to look to know who it was. They were not the footsteps of a stranger, but the footsteps of his brother. The one he had come to know so well over only a few months. They had become friends in that time. They may never become “brothers” in the classical sense, but Kirril know that Darien loved him as a brother might. Darien had risked his life to save Kirril. Kirril could not spurn him now. He sat up in his bed, though it pained him, and smiled at Darien.
“Darien.” He said in a strained voice. “It is good to see you.”
“It is good to see you as well.” Darien said worriedly. “I knew you would not leave me.”
“And would that be so bad?” Kirril asked.
Darien was taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“Broken wrists. I will never hold a sword or a shield again. Never fire a bow, perhaps I won’t even be able to write as well as I used to. Two broken ankles, and my knees are pretty well ruined as well. I shall never walk right again.”
“I know.” Darien said. “But you have your life…”
“And what is that worth?!” Kirril cried. “What use is a life if I cannot live it. I shall never run across the fields again, jump across the streams, my warrior days are over. I am nothing! Less than nothing…My life is undeserved.”
“Kirril, I know you have been badly hurt…” Darien started.
“Badly hurt? Badly hurt?”
“Yes, but I will do everything to help you.”
“I don’t want your help.” Kirril said. The he grew angry again. “And I don’t need your pity! If you had cared for me at all, you would have let me die the way I should have! A fine warriors death instead of dying a useless cripple! How could you do this to me!!”
“I did what I did because I love you, Kirril.” Darien said. “Because you are my brother. Do you not love me, brother? Are we not family?”
Kirril looked away from him. “I do not have any family here. They are all far away in a distant land.”
Darien began to weep. “How can you say that? How can you wound me with such terrible words?”
“Are they not true? My mother is far away. She is my only family. You are my betrayer, not my family, or my brother or my savior. Go away. You do not belong…” He stopped for a moment. “No, that is not so. It is I who does not belong here.”

Amusing Things You’ll see In Supernatural

Hello ladies and gents. In the last few years (haha) I have grown very fond of the show Supernatural. In all truth, I love it. It’s quirky, funny, and the characters are interesting!! So I thought I would put this together, as I have with my other “Amusing Things…” posts, so you can have a laugh if you like.

The show features Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Jim Beaver, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Mark Sheppard, Ruth Connell, Mark Pellegrino, Genevieve Padalecki, Osric Chau, Ty Ollsen, Felicia Day, D.J. Qualls, Emily Swallow, Faran Tahir, and Serinda Swan. It was produced by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, and Mc G and is brought to you by Kripke Enterprises, Warner Bros. Television, Wonderland Sound and Vision, and Supernatural Films. Okay, show on the road!!

You might have the best dad ever!!!

Best Dad

Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and Jeffery Dean Morgan.

When someone calls you a moose and you totally get back at them.

Not a moose

Jared and Mark Sheppard.

Seriously, Fergus?

Fergus should cry

Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles and Mark Sheppard.

Then again, his mother never loved him.

Good insurance

Mark Sheppard and Ruth Connell.

They once knew a hunter who turned into a werewolf, who knew how to party.

Party on

D.J. Qualls

They also knew the only vampire who wasn’t an emo glampire.

Least metrosexual

Ty Ollsen.

Every so often you have to give your body to an angel or a demon, in which case you become an angel condom or a meat suit.

Meat suit

Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.

And guess who the real boss is!

I'm Lucifer

Faran Tahir, Emily Swallow, Mark Sheppard, and Mark Pellengrio.

In your quest for…Whatever your questing for, there may be causalities along the way.

Got me killed

Felicia Day, Osric Chau, Jim Beaver and Ty Ollsen.

But don’t worry guys. Every body loves you. Like your old mortal enemy!!

married Ruby

Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki and Jensen Ackles.

Your car!!

Leave me

Jensen Ackles and ’67 Chevy Impala

Your pet angel.

Other celestials

Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles.

Your brother.

Most magestic moose

Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.

And your other mortal enemy, who you were stuck in a cage with, but now it’s totally fine, because you have good friends like death!!


Mark Pellengrio, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins.

You need death, because let’s face it, Castiel is kind of a frell-up…

Something stupid

Misha Collins.

And to tell you how freakin’ pretty Purgatory is.

Silver Pergatory

Ty Ollsen, Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles.

Don’t worry, Dean. You have a new enemy to love you. And she’s offering you a man cave.

Love dungeon

Serinda Swan and Jensen Ackles.

Aren’t we all happy that we love these guys!!

Shut cakehole

Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles.

The end. I hope you got a laugh out of this. Anyway, it’ll all be better when I make a video and put it to music. I know just the song too. Thanks for reading. If you like it, let me know. Cheers!!