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Written by KC

15 July 2010 | 120215 words | Work in Progress

Title: War of the Wizards
Author: KC
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Faramir
Warnings: Spanking
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to Tolkien.<br>,Please let me know what you think of this story by leaving a comment.

This is number seven in the series that started with Grief, Elf, Wasps and an Angry Wizard and Stubborn Stewards and Bright Red Paddles, Human King, Elven King & One Stubborn Steward, Sweet Revenge or Let Licking Dogs Lie and Elves, Orcs and the Road to Recovery.
Added: Chapter 52


Part 45

“Aye, well…” Erchirion began rather sheepishly before clearing his throat, a blush showing through his seaman’s tan. “I have been banished from Dol Amroth… temporarily,” he finished in a quiet rush, wincing as he did so, knowing what the reaction would be from his father.

“Whatever have you done?” Imrahil asked his expression one of stunned concern.

“I should change out of these travelling clothes and settle the troops that accompanied me…” the Swan Knight said hoping to escape all the eyes that were fixed upon him currently.

“Oh no, my son. Not until you have told me why you were banished from Dol Amroth by your brother,” Imrahil interjected.

“Come sit at the table, Chiri, so that we can at least ply you with wine to make the telling easier,” Faramir said, using his cousin’s pet name and sensing quite the tale behind his normally unflappable cousin’s blush, as he pulled the man to the seat that his ada had vacated.

The Prince was settled and poured a very large goblet of wine by Faramir, who stood beside him. The King asked for the dancing to resume but forwent dancing himself as his curiosity, not to mention that of Arwen, had been aroused. Aragorn sat down on one side of the Knight next to where Faramir stood and Arwen on the other, next to where Amrothos stood, increasing the poor Prince’s embarrassment tenfold. Even Éomer moved to stand within hearing distance, near Gandalf, as eager as the others to hear the Prince’s explanation. With such keen hearing the elves stayed where they were seated.

“Well?” Imrahil prompted as he stood on the other side of the table in front of his son.

“I… I… ah…” Erchirion said clearing this throat again as he tried unsuccessfully to find a diplomatic way of saying what he had to say. How he wished he had his cousin’s gift for words.

“Just spit it out, child,” Imrahil chided gently.

“I… sort of… sank his ship,” Erchirion confessed eventually, wincing and taking several gulps of wine.

“You did what!” both Imrahil and Amrothos exclaimed.

“He loved that old bucket.” Amrothos added, causing his brother to wince again and take another gulp of wine. “And what do you mean sort of? Is that not like a woman saying she is sort of with child?” he asked, eliciting a small involuntary giggle from the Queen, a frown from his father and assorted snorts and chuckles from those within hearing distance.

“You sank the Black Swan and you live still? How?” Faramir asked, his eyes wide, knowing what Elphir’s reaction would have been; very similar, if not identical, to what Boromir’s would have been under similar circumstances.

“I stayed out of arm’s reach,” the Prince replied immediately, taking another gulp of wine remembering his brother’s murderous expression at the time. “Actually, I stayed out of sword’s reach also, and I was never so thankful in the knowledge that he is not so skilled with bow and arrow as you, Fara,” he added upon a moment’s reflection.

Faramir and Amrothos could hear Boroimr’s hearty laughter coming from the rafters above.

“Nay, nay, you dunce!” Faramir chuckled affectionately; hitting the back of his cousin’s head, eliciting more snorts and chuckles from the audience. “How, pray tell, did you sink Elphir’s much beloved, if barely seaworthy, Black Swan?”

“It is no laughing matter, Fara!” Erchirion complained. “He was so angry. The vein in his temple was throbbing, you know, like Boromir’s would when he too was murderously angry. Where did that come from, father? I do not remember ever seeing such a thing in other family members, not even grandfather when he was very angry,” he rambled, remembering vividly his brother’s rather protracted anger.

Any who had known Boromir knew exactly to what the Prince was referring. Legolas, Aragorn, Gandalf and Gimli all remembered such instances on the quest when the vein on Boromir’s temple stood out and appeared to be throbbing. The hobbits – even Pippin – learned very quickly to give the Gondorian a wide berth when that throbbing vein in his temple was evident.

“That was from your great grandfather Angelimar, child, and your grandfather was very well acquainted with the phenomenon, having been the cause of its appearance so often,” Imrahil replied, causing the elder elves to chuckle in remembrance. “Now, back to the issue of concern. How did you sink your brother’s ship?” he asked.

