Through The Ages: TDH: THE FINAL PART

I am deciding that I won’t post too much of TDH draft 9, because it could give away too much plot for D.10 (which I think will be the final draft).

I’m giving you the prologue and throughout the year a few of my favorite scenes. 🙂


Prologue: The History Lesson

Angelo watched as men and women of all ages were dragged into his castle walls, wishing the Dostillan Hero was one of them.

As the last prisoner was brought inside the fortress, Angelo scowled at his unluckiness. He growled in anger, knocking his table over frightening the other head counselors. They tried to assure him that  his wishes may prevail as long as he tried, but he waved them off in disgust. He was getting sick of searching for The Dostillan Hero for the past fifty years, so he decided to play it dirty.

Angelo was a Government official. He wove his way into it by manipulating others and finally became the right hand man of the Secretary. Together they planned to destroy the King and take over the throne. But that is another story.

Now as I was saying — by getting close to the King’s court, Angelo had the power of blackmailing King Reynold into helping him revive the Magic Disposal Unit. King Reynold’s father, King James IV, had decided to destroy all sorcerers in order to bring equality to his kingdom, but failed to realize he was soon to destroy the future of his country. He had hired his lieutenant Gordon Fei to gather them up and hide the prisoners. So soon thousands of Sorcerers were held captive in the castle of Scornfell for years. After James IV gave the crown and throne to Reynold, James died from an illness. As Reynold became King, he knew nothing of MDU, Gordon Fei or anything of the sort.


But sadly Angelo took this to his advantage and threatened the King that he would take the Princess and send her to MDU whether she had magic or not, so King reynold agreed and thus began the Magic Disposal Unit.




Alexis yawned slightly as she woke up on the cold autumn morning. Rubbing  her arms to rid the goosebumps, she got up, made her bed, and got dressed.


It was around five thirty in the morning when Alexis walked out of her room to start the fire in the kitchen. She started kneading some dough and began to cook it over the fire. Once her rolls were done, she started some tea for herself and her elder brother, Finn.

Walking down the hall again Alexis rapped on the wooden door of her brothers room. Moments later came out, Finn with his light blonde hair sticking up all over the place.

Since he had just woken up, Alexis basically had to drag him into the kitchen to eat his breakfast. They sat there in silence while they adjusted to the early morning feeling.


“What time is it?” Finn asked, chugging down the last of his tea.


“Maybe around six-ten,” Alexis said, standing up to stretch. “We’d better get Zinnia and head to the mill, or else Mrs. Robbins will have our heads.” She said grabbing a few rolls. She packed them away in a small bag.


“Or skin us alive,” Finn jested, only causing Alexis to roll her eyes playfully.


“Yes that as well,” she said. “Now we’d better go and get Zinnia. She’ll freak if we don’t come on time.”


Finn nodded and followed Alexis out the door. They walked for awhile down the well traveled dirt path as the bitter morning wind bit against their skin. As they walked on a paper hit Alexis’ face covering her sense of direction. Having to stop, Alexis pulled the paper off her face, examining it.


The Magic Disposal Unit

MDU has been reincarnated by Angelo Wilhelm Quill. All people who

have been under Gordon’s “care” will now be in the hands of Angelo.


Disgusted, Alexis crumpled up the paper and threw it on the ground. The MDU has already caused enough trouble, she spat and urged Finn to continue walking. While going down the worn path for a little longer, they reached small cottage-like house set on a corner. Alexis knocked on the door and tapped her foot impatiently, until the door was opened by an elderly woman.


“Hello, Alexis. Hello, Finn.” she said warmly. “I’ll get Zinnia.”


She disappeared and soon came back with a fidgeting Zinnia. The two siblings thanked the woman, as Zinnia joined them and they set off as a trio.


“I was starting to get worried for a moment,” Zinnia said, breathing a sigh of relief. “But thank goodness you reached me in time, although you were a couple minutes late. I was beginning to think that you guys were lost, or hurt or something.”


Alexis and Finn glanced at eachother and smiled. That was just like Zinnia. Always worrying about something, whether it was a small problem or large.


They reached the mill near the edge of town. The mill itself was surrounded by trees, but the town, Erinville, was in the middle of a cotton field valley.


The trio went inside the mill and walked up to a desk in the front. Each of them picked up the quill in an ink well, and quickly signed their names on a big, thick log book with only a few minutes to spare. Hanging up their bags on a hook, they headed to the room in the center of the mill. There were gears, spindles, and weaving machines all over it. Here there were a few children talking amongst themselves. Finn headed to his friends Samuel Longroot and Terrace Fang, who were both his age. Alexis and Zinnia then headed to a group of girls who actually didn’t despise them. Some people just hated how good working Finn, Alexis and Zinnia were. They always payed attention in the mill school, they loved to learn and they were all together studious.


One of the girls that enjoyed their presence, was Suzanne Greentrail. A teenage brunette who was a genius and was quite charismatic. There was also Everest Urn, a shy young blonde with the talent of nimble fingers.


The four girls talked quietly amongst themselves, waiting for the clock to strike six-thirty. Soon it did and a short, plump woman in her mid-forties came into the room. The room became cold — silent and cold. She cleared her throat, eying everyone in the room. Anyone could tell that Mrs. Robbins hated children. She especially hated Alexis, Zinnia and Finn. No one knew why, but it was obvious she has a certain despising towards them. She called everyone to their work stations, signaling the beginning of a hard day’s work.

I also wrote this for NANOWRIMO!!

Through The Ages: TDH: D.7 & D.8

Since both drafts are short I’ll post them both. lol

Draft 7 was started on Feb 11, then Feb 28 and then May 31. (DID YOU KNOW: that Jaimika was named Jace in February, 2015 but was renamed Jaimika in May? No? I bet you didn’t know. lol)


Deep within the Darkley Woods, stood two silhouetted figures.

