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Update
Update!
I first want to apologize for being so inactive! It’s my goal to at least post something every other week.
Book two is progressing! I am a little bit halfway through the first draft and have a game plan for the rest of it! I’m aiming to begin publication next year around Feb/Mar, which is when book one was released. Writing the second part of Cierra’s adventure has been so fun, and I cannot wait to share it with everyone.
In other news, “A Song of Hope” the song is finally completed. It’s the piece I posted a few months ago. As of now, it’s named after my first book. That is of course subject to change. I will be posting the rest of the piece after Christmas.
On that note, Happy early Christmas!
Horse Drinking Water
The Masiann Language
Prefixes and suffixes
So at the end, denotes to oneself, or the state of once’s self (Wesmo means hope. Wesmoso means I hope)
Se at the end, denotes to someone else or the state of them (Wesmose means You hope)
clo denotes ownership to oneself (mina means men. Clomina means my men)
Est denoting ownership to one’s own group (umee means friends, estumee means our friends)
Be denotes ownership or state to others. Sometimes replaces no to indicate state of being of others (Lone means transport. Belone means your transport) When individual is named, there is no suffix. (Azul’s Vestment becomes Deli Vincta)
No State of being
Tro denotes one’s own presence (Minco means princess. Trominco means princess and I)
O Female version. Inserted at the end of a word. (Minc means prince. Minco Means Princess. Trominc would mean prince and I)
Lo always
lu Never
U A change of meaning, such as the opposite of the original implication. (Example: Lam means welcome. Lum means unwelcome.)
A Plural form
X denotes to harshness or cruelty
N denotes to softness and gentleness.
To Verb form, interchangeable with Ta
Ta Verb form, interchangeable with To
Co Verb form
S inserted can indicate past tense.
P inserted can indicate future tense
Numbers:
The calendar of the Acana is based on the Moon Anker’s cycle. Instead of weeks or days of the week, like Monday or Tuesday, each day throughout the lunar cycle is allotted a special spelling based on numbers 1-31. Example: number Ju, which is the number one, is Jun when referring to the first day of the Moon cycle.
The technique is borrowed over when a certain number of days is mentioned, but only for 1 through 31. I have one cat would be I have ju cat. There is one day. There is Jun day.
Jun can mean either “one day” or “the first day of the month.” Numbers from 32 and up do not apply and are instead spoken in the origin spelling followed by the Masiann word for number, Ninma. Thirty-two days would be Melch-ki Ninma while thirty-one days would be Melch-jun.
Confused yet?
1: Ju (Jun Day 1 of Anker’s cycle)
2: ki (Kin Day 2 of Anker’s cycle)
3: mel (Men)
4: Ak (An)
5: Ni (Nin)
6: Hep (Hen)
7: quil (Quin)
8: Sen (Se—the only day in which n is subtracted, not added)
9: Lip (Lin)
10: Cha (Chan)
20: kich (kich-mel 25. Lunor cycle—Kin 20. Kich-nin 25)
30: melch (Melchn 30 days. Melch-jun 31 is the last day of the moon cycle. Melch-ki Ninma 32 days)
40: Akch (Akch-hep 46.)
50: nich
60: hech
70: quich
80: sech
90: lich
100: chach (chach-hech-quil 167)
200: Kichach (kichach-hech-quil 267)
300: melchach
Masiann glossary pulled from “A Song of Hope”
Alkone: Wood
Ven: chief
Lam: Welcome
Lum: unwelcome
Tas: Stay a long time
Tus: Stay a short time
Tos: Stay
Omi: The like or the desire of an object, person, or place.
Umi: The dislike or the distain for an object, person, or place
Belono: You are always
Lono: always
Beluno: You are never
Luno: never
Lamino: Welcome woman
Lumino: Unwelcome woman
Lami: welcome
Lamun: Welcome man
Lumun: Unwelcome man
Tasomino: Stay as long as you desire, woman
Tasomin: Stay as long as you desire, Man
Min: Man
Mina: Men
Mino: Woman
Minao: Women
Clomina: Possessive form of the word men.
Xalo: A harsh wetland such as Vipen’s Swamp
Nato: Verb Lead
Napto: Will lead
Chonta: Archers
Choto: Verb loose (as in loose an arrow from a bow)
Concota: archers loose (Combination of Archers and Loose. Easier to say than Chonta Choto.)
Deli: Azul
Vincta: Vestment
Del: yes (Derived from the name Azul)
Some: Appropriate, fine, acceptable.
Delsome: Yes, that would be fine.
Destonia: sun blast
Drashgo: Dragon
Belonse: Transport in eight days, possessive. (Example; my transport would be in eight days) (This word does not need to follow the “P” rule because the number eight indicates future tense. An “S” in Besonse changes it to eight days ago.)
Lon: Transport
Se: Eight days.
Ninma: Days, when number is not specified or any number after 31. (Numbers are often allotted a day of the Moon [Anker] Cycle)
Gono: thank you
Kepteeper: Keeper (This word has been changed and influenced throughout the ages by the language of the outside world)
Rass: Key
Lor: Wellness. Healthy.