“It was as you said, father. I was chasing down pirates in the Bay of Belfalas. I received intelligence that a Corsair ship had been met by orcs in South Gondor, near the Isle of Tolfalas, and had yet to set sail for Umbar. I knew that Saruman had been in contact with the Corsair’s and thought to lure the ship into a trap to see what information I could discern. So I set a decoy,” Erchirion said as he made a grab for the goblet of wine again.

“And you used your brother’s ship,” Imrahil surmised, removing the goblet of wine from his son’s reach.

“That ship should have been decommissioned years ago, father,” the Prince complained. “It was barely suitable for training cadets in calm seas. Besides which, it was the closest ship available – as it had been moored in the bay of an isle near Tolfalas by the Master of cadets because the seas had turned from calm to mildly choppy – that could fool the Corsair’s into believing that it was indeed in trouble and easy pickings.”

“Did the decoy work?” Aragorn asked.

“Aye, it did, Sire,” Erchirion replied, feeling light-headed from consuming so much wine so quickly.

“How, then, did you sink the ship?” Amrothos asked perplexed.

“By the time we had removed the cadets and sailed the Black Swan to a suitable location, leaving a few experienced hands and over forty soldiers hidden on board and then ordering the rest of the fleet to hide behind the nearest island, the seas had turned rough. I never expected the idiots to ram the ship. I mean, it was dangerously low in the water as it was. It was nothing short of a miracle that we stayed afloat long enough for us to board the pirate vessel and for the rest of our ships to make their presence known,” the Prince explained, feeling more light-headed and so did not notice his father’s thunderous expression. Amrothos and Faramir; however, noted the familiar expression and both winced.

“You remained on the Black Swan and then boarded the pirate vessel?” Imrahil asked incredulously. “It is little wonder that the vein in your brother’s temple was throbbing.”

“Nay, father,” the seafaring Prince countered in wine induced innocence. “I did not tell him that part. He was angry enough as it was.”

The young man’s expression paled when he realised finally, to what he had just admitted and to whom. Seeing his cousin pale in realisation, Faramir grabbed the goblet of wine and foisted it into his cousin’s hand. Immediately, the young man threw back the rest of the contents of the goblet. Imrahil glared at his nephew who did not appear the least bit contrite.

“We will discuss that part, in detail, later, son,” Imrahil promised in a dangerously quiet tone.

“Aye, father,” Erchirion replied with the air of a man just condemned.

“Was there information of value on the ship?” Aragorn asked, his expression sympathetic.

“Aye, but I think we should discuss that in private later, Sire,” he responded.

“I suggest you go see to the troops, son,” Imrahil commanded.

“Come, Chiri,” Faramir sighed, assisting his tipsy cousin to stand and dragging him from the hall, followed by Amrothos, Misto and kitten, but not before Imrahil embraced his second born, eliciting a small, sheepish smile from his son.

Prince Imrahil walked back to his seat, sat down heavily and let out an exasperated whoosh of breath, thinking on what could have been.

“I must admit, mellon-nin, your collective brood is vastly entertaining,” Thranduil laughed, eliciting a wry look from the Prince of Dol Amroth.

“They are certainly causing me to re-evaluate the ‘trio horribus’,” Elrond said, causing the trio concerned to blush. “Was there ever a time when they were all together including Faramir and Boromir?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Many times in their youth and a few times in their adulthood,” Imrahil replied.

“I assume they got into much mischief?” Elrond asked, already knowing the answer.

“You have no idea,” Imrahil groaned as some of the memories surfaced briefly.

“However did you survive, mellon-nin?” Thranduil asked.

“There were a few times when I was not certain I had in mind and many more times I felt sure my right arm would give out,” Imrahil replied, earnestly.

“How did your daughter, Lothiriel, fare?” Arwen asked, knowing something of her through Amrothos.

“With five doting older brothers and cousins to boss around, my youngest was in her element,” Imrahil replied affectionately.

Arwen suspected that they were not the only ones to dote on the Princess.

“I have never met her, nor seen a likeness of her. Do you perchance carry one?” Arwen asked innocently.

The three elder elves looked at her intently recognising the ‘innocent’ tone; Arwen Undomiel was scheming.

“Aye, I do, most certainly,” Imrahil replied, pulling a thin silver case of what appeared to be elven design and about the size of his hand from a pocket in his outer robe.

Imrahil opened the case to reveal on one side a painted portrait of his four children, and on the other, a portrait of Boromir and Faramir.

