Hey there everyone. I've decided to continue with this, and I really need all reviews badly. Even if you just review the first one, that'd be lovely. Please haha!
I've nicknamed this chapter Deepest Shade of Gray, and I think it's enjoyable. You tell me thuogh!
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Apollo walked by my side until we reached the entrance of the camp. He wouldn’t be allowed in, but I needed him by my side. Seeing the place I had been exiled from brought back horrible memories from the night of my cursing. The very marble archway Apollo and I stood under was the very place I had scurried away from on four legs for the first time. These memories flashed through my brain, mixing the present with the past.
“Please come in,” I begged, looking into his depthless eyes. He looked as if he was in pain; his eyes furrowed deeply, his mouth set in a grim line.
“You know I can’t,” he whispered, “I caused a lot of trouble last time I was here.” A faint smile edged at both of our lips. Last time he had come in we had fallen in love and look where that brought us.
“We cannot delay,” Artemis called impatiently, leaning against a Redwood a hundred feet ahead of us. I gulped, trying to hold back the memories threatening to overwhelm me.
“You’ll be fine,” Apollo said, brushing his lips lightly against my forehead, “I’ll always be watching above you.” It felt so hard leaving him like this. I prayed to the gods, ironically enough that included him, that I would not be stuck in the camp tomorrow and could see Apollo.
I looked up and kissed him lightly on the lips, feeling his pulsing warmth ease my anxiety once again. I heard Artemis make a noise in disgust. Without taking a look back at Apollo, I walked to her. Even with my back facing him, my eyes lids grew red when he flashed up into the sky to continue his duties as the Sun God.
Immediately I felt utterly alone. The goddess ahead of me was once my closest friend, my most trusted ally, but now I was weary and on guard. The trees that I passed under were once my friends too; now I could only barely hear their whispers of words. All fell silent as we entered the camp.
I stared straight ahead, trying to hide the blush that was creeping along my neck and onto my face. The silver tents blew noiselessly in the soft wind, their white flags fluttering gracefully in the foliage. The girls that I saw had judging eyes and fierce glares, unlike the once adoring looks I had received. This area, once my home, was now a completely foreign land.
We made our way to Artemis’ main tent. It was obviously the largest and inside the very nicest. My old tent, the one just next to the main tent was empty with all of my furnishings stripped bare. On the contrary though, Artemis’ tent was full of life and character, from the antique paintings to the pelts of the rarest creatures ever to walk the earth. I’d always loved this tent and somehow it seemed like the least hostile place in this camp for me.
I slowly entered the main chamber, and Artemis donned her throne, a large silver chair with an arched back and draped with animal pelts. The richness of this room would’ve been overwhelming for me once, but to now it felt as good as home. I had spent many evenings here, talking hunting strategies or girl problems with Artemis, but now it seemed empty of all our niceties.
“What’s she doing here?” I heard a familiar voice call. Oh, how that voice drove me crazy. It was more of a screech really. I turned, knowing who I would face behind me.
Rianne, a higher ranked Huntress stood with her hand on her hips and her face barred in a hideous sneer. Lovely, I thought sarcastically. She was beautiful though with short, angled, black hair and slanted green eyes. Her toned, full body reminded me of the fact I was too skinny. I knew it, and knew it wasn’t that attractive, but I had little desire to eat in wolf form, and when I was a human I always spent my time with Apollo, never pausing to think to eat. He would occasionally mention it to me, telling me I looked sickly, and even though that comment hurt, I never felt hungry.
“She is a guest, Rianne,” Artemis said softly, “And you will do well to remember that.” Rianne scoffed and gave me an obvious look of distaste. I did not miss my days with the particular girl. When I had been Commander, she was sassy and back talked my every order. I would get so frustrated I wanted to snap, but Artemis told me I was not allowed to. Artemis saw something in the girl that I did not.
I had a few reasons why Rianne hated me so much. Jealousy was the main issue, I believed. As Commander, I had many powers and abilities that the other girls did not possess. Besides Artemis, I was the most powerful person in the camp. Rianne never accepted that fact, claiming that I barely possessed anything at all. I never showed my true strength around any of the girls, unless it was a dire situation in a hunt. Still, since I never exercised that true power around them, I wondered if I understood the powers I had at all.
As this thought reached my mind, it made another take its place. The fact I had been banished had taken up so much mental processing that I hadn’t even try to use my powers. I wondered if I still had them. It was something I needed to check into.
“Alright,” Rianne snapped, “But the second she is no longer a guest, I’ll be the first to escort her out.” The dark underlying tone said it all.