Lorto: Verb form of wellness. The action of being healthy. (Lorpto for future tense)
Estumee: Our friends.
Umee: Friends.
Cast: A wound. An injury.
Casto: The Action of being wounded or damaged
Losomo: Very or always good!
Somo: Good
Manskiso: sit
Mema: rebuild (When word does not follow rule, it is known as a rebel. Or a Chapa)
Meshi: Fire
Canpa: Loud flare, blaze, or explosion.
Nira: tender sleep
Portiloa: Portal
Galaso: I am hidden (state of being)
Gala: Hidden.
Galato: Verb, hiding
Rashaka: horizon
Shmalk: fly
Shonta: “drop” or “lower”
Stafona: “it wants you to get on its back”
Stafo: means back
Fona: climb
Stophin: will throw (P—future tense)
Stohin: throw
Telmen: General
Pato: To meet (verb)
Papo: will meet
Pasto: Met, past tense
Teno: The state of being interested.
BeTeno: the state of being interesting
Ten: Interest as a noun.
Falu: flying
Ticate: fox.
Rostona: To climb
Trominco: Princess and I
Trominc: Prince and I
Minco: Princess
Minc: Prince
Colina: Planning a journey.
Veno: Hello
Wesmoso: I hope
Wesmose: You hope
Prastone: enjoy, enjoyment
Protoso: I will search (Verb)
Roto: check (Verb)
Yesways: swear, promise, guarantee
Masiann sentence as used in a Song of Hope:
Belono lamino ven tasomino: you are always welcome here and are free to stay as long as you like
Belono; Be= you are, lo=always, No=state of being. (You are always, as opposed to beluno, you are never)
Lamino; Lam= Welcome or wanted, mino=woman.
Ven= chief. (Often inserted in the middle of a sentence to add emphasis. As if one’s idea is chief)
Tasomino= Tas-stay a long time, omi= like or desire of someone. no= state of being.
Clomina xalo napto: My men will accompany you through the wetlands.
Clomina; clo=my, mina=men
Xalo; x= denotes to harsh conditions. Alo=wetland or swamp.
Napto; will lead (P indicates future tense)
Drashgo belonse: She would arrange our dragon transport in eight days.
be= denotes ownership to others.
Lon= transport.
Se= eight days, Another form of sen
Falano deshee: If you ever need anything, do not be afraid to ask.
Falana; Fala= need, no= the state of being,
Deshee; ask
Lorto estumee casto: Leo asking if James/Anara survived.
Lorto; Lor=wellness or wholeness or healthy, to = indicating verb form.
Estumee; Est=denoting ownership to one’s own group, umee=friends
Casto; Cast=a wound, To= indicating verb form.
Portiloa galaso: Leo’s interpretation of Iris’s answer, “So it (the fox) can take you to the portal is not an exact translation. A more accurate phrase would be, “The hidden portal, I am.” To further clarify, the “I am” is stuck on the end to indicate Iris seeing herself and her people as part of their beloved portal. Leo realizes this and translates so Cierra could understand.
Galaso; Gala= hidden, So=state of being or denoting to oneself.
Protoso yesways: “she will check” Leo translated, but Iris said this directly indicating herself.
Protoso; P=indicates future tense. Roto=search out, so=denotes to oneself
Yesways; guarantee.
Book Two Coming Soon!
Looking for the second book of “The Search for the King’s Staff?” I’ll be posting updates on my progress right here on the blog! As of now, book two is well underway! You may have read in my acknowledgements that it took me about a decade to right “A Song of Hope.” Rest assured that I was still improving my skill as a writer. I started the series when I was thirteen years old, so you can imagine how much I’ve grown since then.
Beginnings are always the biggest hurdle for me. Those first few chapters of “A Song of Hope” were what kept me from progressing into the rest of the story. The beginning of the series is over and done with forever! Yay! I’d love to talk about the many stages “A Song of Hope” went through but that’s for another post.
I’m soaring through book two, and though I cannot promise, I have an inkling it may see my wonderful editor by the end of the year (maybe sooner). I’m so excited to share the rest of Cierra’s quest with you. She, Leo, James, and Anara mean so much to me, and there is so much more to be explored in the world of Asrial.
Song Lyrics: Looking for a Fighter
Inspired by the inner journeys of the characters Cierra and Leo from “A Song of Hope” Book one of “The Search for the King’s Staff” Series.