“She is very beautiful indeed,” Arwen said in genuine admiration for the girl was indeed stunning to look upon, with long wavy raven black hair and beautiful grey-blue coloured eyes. “What think you Éomer?” she said, passing the portrait to the Rohirrim.

Éomer looked upon the portrait and seemed transfixed for several long moments before he replied, his face flushed.

“Princess Lothiriel is indeed very beautiful.”

The Rohirrim did not see the small smirk tugging at the corners of the Queen’s mouth. Elrond did however and rolled his eyes. Éomer parted with the portrait seemingly a little reluctantly, handing it back to Imrahil.

“Aye, she resembles her mother,” Imrahil replied wistfully, his expression turning sombre at the thought of his beloved wife who had died not three years prior of a wasting disease. How he had loved her and was ever thankful that a part of her lived on through their wonderful children.


Faramir, Amrothos and Erchirion returned to the Great Hall eventually. Misto had taken his kitten and retired to his web. Erchirion looked much refreshed, having bathed and changed into more formal attire after he had seen to arrangements for the newly arrived detachments from Dol Amroth to be billeted. Faramir noted that Lord Dragor had disappeared, indicating that the man did possess a smidgen of commonsense.

The feast concluded not long after their arrival. Aragorn invited his family and friends back to his private drawing room, where they settled in chairs and lounges arranged around a large fireplace.

“Now tell us, mellon-nin. What have you discovered?” Aragorn asked Erchirion.

“As you are aware already, a way has been found by the Haradrim and Orcs through Ephel Duath (Mts of Shadow). What you may yet be unaware of is that Saruman has amassed an army of some twenty thousand, consisting of Orcs, Haradrim and Easterlings and lay in wait near the pass that leads to Minas Morgul,” the Prince responded, looking at Aragorn to see if it was indeed news to the King.

“It is more than we hoped but not outside the realm of our planning,” Aragorn sighed; thinking the loss of life was likely to be so much greater than they hoped.

“On board the Corsair ship was a missive from the leader of the Corsair’s to Saruman,” Erchirion began, a familiar predatory glint to his eyes. “The missive indicated that the requested supplies would be shipped within the month, with further shipments to be made. We know what supplies are being gathered, when and how they will be shipped and the destination point. There is only one river that is suitable for ships bearing so much cargo…”

“We can cut off their major supply line,” Faramir reasoned with a similar predatory glint to his eyes.

“Elphir has sent our best spies to keep watch on the situation,” Erchirion advised.

“This is welcome news indeed,” Aragorn said, smiling broadly. “Although, will Saruman not become suspicious when he receives no response to his request?”

“Ships sink at sea all the time. The Corsair pirates are cooling their heels currently in our dungeon, and will continue to do so until the current hostilities have ceased,” Erchirion smirked.

The discussion turned to more mundane subjects for a time. Eventually, Imrahil stood and taking his leave of the King and Queen, walked over to Maglor and held out his hand. In the blink of an eye, Maglor produced ‘Faramir’s Bane from Erchirion knew not where and handed it to Imrahil. The seafaring Prince paled when he saw the familiar, yet not, implement of past torture. His wide-eyed and somewhat panicked gaze darted to Faramir as if seeking an explanation. Faramir simply shrugged apologetically, with a look of sympathy.

“Come, Chiri. We still have much to discuss,” Imrahil said as he walked out of the room.

Like a man condemned he followed his father. Many sympathetic younger eyes watched him leave.

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51 Comment(s)

I really like what you’ve done with all these stories. I can’t wait to continue reading them. I do have a question. How on earth will Faramir continue to age. Will he get old like gandalf, or just stop like hte elves? Just curious! Keep writing! classacte

— classacte    Thursday 20 April 2006, 5:53    #

when are you going to update this? Poor Chiri, and I can’t wait to see what happens with Sarumon! COntinue soon! classacte

— classacte    Tuesday 2 May 2006, 3:24    #

wow, these stories are great. Can’t wait to read the rest. I’d love to see a flashback of Thranduil and Maglor dealing with the escape of the dwarves since you made it sound so funny. Keep up the good work.

— Daughter of Thranduil    Saturday 10 June 2006, 6:00    #

Hi again. Just curious as to when you will be updating next?

— Daughter of Thranduil    Thursday 13 July 2006, 23:46    #

I LOVE it! Keep up the fantastic work. Just one little question: what does Maglor truely look like? I’ve reread this fiction at least a dozen times & I’m curious to his hair color and style!

