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Ban jaqy for I have been writing, I am working on 11 things at the same time, eight of which are books.

Just look at this, from my asyrissia stories:

Chapter 1 Birth

Wails, wails, wails. Wails in the darkness. A lone woman is screaming in an alley. Yet no body hears. For the town of Tentoria is at sleep. All of the town is asleep. For this is the only way they can be sure. Sure to be safe from the nearby darkness. A darkness that threatens to devour the entire world, as it has devoured all of Asyrissia. Nobody in the town knows what is happening, few have met an escapee from the nightmarish continent that lays across the rugged sea, a day’s journey away per ship, for anyone foolish enough to go near the divine barrier. A barrier which invisible except to those of divine providence or origins, a barrier that allows men through but not the Evil Death Gods, that control the continent. It is from these vile existences the woman escape, on a little barge, which was crowded beyond capacities with near lifeless men and women, whose only hope was to find some place to die where their suffering wouldn’t be extended two fold after their deaths. For the continent held no reprieve in those days. Especially not in death, for gods of death, life for sick pleasures. Chief among them the torturing of the living, with the knowledge of their worse faiths after death.

The effects of so much concentrated evil in one place, where felt all over the world from strange nearby islands too far away unexplored continents. The world was rapidly losing all its hope and no place outside of Asyrissia was as hopeless as Tentoria.

and this from my isekai septology series.

Chapter 1 Arrival in the Afterlife

I close my eyes. The sun in bright in the sky, birds are chirping, trees are rustling in a soft breeze. Its a fine blessed day by all accounts. Yet there is no happiness in this wondrous forest. No Elf is signing, no Selkie is clapping, no Pixie is glittering, no Dwarf is humming and no Leprechaun, Clurichaun or Far Darrig is happily counting their coin while drinking, smoking and feasting. All is quiet, all is uncharacteristically cheerless in this customarily mirth filled place.

It’s a beautiful sunny day morning. No, no it is not a Sunday. Sundays don’t exist in this world, neither do any of the other days of the weeks. Weeks themselves don’t even exist in this world. For this world is small paradise full of delightful and incredible creates, beings and animals. Many of which I have been glad to know and call my friends. I lived with them for a long time, saw others arrive and leave, most of them due to boredom. For endless near perfect happiness is something most of us humans oddly enough can’t handle for long. Let alone stand for quite a few centuries like I have.

Yet I have closed my eyes in this wonderful world for a final time, as I lay in a bed of moss surrounded by all my great and now very saddened friends. This second life of mine was bliss. Was paradise. Not heaven as my grandmother told me, but paradise instead. A wonderful life. Ah, what a wonderful life it was. So many great conversations, so many feast and long celebrations. There were unicorns to ride on during my earlier years, once I got used to the place. Eagles to fly on as I started getting older and whales to live inside off as I grew frail.

Eight hundred years it has been since I came to this world. Confusion and fear gripped me tight those first nights in the cold and dark of this world. My first life had been short, way too short. For I was originally born in a place we called Éire. Here it was my drunk father and loose mother conceived me, at the ages of 18 and 13. Since my mother was a child herself, it was my grandmother Caoimhe who raised me. My life with my grandmother was alright, especially because I believe my mother to be my sister for the first eight years of my life. It was a group of bullies whom dissuade me from this notion and told me the truth about my parentage. By then my mother was 21 and out of the home for the last three years.

I never saw my mother again after she left while still pretending to be my older sister. Finding out my sister was a big blow and life deteriorated after that. I was called a bastard openly by my teachers and a whoreson by my peers and everyone else. School was hard, teachers often singled me out to punish me for my plucky behaviour. Which was code for red hair and freckles. My life was nightmarish, no friends, no love and only my grandmother talk to. After school I took care of all of the housework in our little cottage. Cleaning, cooking, sowing, dusting, swapping, washing and field work. I learned it all by the time I was ten. It kept me busy and once I was done my gran, would tell me stories about the fairies, spirits, leprechauns, fomorii and goblins, that once lived on this island.

I loved her stories and dreamt of the past and the meetings one could have with such creatures. But not anymore. The world was rapidly changing, a new century had come and it would be filled with ever increasing change. Yet I didn’t get to life through this century. I didn’t get to life period. I was born in the year 1891 of our lord and died in the year 1905 of our lord. Fourteen years was all that was given to me in the first world. Fourteen years of hard work and bad treatment.

No I did die of disease, which was common way to go back then. No something worse killed me. It was inhumanity, that killed me. Men’s cruelty towards their fellow men. Is what killed. Since telling me about my parentage the same group of kids, kept bullying me. As they grew and I stayed small they became more violent. Yet there were no teachers to reprimand them or parents to interfere. No I was a whoreson and didn’t merit their consideration. All I needed to do was grow strong enough to take it, so I could contribute to the state by becoming one of its million factory workers. That was the future people saw for me. A future that would never come. For one day in August, they boys having just been caught stealing candy and receiving a righteous caning for it, wanted to end their frustration. And there I was just walking home. At the right place at the right time, I was there for them to relieve their cruelty upon me.