Verse 1:
Take this sword
Take this shield
Fight a fight you’re worthy of
But my effort is not enough
I won’t last on this battlefield
Verse 2:
Limited, hedged by lies on every side
All I want to do is hide
Frustrated, by a past that won’t leave me alone
Can’t erase what’s set in stone
Chorus 1:
You’re looking for a fighter
Searching for a soldier
Walk through the fire
Withstand the boulder
I’ll melt like glass
I don’t bend I always break
You’re looking for a fighter
Searching for a soldier
The world on fragile shoulders
I’ll crumble beneath the weight
Verse 3:
You ask too much of me
My past is rolling down
I’m in the way
No escape
Then I hear you calling
Like an angel you say
Verse 4:
Unlimited, break those walls down
A Truth stronger than doubt
Uplifted, your past doesn’t define
Who you are inside
Chorus 2:
I’m looking for a fighter
Searching for a soldier
Walk through the fire
Withstand the boulder
I’ll melt like glass
I might come back stronger
I’m looking for a fighter
Searching for a soldier
The world on molded shoulders
Maybe I can carry the weight
Bridge:
Orphaned, terrified of the voices of lies
Smash the stone of distortion
I’ll fight it to the grave
Chosen, mystified by your brilliant light
You’re with me all the way
Chorus 3:
Now I’m a fighter
Now I’m a soldier
I am the fire
I am the boulder
Unbreakable like steal
With you I am stronger
Now we are fighter
Now we are soldier
The world on both our shoulders
We can carry the weight
We can carry . . . the weight
Sophia’s Piano
“Gazing Horse,” “Darling Elephant,” “Fearsome dragon,” and “Robby Amell!”
Gazing Horse
Robby Amell
Darling Elephant
Fearsome Dragon
The supernatural event that gave me the ability to draw
Within the rustic building, that we at Charis Bible College affectionately called, “the barn,” I was sitting in class one morning during my first year of school. Arthur Meintjes was teaching on the stage beneath arching beams. On either side of the stone fireplace, sunlight spilled through a row of tall windows overlooking Pikes Peak, which rose behind a dress of pine and milky-blue mist. Breathless wonder swept through my core as I glimpsed the shimmering white caps of the looming beauty. It dared any adventurer to scale its fourteen-thousand-foot summit. The Mountain is a world of its own, that demands exploration.
Nature has a way of bringing us closer to our own foundations. It births a sense of inspiration, like the stars of a night sky, too far away to truly be comprehended – little hints of a much bigger picture. Is there life out there? How much further does the universe reach compared to what we can observe? Does it have an end? What marvels are hidden within the depts of space, that I’ll never know about? It is these intangible mysteries that we itch to understand. I think that’s where our love for fantasy and science fiction come from. It’s that urge to look into new worlds. In my opinion, if you don’t share this same curiosity, are you really human?
I don’t believe the supernatural is just fantasy. The stories I write are products of not just my imagination, but of my experience.
Back inside Charis’ “barn,” I sat on the edge of the right hand, middle row, when all of a sudden, something out of the ordinary happened. The only way I know how to explain, is that bubbles of joy popped up into my heart from deep down. They carried with them an exciting message. “Are you ready for me to do something amazing for you?” It was more like an idea. A voice so quiet, my own thoughts were louder, yet it screamed with such a force I could feel the sound waves.
Anything you want, I’m in, I thought back. I mean, how would you answer God if he basically told you that you’re about to experience power completely out of this world? My heart wouldn’t stop racing. I found myself beaming like a bride on her wedding day. It was similar to the sensations of intoxication, but without all the side effects! There was this peace. It drowned out any doubt that what God just told me was impossible. I didn’t know exactly what he was promising, but I knew it was about to change my life forever.
About a month before that incredible day in the Son-light, I’d been at a small group in Colorado Springs where a bunch of us students were prophesying over each other. I remember my sister gripping my shoulders and gazing straight into my eyes. “You’ve had a desire to draw, like I used to. Don’t you?” she asked. Back in high school, my sister was an incredible artist, and I’d always envied her stable hands and the patience it took her to learn how to shade and jot those tiny details— the ones that made her drawings look like they could walk right off the page.
I’d shelved this desire a long time and hadn’t breathed a word of it to anyone. Writing had always come easy. But drawing . . . it was a butterfly sitting on a flower, drinking nectar. One wrong move, the shift of a finger, one breath, and the butterfly would startle—forever gone as it flutters away, hopeless to be caught.
My sister told me that night at that small group, that I could have that same talent. I just needed to put my pencil to the page.
Fast-forward a month later, after being promised the impossible inside “the barn,” I stuck my pencil against a random page in my purchased collage textbook and drew a flawless picture of bugs bunny. You have to understand that I couldn’t draw a straight line before this. Even an object as simple as a cartoon rabbit was out of my reach.
That was, until that day. In a moment, the blink of an eye, without practice . . . I could draw.
After school, I rushed to Walmart and carefully rummaged through a selection of sketch pads. I picked one called, “sketch diary” held together by spiral rings. On the front cover, it had a drawing of a man playing a saxophone. Through a period of a few weeks, I mastered what other artists told me took them years to learn. I used techniques I didn’t know existed. I was drawing life-like pictures of humans and animals –horses, elephants, leopards.
This was not my ability. If I would take credit for these drawings, I’d be lying. I encountered the supernatural that day, and the effect has carried on even to this moment, as I write this article.
How can I reconcile this experience when people tell me that what we see is all that there is?