Writing again!

It has been so very very long since I was last writing my book, but I am finally back at it. So, here is an excerpt, hope you enjoy.

Violent silence. The sea swelled and boiled angrily as the salty wind ragged against the water's surface. She knew what she was supposed to hear as she watched the scene below her, but her senses were confused. There was no sound. The air felt as dry and hot as the scorched desert, yet it was also frigid and heavy with the salty dew of the sea. Her limbs were heavy and ached, yet she felt she was as thin and light as air. And from one minute to the next she was never sure if she smelled the spiced fragrance of blooming airbortai, or the sharp scent of the sea soaked granite cliff she was standing on. Then she understood. A dream.

'Kate, you’re in a dream, just relax.' She told herself. 'Just receive the message and then wake up.' Her dreams had become rather extraordinary of late. As a lohairmin, a future seer, she should be used to such extraordinary things happening. But the gift had never affected her dreams in such a manner before.

Her attention was abruptly drawn back to the scene before her for she had been unexpectedly flung from the cliff and out over the angry sea. She was frozen in mid air for a full second then dropped to her doom with more force than a lead covered stone pulled by gravity. She released an anguished scream with eyes closed, but a minute passed then another, and she hadn't felt the sea engulf her or the jagged rocks beneath its surface tare her to bloody shreds. Opening her eyes Kate was stunned to see that she was in fact soaring above the roaring silent waves. She looked to where she was being taken and saw that she was approaching a distant spit of land. She recognized this storm ravaged place. It was the main land, the nation her ancestry had descended from. Cyghlehi. It was the name it had been granted for what it had once been hundreds of years before, a place of light. Now it sat uselessly wealthy, lonely, and forgotten by what had once filled it with that light. Kate shook her head as a few tears for what had been lost fell from her cool silvery blue eyes and dropped to the blackened sea far below. She was startled by the suddenness of a voice like that of distant rolling thunder in her silent dream as it spoke a familiar prophesy to its young lohairmin.

“What was lost may still yet be found. Light is coming again, though it will be every increasingly shadowed for a while before. You know The Light is never lost forever, if only a choice is made. Look to the Miyahlin, there a way has been fashioned.”

Kate smiled for she had heard these words spoken before, though it had been nearly ten years before during her eleventh summer, and she had forgotten them till now. She still did not understand what a Miyahlin might be, but she knew she would when the time came; she always did. Hope flowed over and through her like warm honey; there was still a way, and it was coming swiftly.