— Lori Tankersley    Friday 4 August 2006, 4:14    #

Hi Lori,

Thank you for the kind words and I’m pleased you are enjoying the story. I described Maglor very briefly in Elves, Orcs and the Road to recovery as “a tall blond elven warrior”. I picture him as having long blond hair in the elven way with warrior braids. He is taller than Legolas and Faramir. Of course, like all evles he is stunning with deep blue eyes that seem endlessly deep.

KC    Friday 4 August 2006, 18:10    #

Hee hee! Serves Eomer right for being so nasty to Faramir! I really enjoyed this chapter. Maglor is such a wonderful character. Keep up the great work.

— Daughter of Thranduil    Saturday 5 August 2006, 16:39    #

Thank you!! Maglor has been an absolute hoot to write and I’m pleased it shows through :)

KC    Sunday 6 August 2006, 14:18    #

Great chapter. Loved it.

— Daughter of Thranduil    Wednesday 27 September 2006, 20:52    #

I alsways enjoy your story very much. This chapter was no exception. I think that Eomer got what he deserved and Misto’s reaction/action was what to be expected! ;) Are we starting with the march towards Minas Morgul next? Can’t wait to see how the battle plays out! Patience is not a virtue :)

— maeglina    Monday 2 October 2006, 15:14    #

It’s so good to see a new chapter of this story! Such fun :-)

— Monica    Wednesday 30 May 2007, 9:56    #

Thank you Monica,

It’s been a rough few months but I’m back to writing (whew!). I’ve even started on part 51.

KC    Thursday 31 May 2007, 5:34    #

Welcome back! We missed you!

— Archmage XIII    Saturday 16 June 2007, 7:24    #

Thank you! Good to be writing again. Hope to have the next part finished soon.

KC    Monday 18 June 2007, 12:06    #

Wonderful to see another chapter to this story, I’ve been reading since the beginning on a yahoo group that I lost track of, so I’ very glad you post here. Loved Misto’s armour! Looking forward to the next part.

— wendyuk    Wednesday 1 August 2007, 11:32    #

Thank you Wendy!! It’s certainly been a long journey. I never imagined the story would go in the directions it has LOL. Hope to update Soon. Thanks again :)

KC    Sunday 5 August 2007, 9:10    #

Delighted to see a new chapter of this fun read. It always puts a smile on my face.
BTw – I love your portrayal of Arwen.

— Dixie    Monday 6 August 2007, 0:41    #

Thank you Dixie! Always nice to know that people find something to smile about in my stories. And thank you for the compliment about Arwen!! :)

KC    Monday 13 August 2007, 9:51    #

Since this hasn’t been updated in around 7 months, I gather it’s dead? Shame, as I was enjoying it. I keep checking back periodically to see if there’s an update, but my hopes dwindle.

— Mandy    Saturday 23 February 2008, 22:48    #

Hi Mandy,

Sorry but RL got in the way big time. My country had a welcome change of Government last November. A change of Government, before and after, means a lot of work. The project that I was working was discontinued so apart from looking for a transfer to another organisation, I have more time on my hands now in addition to a new laptop. I have started work on the next chapter and hope to have it finished within the next few weeks.
Cheers
KC

KC    Sunday 24 February 2008, 7:27    #

That comment made me laugh out loud. You must be British. Did no one in England like poor Tony? He seems about as popular as Bush is over here, but I imagine both men meant well. Lord knows what we’ll end up with in Nov. Oh well, I’ll keep checking on the story. Thanks.

— Mandy    Sunday 24 February 2008, 23:57    #

@Mandy:

“You must be British.”

I think not. Blair left us some 5 months earlier, in June, not November, and as he stood down as Prime Minister during the Labour government’s term in office and handed over to Gordon Brown for the rest of that term, it was not a change of government either. Imagine (keeping in mind that prime ministers are not presidents and the two systems are not comparable) that —God forbid— something would happen to Bush: then Cheney would take over until the next elections.

Countries that were in the process of changing their governments around last November include Australia, Denmark, Croatia and Argentina. A glance at KC's email address makes me suspect we're dealing with the first.

PS: If you want to keep up with political affairs around the world (US media are so inwardly focused), the BBC are an invaluable source. Personally I prefer The Economist which has an excellent ‘Politics this week’ section, with matching weekly newsletter.

