Nilanaibhay

=== A Collection of Nilanaibhay's Unfinished Stories or Unwritten Story Ideas ===
I'm not very good at finishing the stories that I start writing. Maybe this wiki and the NaNoWriMo challenge will motivate me to write more of them, maybe not. In no apparent order, here are the miscellaneous unfinished works of yours truly.
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===== Pronunciation Guide =====
Alyssa-Johanne               Al-liss-ah Jo-an
Ridlarem                           Rid-lar-um
Layor-Spy'am                   Lay-or Spy-yuh-um
Suilass-Quambet             Swee-lass Kwom-bay
Cass’ial                             Cass-uh-ee-all
Es’meraldir                      Es-uh-mer-ul-deer
===== Al =====
  Alyssa-Johanne and Alexander raced each other from one end of town to the other, which didn’t take the twins as long as you’d think.  Ridlarem was a reasonably small village – most places outside of the Layor-Spy’am magic were.
  Compared to Layor-Spy’am Castle, Ridlarem was an incredibly dry place, both in terms of magic and also moisture. To most, the dust storms, rocky ground, and towering cliff faces would be slightly off-putting, but to Alyssa-Johanne, they were home.
  Alexander agreed with Alyssa that the rugged beauty of Ridlarem and surroundings was remarkable, but everyone knows that beauty is nothing when compared to magic. Everyone except Alyssa-Johanne, that is. This had sparked many a debate between the two.
  Alexander won the race and stopped, out of breath. It was a close race, as Alyssa arrived not long after him, also puffing and panting. Alex seemed anxious, though Alyssa couldn’t tell why. What had happened?
  “I’ve decided to go to Suilass-Quambet to study magic.” He eventually said, after an interrogation by Al.
  Alyssa took a moment to process this revelation. Alexander wanted to leave her behind to go and study magic in Suilass-Quambet. She eventually managed to ask, “What?!”
  “There isn’t enough magic here to light a candle. I’m going to Suilass-Quambet to learn to use my magic.”
  Alyssa resigned herself to this unfortunate truth. At least there would still be a bit of time for them to say their goodbyes. Not much though; knowing Alex, he’d probably waited to tell her until it was impossible to make him stay.
  “When do you leave?”, she asked.
  “I’m going on the train-” he paused, so Alyssa knew she would hate what he said next, “in two days’ time.” He bleakly finished.
  Two. Days. Time.
===== Cass =====
  Cass’ial looked out of his bedroom window. The castle gardens were currently peaceful and empty, but they would not be for much longer. Every year, the new magic students go to Suilass-Quambet and always make so much of a cacophony as they clamoured around. They clearly have not been taught to be dignified and Cass was unsure as to how he would connect with them as his peers, for he would be studying magic this year as well. It would be incredibly difficult if he could not even speak similarly to them. One thing that he had observed through many years of seeing them visit is that most of the guests shortened their words. He should begin practising saying phrases such as, “I ain’t stupid, mate”, instead of “I am not foolish, sir”.
  The sound of a servant knocking on his door awoke him from his reverie.
  “My prince, Queen Es’meraldir requests your presence in her personal gardens.
  Cass’ial frowned. What did his mother want? He thanked the man and told him that he would be there immediately. Cass got up and walked to the queen’s garden, a private section of the castle gardens reserved only for the queen. He has a suspicion as to where in the garden his mother would be. Sure enough, when he got there, he found Es’meraldir sitting at the centre of the hedge maze.
  He breathed in the scent of fresh spring flowers before sitting next to her on the bench, waiting for her to explain why he was here.
  All he could hear was the pleasant chirping of birds and the light trickling of the water fountain. Eventually, the queen spoke.
  “I understand you have arranged for yourself to attend the upcoming class of magic.” She said, in a tone that suggested that this was not a question. Still, Cass’ial replied,
  “I have.”
  “Are your current tutors incompetent? They are experts in their field, Cass.”
  Ah, so this was the problem.
  “I have received a sufficient education in all areas of knowledge, mother. However, I have had little to no interaction with the common folk of my own age; those which I may one day be king of. Attending this school is my attempt at getting to know my peers without being treated like their superior in some way.”
  “You wish to attend the Suilass-Quambet Academy of Magic under the guise of being a commoner? Do you truly expect them to believe that you are one of them, what with your accent, manner of speaking, clothing and upbringing?”
  “I am choosing to see it as studying yet another language, only this one is merely an unfamiliar dialect.”
  “Very well, then.”
===== Al =====
  (TW fire) It had been several weeks since Alexander had left for the magic school. Every night, they'd talked using fire. There was a spell that you could use to communicate with another person so long as you both had a fire going and were able to cast the spell. They’d only been able to do it for the time that Alex had been inside the Layor-Spy’am zone, because he apparently couldn’t cast magic at all back at home. Yeah, right. Either way, they’d checked in with each other every night that he’d been at magic school. Except tonight.