“Duly noted,” Artemis replied calmly, “You are fully dismissed.” Rianne nodded once, sneering at me as she strode past. Dark passion, which I normally associated with my wolf form welled, up in my throat, constricting my airways and causing me to dig my nails into my palms. From out of my throat came a guttural noise, exactly like a growl.
Rianne came to an abrupt halt and spun on her heels. She looked me straight in the eye and laughed. It was a meticulous sound, filled with exactly the right amount of spite and mockery.
“I always knew you were a bitch,” Rianne said, “And when it actually came true, I laughed for three whole weeks.” The words had an unexpected effect on me. Where I had been on the point of snapping, they somehow strung me back together. This time, I was the precise one.
“You think I care about what you say,” I whispered as I walked up to her. Instead of stopping directly in front of her face, I slowly paced around her, circling her like a dying animal.
“But really your words strengthen me. Why? Because I can see just how weak you are, “ I
spat, “You think you’re high and mighty. Well Rianne, I am one of two immortals in this camp. I exist without you, without the approval of Artemis, without the sanctity of rules. You? You follow the laws; obey them, for without them you have no immortality. Me? My entire being is based on being lawless. Something that you cannot, and forever will not, comprehend.” Once my speech was finished, Rianne stood shaking, speechless. She sputtered something; then tried to speak again but to no avail. Finally she managed to get something out.
“At least I am not a mongrel,” she hissed before blowing out of the tent. Her statement, of me being a mongrel, I could certainly not deny and it gnawed at me like an unreachable itch. I returned to stand in front of Artemis.
“Why am I here?” I asked, looking up into her glowing eyes. Her mouth was downturned and her brow creased.
“Will your chaos in this camp never end?” Artemis asked, her eyes looking blankly towards the sky. I growled and it sounded fully wolf.
“Why am I here?” I screeched, feeling the power of once being a Commander rush into my bones.
I had forgotten such power, the feeling of enlightenment, and the sense of superiority. I was superior. Now, with this power, I felt that again. Maybe it was being in the camp that triggered it, or maybe it was the fact I couldn’t lose them once I had them, but the powers Artemis had once blessed me with were pounding through my veins with unparalleled clarity.
“You feel them again?” Artemis looked up in shock. Our eyes gazed deep into each others’.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then we have discovered why your counterpart, the monster on the dark end of the spectrum is so powerful,” she said.
“But it’s not all black and white,” I said bitterly.
“What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head in bafflement.
“Nothing is black and white, Artemis. There isn’t just good and evil. We’ve learned that with me,” I said, “Artemis, if anything, there is only the deepest shade of gray.”
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These memories flashed through my brain doesn't really fit in. I think replacing brain with 'mind' and flashing with 'flickered'. These memories flickered through my mind sounds a little better.
Both sentences sound odd together. It almost sounds like you described the same thing twice, when really, all you did was describe two materials flapping in the wind. Try re-phrase that so it becomes a little easier to understand.
I had been under the impression that Arian had been the highest ranked Huntress before her expulsion from the group?
I think this image is a little to hard to understand. Also you have used this line previously and it made me confused just as it did now.
All in all, a lovely chapter
Well, silversun, I just don't know how you do it. Once again you have a creative, constantly developing plot that enthralls readers and pulls them in. You have realistic, believable characters who we truly care about. And you sucessfully combine these two essential elements into a simply excellent piece of writing. I can't wait to find out what happens next so please keep writing!
-Meggy86
Just wanted to say that last time I checked, I was a girl. ~_^
Also, looking back I realize it's not that I don't understand the sentence, it's that I just can't figure out why it's there. It seems to be a bit of a non sequitur; there's very little buildup. Build up to the sentence more (you can afford to lengthen Artemis and Arian's conversation; I've noticed your chapters are rather short), and it won't seem so out of place.
Once again brilliant. I am beginning to envy your slower but more intense writing style.
I agree with much of what Bickazor has said in his very long and thorough critique. (Good effort on that by the way.)
However with
I'm certain i know what your saying. And unlike Bick i think i know what the general plot will be.
Whether you change it or not I'm sure it will be good.
Hi Silversun, here's my review on the next part.
It feels like an "although" is missing from the beginning, and I'd suggest activating the beginning as well ("They wouldn't allow him in").
This entire paragraph isn't quite effective. It's awkwardly phrased and a rather vague as well. Though I know we're supposed to be feeling pathos and sympathy for Arian here, I'm not really feeling much of anything. It's just lacking in that crucial, visceral, level of emotion. This would be better with a little flashback inserted; it doesn't have to be longer than a paragraph, but would give a greater sense of immediacy to Arian's emotions.
