Time Tempest…

As I was searching for some royalty-free pictures for the cover of my latest novel, ‘Time Tempest’, I stumbled upon some Wallpapers, and these are some of my favourite.

This one made me think of Astrea, the fairy princess in my novel, Royal Masquerade. The only thing that differentiate the character of my creation is that Astrea has dark hair, not golden haired.

I like this one too… but somehow, it’s rather cold and emotionless…

The last two pictures are my favourite… if only they are royalty free. *SOBS*

Excerpt from Time Tempest manuscript:

“No! Big brother, stay with me! Wake up! Oh, God, wake up, big brother. Open your eyes, stay with me!” she cried out as she cradled him in her arms, desperately hold onto him as if holding him tightly to her bosom like that would sustain his life a little bit longer.

She’s not sure why she’s here, and what is going on, but the memory of last night gave  her a huge pang of regret. He left home, left her, and now, he’s dying in her arms. Again, he’s going to leave her, and this time, forever. It doesn’t matter if it’s not real. It seems real enough to her. His then warm body is now becoming colder and colder with every passing seconds, and his heart did not beat with vitality. He’s slipping away, and not knowing what to do, she embraced him tightly as she would a lover and cried her heart out in devastation.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry big brother. Don’t leave me. I’m so, so sorry… come back to me. I’ll do anything… anything…. anything you ask of me…” she murmured into his ears incoherently, hoping so much that he would wake up and talk to her.

“Don’t… don’t leave me. I love you.” she told him, but of course, he could no longer listen to her sob of a begging and a confession. She wants him back. It doesn’t matter if it’s those hurtful words that sprung out of anger or jealousy that he’ll hurl at her. It doesn’t matter anymore. She’ll take that a thousand times than have this; him, silenced in her arms, breathing what could be his last.

“What wouldn’t I give… what wouldn’t I give to bring you back?”  his body was so cold, and he didn’t seems to be breathing anymore. Ellinia was now grieving beyond words as she held him tightly to her own body and weep.

“I love you. More than you could ever imagine. Even if it’s wrong. I love you.”she murmured, and as if to witness her grief, she heard a sound that is similar to those of loud pendulum and ticking clocks echoing everywhere. She gasps at the familiarity of the sound. She heard this before when she was ‘dreaming’ about her and Zephyr. The only difference was that this time, it’s much louder and a lot more intimidating than the ones she heard before. The synchronization of the ticking clocks made a queer melody.


    • Cleffairy says:

      Yalorr… I oso love the last picture… looks very kewl. Ahahahah… u like ah? But Smallkucing and Cynthia both oso wanna cekik me for my writing worr… they say I very jahat! o.O

  1. goldflower86 says:

    beautiful writing. i can feel the sadness and the regret… ouch dying is always painful to their loved one. i rmber crying so much when my friend passed away 🙁
    and too when my grandpa leave this world.

    • Cleffairy says:

      Hahaha… thank you Twilightz, and welcome to my blog. Actually, I’m only good in writing…. and things that’s right brain related. But if you ask me to do even a simple math, i’ll screw up badly. LOL!

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