Admin    Monday 25 February 2008, 8:12    #

Hi Mandy
Admin is right. Blair was extremely popular in comparison to our ex-Prime Minister Howard. We now have a round faced, blond, blue-eyed Labor PM who speaks, of all languages, Mandarin. A breath of fresh air but damn Kevin Rudd’s hard work. He makes workaholics look narcoleptic.

KC    Monday 25 February 2008, 8:53    #

Ouch. And I thought that our lot was bad. Good to hear that this isn’t dead, since I’m rather fond of them. Although, I do find myself feeling sorry for Eomer. Even if he is an ass.

— Jerry    Saturday 22 March 2008, 21:38    #

This is very good! Give yourself a pat on the back! ;)
P.S when is the next chapter coming? it been almost a year since i last read this (Yes i read your stories twice)

— Victoria    Friday 29 August 2008, 2:51    #

Sorry to all who have been following this story. Work has consumed every waking minute both physically and emotionally for over 12 months and has given me nothing but grief and heartache in return. So I start a new job on 15 September that pays more, involves less time and is something I enjoy doing. The upshot is that I hope to have my half completed chapter finished before the end of November. Thank you again all for your patience but I am determined to finish this story and Misto keeps rattling his armour at me menacingly in my dreams!!

— KC    Monday 1 September 2008, 11:25    #

Congratulations on your new job! It is so important to also have time for yourself, not just for work – great to hear you’re finding a better balance. Best of luck!

iris    Thursday 4 September 2008, 11:18    #

Well done on getting a much better job. I know I’m being selfish but I love this story so much please continue it as soon as possible. I enjoy reading and experiencing the way your characters continue to evolve…keep up the good work.

— Annette    Monday 17 November 2008, 20:05    #

Hi. I just found this story and really enjoyed it. I love your characterization of Faramir and the elves. I can’t wait to see where you go with this story next. Please update again soon.

— ana    Wednesday 29 April 2009, 6:31    #

Hi KC!

I just discovered your story, and was well impressed by it. I see you’ve not updated for a while, and I’m guessing RL got in the way? I hope all is well and that you keep writing as you’ve got a great talent. Thanks for all your effort!

— Aqua    Tuesday 1 September 2009, 7:29    #

Hey, as I said before but this time it different, I think you should consider publishing this but I’ll think it’ll be a short book but still! and yep this is much be…fourth time I read this? It just too enjoyable :D

— Victoria    Tuesday 20 October 2009, 0:01    #

Please do finish this story.
Even though I don’t second your “love” for spanking, you write so well that I need to know how it ends.
Don’t keep us in the dark.
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

— lille mermeid    Sunday 31 January 2010, 19:15    #

Hi all,
Sorry to have gone MIA for so long but 2009 was a hard year. Worked like a dog on a successful project and won an organisational award.

Went to another project job, worked like a dog and won another organisational award.

Went into a non-project job in the same organisation and four days later retrenchment packages were offered to all. Much to the chagrin of the bosses, mine was too good to refuse and has set me up for life.

Left work and looked forward to writing again. Unfortunately I had to look after an ailing mother for three months. Mother is now better. Looked forward to writing again.

Unfortunately, bosses begged me to come back as a contractor. In a moment of weakness said yes. Still working but am starting to write again only to face a bit of writer’s block.

Whew!! What a year!!

— KC    Monday 1 February 2010, 22:06    #

Hi KC,

I have very much enjoyed your series of stories beginning with Grief and currently ending in War of Wizards. They are a very fun read, you really give a charming personality to characters I’ve always loved and wanted to know more about, such as Faramir, and his uncle Imrahil’s family.

No pressure whatsoever, but if you do write more in the future, I will be happy to read. In particular, I wonder whether Saruman realizes how thoroughly he may be outclassed in cunning by the fox cubs and their families and friends. I also wonder whether Eowyn has decided to accompany the soldiers from Rohan in the War of the Wizards, since Eomer elected to leave her in Rohan, and it seems the type of thing she might do again, this time for the purpose of watching Farmir’s back. I’m also interested in seeing the first meeting between Eomer and Imrahil’s daughter, and Faramir’s elven family and Eowyn. If I can be of any assistance in terms of proofreading or hashing out ideas, please feel free to drop me a line.

Best of luck with everything,

Susana R.

— Susana R    Sunday 23 May 2010, 7:46    #

I am doing the happy dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can’t wait to read the rest of this wonderful story, full of humour and adventure.

You were one of the writers who made me want to write Faramir Fan Fiction.