  Alyssa-Johanne wasn’t sure what was different about tonight, except that her best friend and only brother had forgotten to talk. It wasn’t exactly out of the blue, though – he’d been looking more and more stressed out and tired each night for the past week or so. When she’d called him out on it last night, his only response had been to wearily shake his head and say, “Stay out of it, Al. I’m fine.” When she’d pushed further, he’d extinguished the fire, abruptly ending the conversation.
  Al knew he wasn’t fine, though. She’d known her twin for her whole life; she knew how he looked when he was exhausted. He had rings under his eyes, appeared to be less focused and barely smiled the entire conversation. A few days ago, he’d told her that he wasn’t sure if they should keep talking, because it could put Alyssa-Johanne in danger. She’d told him that if he doesn’t do their nightly check-up, she’s going to go to Suilass-Quambet herself and look for him. That had worked for a few days, but now he was missing.
  As much as she absolutely detested the idea of associating with snotty nobles for almost a whole year, she is not going to rest until her brother is safe.
  If she can already cast magic in Ridlarem, which most people say has little to no magic, doing magic in Suilass-Quambet should be a breeze.
  The next train to Suilass-Quambet passes through Ridlarem in two hours’ time, so Alyssa would need to pack her bags quickly.
  She left a note on her bed and snuck out through the window.
===== Cass =====
  Cass’ius had been looking forward to having a roommate for his time at the Academy. The student dorms were at a different part of the castle to his personal suites and he felt like this would be a wonderful time to connect with a friend. However, he wasn’t expecting that Alexander would leave after only a few weeks. Or, at least, if Alex did leave, he would say goodbye instead of just leaving unannounced. The main problem, though, was that it wasn’t in Alex’s handwriting, and the phrasing was all wrong. But why would someone write on behalf of him? Alex is perfectly literate and capable of leaving his own farewell letter.
  Cass’ius hadn’t seen much of Alexander in the last few days; he almost always fell asleep before he was back in the dorm. Cass was almost certain that there were nights when Alex wouldn’t sleep at all, but he couldn’t prove that, as that would involve sacrificing his own vital sleep.
  The strange thing is, other than lacking sleep, Cass couldn’t see why Alex would want to leave. He was coping reasonably well with his lessons; there were many people seeming to struggle more with the curriculum than him, and yet, he was the only one to leave.
==== Using story plot generators ====
Long lost twin in a laboratory
Music from a different planet
Colosseum of the library
Magic of the river
Music from a circus
Trust in earth's orbit
Long lost twin in space
Double life of your best friend
Monster hunting with a pirate
Accused by a warlock
Abandoned by a paramedic
Road trip with a viking
Broken promise of an elf
Lost at sea with a Roman
Held hostage with a professional thief
  (TW assassin) An assassin, who once was hopeful.
  A vampire, who tends to attract trouble.
  It's a fantasy story about unlikely friendships. It kicks off at a bustling market with a ruinous piece of gossip being spread.
(Note that: someone in the story has to atone for a past misdeed.)
  And there's a twist! You should write the story in reverse chronology.
  A gentlewoman thief, who can be reckless.
  A war criminal, who tends to brood.
  It's a steampunk story about vengeance. It kicks off on an alien galaxy with someone turning up unexpectedly from the past.
(Note that: someone in the story is hiding a criminal background.)
  And there's a twist! It's a heist story.
==== Stuck in the Forest ====
Yesterday, the People came.
The village exploded with everyone’s panic;
We were warring with winter and the waves were rapidly rising.
But we still fled immediately.
I’m freezing in this misty forest.
Why is it that the people haven’t found a better way to hunt dragons – one without bait?
It was a tragic, horrible thing that happened to us,
And yet, we are not the only ones.
Of course we’re stuck in a miserable forest in the middle of winter.
And of course the rain is bucketing down on us – the clouds are laughing as we hide under the trees’ shelter.
I had a sore neck from sleeping in the wind, but that’s neither here nor there.
We now have a fire lit which stops that; it also keeps away that pesky bear.
Hiss! Looks like our fire might not last much longer. How wonderful.
Walk, eat, walk, sleep, repeat. We’ve been doing this for a millennium.
Well, not a millennium. It’s exaggeration, okay.
You’re probably thinking, Geez, this must be annoying – and you’re right.
This running away thing is hard.
Maybe we’ll escape to a neighbouring country and be rid of this drama. Maybe.
I look at the black sky. The stars are in the constellation I once embroidered for Jo’s baby.
A laugh balloons inside me. I shouldn’t be laughing. This is a tragedy.
I suppose, this is just how some things will be.
=== Conclusion ===
I have more, but this is all that I'll add for now. Stuck in the Forest is actually finished, which is a rare occurrence. I'm thinking of one day writing a story based on the prompt ideas that I have. Any feedback or comments that you have would be greatly appreciated. Bye!
Category:Short Story