“Dayna, are you sure this is the right direction?” The tallest one asked in a laid-back feminine voice.

“Yes, I’m sure Jaimika.” Dayna said in a ‘duh’ voice.
“Well, last time I checked, East isn’t towards the sunset.”  Jaimika said, indicating towards the the sunset with her arms.

I ditched Dayna and Jaimika for draft 10. But they will show up for another book. JAIMIKA IS SO AWESOME! I was writing a book with a timeline before TDH (inspired by the Hobbit… WHY KILI????) and I’ve writing like 7 chapters and am slowly pursuing through. HEUEHUEHE


Here is draft 8… (P. S. Whenever you see these ({}) it means that write more on it later). This was written July 6-7, 2015 and then September 9-10, 2015.

Chapter One

Alexis!” called a voice from behind. Alexis whipped her head around quickly and stared into the Mill Owner’s {Wife’s} furious blue eyes. {dropping what she was holding}

“Yes, Mrs. Robbins?” Alexis asked quietly, filing throughout her past events for a mishap. {wondering if she had failed in her past tasks}

Mrs. Stella Robbins, a cruel woman, owned the Erinville Mill along with her husband Clark. She was in charge of the ladies working the mill, while Mr. Robbins worked the boys in the fields. Alexis only met Clark Robbins once, and he was a mellow man with a soft look in his brown eyes. The couple both had graying sleek black hair, and a round face, but their complexions were very different.

They had a son named Charlie Robbins, but he died in the Cold War over Moonlark City. He sacrificed much during the last battle and basically made Panimor win along with the others who had died trying to save their country.

Alexis looked up at Miss Stella and into her eyes. {alexis could usually see one’s feelings through their eyes} She saw pain, mostly.

“Come here girl,” Miss Stella called,  with an obvious sneering tone in her voice.

Alexis walked up to her Mistress and, with a shaken hand, took hold of the railing up the stairs.

Alexis stood in front of Mrs. Robbins their eyes met and had a contest of some sort. All was quiet except for the grinding in the mill and the whooshing of the Mill fans above their heads.

“Who told you to go outside after Lunch Break?” She said cockily.

“Well, we basically finished lunch and the water bucket inside was empty and everyone voted for me to get it filled back up.” Alexis said, carefully analyzing her words.

Mrs. Robbins looked her up and and and nodded. “And where may I ask is the water bucket?” She said.

“It is still in the well, I dropped it when you called.”

That is when Mrs. Robbins laughed. It wasn’t a good hardy laugh. It was a mocking laugh that bit deep into Alexis’ skin.

“And you expect me to believe that excuse?” Alexis’ hopes just ran down the drain, and she knew any further arguing would just bring more punishment.  Over the past three years, Alexis had learned that even if you told the truth, you could never get away from any punishment with Mrs. Robbins.

All Alexis could do was look at her feet and let the punishment begin.

“Well,  Miss Draught-Storm. After you finish actually getting the water fetched, you can go up to my room and get all the laundry folded, papers in a neat pile and all it takes to clean my room. And try to get done before three o’clock, so you can start your millwork.”

Sadly, Alexis nodded and ran inside the mill, and to the Robbins’ room.


Alexis had finished cleaning under the bed, the dresser and the laundry. She now was heading on to the desk, with an hour to spare.

She put all the papers in a pile and organized them. The quills shewere color-coded and placed in a ceramic cup. She sat on the chair in front of the desk and relaxed. She glanced outside at the Church and saw that it was three thirty in the afternoon. Thirty ‘till four.

Alexis was aching badly but she was going to give the room an extra round-up of dust and garbage. She started to get up but her aching arms and legs struggled against her and she tripped and fell on the floor, dumping everything on the desk onto the ground.

“No.” She whimpered. Thirty minutes of work wasted. She got the quills, and the ink back on the desk. Thank God the ink didn’t spill, she thought thankfully.

She picked up some reports and read hers. The Mill Censor said that she was a phenomenal worker. Beat that, Mrs. Robbins!

She then put the mail in a ceramic pot beside the desk. She spotted a scroll with red ink. To: Mr. and Mrs. Clark Robbins. From: The Magic Disposal Unit.

Her eyes wide, Alexis reopened the scroll and started to read.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Clark Robbins,

We have come to notice that there must be some magic

still in the general area of Erinville. So we must ask you

to choose suspects of Magic and send us a report on the

fifteenth of June, and report their age, name and

appearance. Thank you for reading this letter,

Angelo ReMorro, Founder of MDU


No! Alexis thought. She and her brother, Arthur’s lives would be changed forever.

Alexis took a deep breath in order to calm herself. Okay… Did the Robbins reply?

After looking around for a moment she found a letter.

To: The Magic Disposal Unit. From: Mr. and Mrs. Clark Robbins.

Gulping, Alexis shakingly opened the mail.

Dear MDU,

We might have found a couple of culprits:

Jameson Grace, this fourteen year-old has both brown hair and eyes and

deeply tanned skin. Short.

Arthur Draught-Storm, he is sixteen and has light blonde

hair and blue eyes. Tall.

Olivias Moore, she is thirteen and has short brown hair

and green eyes. Pigeon toed. Short.

Alexis Draught-Storm, she is fourteen and has long blonde

hair and blue eyes. Most dangerous of all. Short and skinny.

Charlie “Clark”  Robbins & Stella Maybelle Robbins

Mrs. Robbins is a big jerk in this and the following Drafts, but in Draft 10, I am trying to make her a character with more depth. I know some people may act like Mrs. Robbins, but there always is a good side to the darkest people.


Thanks for reading.