I later learned from a magical mirror pool, that my death was covered up. My grandmother was told I had wondered off and four years later she died. Forgotten by all in the world, for my mother did never return home. My body was buried in a soaked field. Forgotten by all. The boys were given another two canings for going too far but all of them grew up to become workers, husbands and fathers themselves. No consequences, no justice. Life is unfair. Yet death wasn’t.

For I awoke in a bright green field of grass. Birds where chirping, dwarves were singing and working in the distance and pixies were gathering flowers, quite near me. From mine perspective I had just appeared into a strange field. But the creatures here had felt a disturbance coming for days and in this disturbance, I slowly took shape. They were not afraid of me. They had time to prepare for my existence I didn’t. The first pixie I saw looked to me like a giant angry wasp which was sure to kill me. I screamed and swatted it away. I ran, fell and a smiling flower blinked up at me. I screamed louder and started running faster into the nearby forest. Then I tripped, fell into the dirt and went unconscious. I woke up hours later in a bed of acorns, for some reason the talking squirrels thought I was most similar to them. A tree smiled at me and I fainted. Then a vision came to me of a smiling woman. My first thought was about my mother, but I immediately realized that this entity was mother to all. She was a goddess she told me to relax, to let go of my fair and take my new surroundings as they are. Most importantly she didn’t tell me to feel save, she made me feel safe. Then the next time I opened my eyes, I no longer saw a wicked tree but a kind old oak. Nor did I see strange animals preparing to attack me, instead I saw the reality of curious talking animals wondering what kind of creature I was.

I cleared my throat and said hello. This startled the nearby squirrels but some further away and the tree greeted me back and bid me welcome. I asked where I were but nobody could pronounce the worlds name so they just called the world of U. The world of U was luscious, verdant and vibrant as John Oak, the previously mentioned tree would often say, even though he never travelled far. I however did, after being shown the nearby forest and going on several walks, befriending all the creatures I would meet, I started to yearn to know and see more of this world. So I was taken to the unicorn paddock and every day I would ride out on another Unicorn in a different direction for up to four days before turning back to the forest I came from. Eventually some of the squirrels and humming birds would join me and then another person arrived, a scared girl. She took longer to get used to the situation but this lightly tinted girl, eventually calmed down and stayed in my presence for a long time. Eventually she went riding with me and we went farther and farther.

Then about forty years later we found ourselves fully grown into adulthood and attracted to each other and we spent that and many other nights together. Over the following hundred twenty years we travelled all over the continent and were sporadically joined by other later human arrivals to this world, most of which quickly went their own way. Then in around my 250th year in the world of U, Tom the fourth person to arrive in the world came to me as an old man, he had aged faster than everybody else he told me his time had come. He laid down in a bed of moss and passed from this world. And thus death begin and slowly others, both Human and creatures started dying. Yet all died peacefully without suffering, all died wanting to know what comes next. As I still felt young, against my better half Shanina’s wishes I went to the underground world of the Goblins. Through this wondrous world inside a world I went to three of the nearby continents. On the third I met Vrodondar the lord of the Eagles and as my body was really aging now, he agreed to fly me anywhere in the world. And he did and so did his fellows do for others including me soul mate Shanina. Then as I approached 500 and had seen all the world, Shanina started to grow bored and old and three years after we celebrated my big 500, she left her life and this world. I continued to life now resigned to slowly growing really old myself and explore the world by lovely whales I could live inside off for several months as they traversed the seas and oceans of the world of U.

Hundred and sixty years later John Oak now really ancient gave up his life hoping that he would become human like me in his next life. And as I would later found out he did become one in his new world, a world I did not choose to go to. Now all those who were there when I first arrived were gone, yet I would not relent. Many new kids had now come into the world and I became their teacher and councillor telling them of how the world we all came from was in my day and they each in turned told me about how much the world had changed, from planes, to wars, to television programs and comics. I in turn told them about the peace, tranquillity and beauty of this world. Yet it seemed the more people came into this world the more of them would stay shortly choosing only to be here for several decades before giving up their lives and moving on. I stopped travelling and went back one final time to my arrival sport in which place I had build a monument with help of the Dwarves who I often visited in their glistening caves and after biding them farewell and learning that the last of my students had moved on I decided the time had come. My time had come, I was now approaching 800 so I sent messages all around the world for everyone to celebrate my final birthday for a fortnight, which they all did and on the fifteenth day after the fourteen days of feasting I laid down in a bed of moss and closed my eyes surrounded by all of my remaining nearby saddened friends. It was a wonderful life, in a wonderful world, I think as I close my eyes for a final time. All those around me will be sad for a time, but unhappiness never last long in this splendid place and all would move on, not forgotten or forever grieved but happy and remembered. That is what I would become to this world, so I smile and reminisce on my life here and with one happy thought about my first time with Shanina, I pass out of this world. I die my second death.