I've seen "Redwood" capitalized before and I wonder why. The tree itself (which is indigenous to California, I believe--so is this story set in California, or in Greece?) isn't capitalized, but if you're trying to emphasize that the tree is special, then the capital is fine.
Meh, this is veering into over-the-top territory. Worse, it's hammering in a point which you've already made more subtly--Arian doesn't want to part from Apollo. No need to say it again so obviously.
What sort of noise of disgust is it? Get specific, there are quite a few noises of disgust. Does she snort? Hiss? Go "tch"?
This is the second time you've said something about "eyelids turning red". I don't understand the image at all; it's making me think of her getting pinkeye or her eyeballs bleeding or something along those lines.
"Immediately" and "utterly"--see the problem? I've noticed, throughout your writing, you tend to have a preponderance of adverbs. It's best to use as few of the pesky things as possible.
"Only" and "barely" mean the same thing; pick one, or better yet, find a way to rephrase the sentence without an adverb.
Why would Arian be blushing? I don't really understand what she has to be embarrassed about. Nervous, yes, and apprehensive, but not embarrassed.
This will be the last time I'll point out adverb abuse here. You can catch the rest yourself. Ask yourself if all these adverbs are really necessary.
You do give a vague description of the inside of the tent, but it feels lacking somehow. The paragraph is a fairly long one, but feels substanceless--it's stuffed with vague, woolly, abstrac terms: "Very nicest", "full of life and character", "the least hostile place". The only concrete images we get are "antique paintings" to "pelts". You've already shown that you can describe characters' appearances quite in depth; apply that some sort of description to the tent. I want to be able to picture it.
"Donned" means to "put on", as in an article of clothing. I've noticed you've misused words before; all I'll say is if you're not sure what a word means, then err on the side of caution and don't use it.
Sorry, can't resist rephrasing: "The richness of this room used to overwhelm me". It says the exact same thing, but in much fewer words. A first draft is supposed to be sprawling and messy, so I'm not going to rag on your case for that, but make sure that subsequent drafts are much tighter.
I giggled aloud at this--it seems a perfect characterization of Arian and Artemis, and in fact the Huntresses in general. It's very naturally the sort of thing a group of female hunters would talk about.
Once again, I have to warn you against excessive casualness. It's almost insulting in this case.
"Behind me" is unnecessary. The fact that she's turning around already implies that the speaker is behind her.
"Barred"? I've never seen that image used in a conjunction with describing a person's face before. It's better to say something along the lines of "twisted" or "distorted".
"Of the fact"...*twitch* You can just say that it reminded her that she was too skinny, no need for the excess words.
I'm glad you're acknowledging that skinniness does not automatically equate attractiveness. However, I'm a little nervous about her not eating around Apollo; it speaks of a level of infatuation that's frankly veering towards the unhealthy. It'd just be less creepy to say that she wasn't the sort of person who liked eating.
The repetition of "Artemis" is jarring. You can just say "she" the second time.
This paragraph flows a bit awkwardly. The "I had a few reasons" and "main issue" phrases make it read like an academic paper, not lines of prose. The narrative voice becomes formal, almost stilted, here, ruining the flow. Also, you keep repeating "powers" without really qualifying what they are. If you're giving Arian vague, undefined powers that could be an opening into Mary-Sue-dom. Define her powers strictly, and please avoid the "unknown powers" trope. A character who has few powers but their own wits and abilities is much more compelling than a godmodding Sue.
The next paragraph also has the same overly stilted problems. "Mental processing"? It doesn't click well with Arian's more informal tone in the rest of the story.
What dark underlying tone? I think you mean Rianne's, which should be "her" dark underlying tone. Actually, I don't like the usage of "underlying" at all. Remove it and you'll have a smoother sentence.
Ouch, it appears Artemis is an adverb abuser! The "replied calmly" and the "fully" can both be removed. I especially don't understand the "fully dismissed" because it makes me wonder how anyone can be not fully dismissed. What, there heads stay behind while the rest of their bodies walk away? It's just a very odd image.
More stilted formality. I've been noticing a lot of this, and in conjunction with the loose casualness your narrative tone takes sometimes, makes for a very awkward and disjointed read. Strive for consistency in tone above all.
You really don't need the "of me being a mongrel" because she already said the same thing just a sentence before. The repetition makes it seem like you're insulting your reader's intelligence.
I do like the simile at the end, though; it's a nice image and very easy to sympathize with. Everyone's had an unreachable itch before, so it helps connect us to Arian even if we've never been through her exact predicament.
Though there isn't anything gramatically wrong with this sentence, it would have more impact if there was a dash or colon somewhere to emphasize how wolf-like her growl is. "I growled--and it sounded fully wolf", for example.