— Lille Mermeid    Thursday 15 July 2010, 16:48    #

KC, It’s wonderful to see you writing again! Thank you so much for sharing your fantastic stories with us, and I hope life is treating you better now. This is one of my favourite stories, and an update is a lovely excuse for a re-read! Thank you again. Wendy

— Wendy    Thursday 15 July 2010, 20:34    #

You’re back!! How wonderful! I enjoy your stories so much and to see an update to War of Wizards has made my day! Thank you so very, very much!!

— Libraryblue    Thursday 15 July 2010, 20:51    #

Happy to see You back and for that reason I re-read whole story once again. Thank You!

— Cicely    Sunday 18 July 2010, 5:43    #

Lovely to see you writing again! The personalities and interactions of your characters are as delightful as ever. Still brings a smile to my face!

— trixie    Thursday 22 July 2010, 5:40    #

Hello,

I have just finished reading the entire series you wrote. I have enjoyed so much that I can’t help but ask you to continue. Everything, from the idea of younger ones being spanked, to larger roles of some characters, to the amused elderly Elves, to fox cubs… I don’t know, just everything seems so right. This series has had me both on the edge of tears and chuckling throughout the reading. I enjoy Faramir fictions and the way you’re writing this one, intertwining the memories and the presence, going into the depths with each character yet not going out of them (OOC) is amazing. I would very much like to see this to be finished some day.

Thank you very much for the delightful experience of being able to read the brilliantly written story.
And I do apologize, for this comment doesn’t make up even for the half of it, but there is so much I can’t quite put into words at the moment. Am still stunned at how you managed to do it and how good it came out.

Best regards,
A.

— Aneyrin    Thursday 23 December 2010, 21:10    #

OMG! I love these stories so much they have had me laughing and crying at Faramirs exploits! I cant wait to read the rest :) x

— key    Friday 25 February 2011, 19:50    #

Wow, Your stories are wonderful.
I couldn’t stop reading them until the end. I almost cry when I saw that war of the wizards wasn’t finished. (ok, it was probably the nerves since I didn’t sleep in two nights that I spent reading. XD)
You’re a very good writer and these fics are just very interesting, and the plot is fun and intriguing at the same time.

Bye!!!!!

— Girlytiger    Thursday 21 April 2011, 22:32    #

I love this series i will admit i never thought about faramir being adopted by elves please please please update soon.

— Nikki    Monday 11 July 2011, 2:35    #

great story – please do continue.Can hardly wait for how it ends. thanks for writing.

— joe    Monday 2 January 2012, 10:43    #

Greeting, dear KC!

I just re-read War of Wizards and enjoyed it as much as I did the frist time through. I still had fits of laughter and giggles throughout the reading and I swear someone was peeling onion at certain times when I was reading.

This site hasn’t heard from you in a while, but I do hope you’re well and will once continue writing and posting this wonderful story you created.

Thank you for sharing it with us and good luck with whatever it is you’re doing in your life currently,
A.

— Aneyrin    Tuesday 17 July 2012, 22:01    #

Hi KC,

I hope all is well in your life and you still have the time to write.

Just wanted to thank you for the great story and for the sharing of it .
It is amazing how you manage to create such a wanderfull time line and I just love the characters and the way they interact .

Looking forward to the next chapters and a happy end of the story .

Many thanks for your work.
Good luck in life and happiness .
BlackSwan

— BlackSwan    Thursday 14 February 2013, 6:20    #

Hi KC, just wanted to say I really enjoyed this story. Thank you so much for sharing it. I know it’s been a long time since you updated it and hope everything is alright in your life. I hold out hope that this fantastic story will eventually be finished. Again thanks for the story and good luck in your life.

— Anna    Thursday 5 June 2014, 20:41    #

Hi – thanks for a great read. I’m assuming this story has been abandoned – or is continued on a 3rd site? Can you advise?

— tiinaj1    Thursday 20 July 2017, 3:37    #

Are you going to update this anytime soon. I’m dying to figure out what happens! I love Love LOVE!!!! these stories please keep writing. ;)

— Alexa    Sunday 29 July 2018, 19:41    #

Very enjoyable and fulfilling read! Is this story still in the making, or has it been abandoned? I hope not the latter! So much want to find out how it ends!

— Treedweller    Saturday 19 January 2019, 10:48    #

Me again. I’ve just read the entire series up to here for the third time. It looks like this has been abandoned? Alas, so many of us are dying to find out what happens! Thank you for your work and for sharing it with us.

— Treedweller    Friday 14 June 2019, 13:27    #

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