Feel "what" again? As far as I'm aware, the "that" doesn't have an antecedent, so it seems rather random.
I do like the surge of pride we're getting from Arian. I've noted before that Arian seems to be quite a proud person and I'm glad you're exploring that, with almost a dark edge. It gets the reader feeling a tad conflicted about her, because we may sympathize with her predicament, but recoil from her almost smug pride. I can already sense that Arian's pride is going to be her fatal flaw.
These vague powers are starting to annoy me. Just what do they involve? So far I haven't seen anything supernatural from Arian, except transforming into a wolf and that doesn't have anything to do wiht her powers.
I don't quite understand where this is coming from; it feels rather random. I get the faintest inkling of what you mean, but it's not enough. You haven't segued effectively enough into Arian's statement for it to really mean anything. It's almost like you were just hunting around for something dramatic to finish the chapter with.
Oveall thoughts:
The first thing I noticed about this chapter, and what bothers me most, is the tone. Or rather, it way vacillates. At times, it's almost insultingly casual; other times, it gets as formal as a school paper. It's very disarming and made the chapter rather difficult to read. You need to strive for a consistent voice; you've been doing fairly well with Arian's voice in the earlier chapters, though it was a tad distant. In fact, it seems like everyone's talking more formally in this part than the others. Tone and voice are some of the most difficult things to write, but absolutely integral to a good story. If you're inconsistent with your tone, the reader has difficulty getting a feel for not just the characters but the story as well.
I also noticed a profusion of adverbs, bloated sentences, and redundancies in this portion, more so than in the previous ones. It's coming across as if this chapter was hard to write for you, which I perfectly sympathize with: some chapters are a breeze to write, others are like slogging through mud and tar just to get a sentence finished. Some judicious editing should take care of all the awkward phrasings and inconsistent tone.
So far, I haven't gotten a good sense of the story's plot yet. There's the conflict between Artemis and Arian (which I love, by the way--especially with your depiction of Artemis, which shows her not as the evil harridan I'd have been expecting but as a betrayed friend indeed), but that's clearly not the central conflict. What is? There's some vague mentionings of this balance of power and a dark creature and shades of gray, but it's all so incredibly cloudy that there doesn't seem to be a sense of immediate danger yet. It's fine to start without much conflict (just be sure to at least hint at a major conflict), but by the next chapter I'd like to see some signs of something greater happening besides vague talk and thoughts. There's no sense of immediacy, but I think that there should be, especially given the way you've been talking about the balance of power and how it's being upset. That should have dire consequences, but so far doesn't seem to.
I do like your characterizations here, especially of Arian and Artemis. As I've said before, I love how your depiction of Artemis is not a one-dimensional creature of jealousy: she's sad, genuinely broken-hearted that she had to give up a friendship, but strong enough to stick to her guns in breaking up that friendship. I can see her as a leader and authority figure as well as a former friend and a jealous sister. She's very realistic and well-rounded, and this soon in the story too. Arian, too--while I was nervous about her powers (which I felt are tilting towards the Mary Sue), I really like her proud personality and the hint that her pride may well be her downfall. She's also very multifaceted, which helps her seem more like a real, three-dimensional person. I believe these characters, which is the most important task a writer has when creating characters.
Unfortunately, I don't believe Rianne. So far, she's just the stereotypical "Libby"; a rival exisitng only to make the main character look good. She has no reasons for her hatred of Arian and no personality besides hating Arian. Maybe she'll get a more three-dimensional treatment later; however, for certain you can't keep her at her current cardboard cutout level of characterization. Her character is very off-putting, especially since you've shown yourself capable of some very masterful characterization.
Finally, keep in mind skjold's advice about following the established myths and such. The names are especially ringing alarm bells for me--"Rianne" and "Arian", as far as I'm aware, are not Ancient Greek names, which is jarring when you're clearly setting up a mythological world.
Best of luck in your endeavors, and PM me if you have any questions, comments, or concerns. ^^
very good i thought here's a quick sum up of what i think
you used very good description the characters are well defined, even if they are based off of greek and roman mythology,
The girls that I saw had judging eyes and fierce glares, unlike the once adoring looks I had received. This area, once my home, was now a completely foreign land.
this is a good sentence right here. you used the word judging, very god word in this situation because it gives a desriptive image for the reader. it is also good that feirce glares fallows. it shows that some girls are looking at him criously and other glaring.
writing using information about myths is a very tricky buisness, considering that the characters have been written into earths history.
portraying the gods in the wrong way can be very distracting expecially if you are a greek fanatic, not me by the way,it can be contradicting and may be the reason why the reader puts down the book.
keep it up ad i hope this helps
skjold,
the one and only norse warrior name after a shield