Part of me feels that I should have split this article up into two posts, logically it would have made more sense but because it is a relatively short excerpt from the new book; Rise of The Black Doves (which I hope to release next year, but don’t beat me up if its delayed, these things take an enormous amount of time), I figured I’d talk about the new trailer which has just been released and can be found using the links at the end of this post. Be sure to check it out, please tell me what you think, I hope you enjoy it and I do apologise to those of you who were expecting a live action trailer, I really..REALLY wanted a live trailer made this time around, such a shame it did not come together, but never the less this one is far better than the previous ones, it runs tingles down my spine. Anything from these trailers, paintings, pictures or references made about this series of books does not fail to excite me. There is one thing however, before I get started, something that I HAVE to address and it is the title of this next book. Originally it was going to be called The Ancestral Odyssey: Old Future, it was even referenced off the cuff by Braygon Augiene in the second act of The Utopian Dream, a sort of play on words that was to be followed on from, and it does work to some extent, it is fitting but its just plain boring, so something had to be done about it especially if the itch persists. Instead of taking the time out to properly think on a new title with a unique title, I decided to sell out (just a little bit) and give audiences something more traditional this time around, something they are used to. This is against everything I am about, I do realise this, I am going for material that feels fresh and this title does betray my principles. Before I knew it, I had edited the title in the manuscript, I had already come up with some nifty art works and have mentioned it previously as Rise of The Black Doves several times. It does after all work within the context of Episode Two, it’s not like a Blair Witch: Book of Shadows incident when there is no actual Book of Shadows in the movie, it’s perfect for the big reveal at the end in Volume Six, it just sounds like something that has been done thousands of times before. Anyway, it felt good to get that off my chest, moving on.
To give you a very brief idea of what went down with this trailer, let me start by saying I had everything set, it so very nearly was given the go ahead, I had the camera equipment provided by a seriously gifted film student, someone I wish all the luck and success to. I had a set prepared, accommodation for the over-night stay, a wonderful location full of old ruins, the screenplay and voice over was written and finalised, a selection of music was..I’ll admit still in the process of getting the go ahead but even if this section wasn’t finished on time, I have someone who can make themes fitting for the tone. I even had a drone ready and waiting to get some airborne shots, everything seemed to be going well and I was pumped for this, I had entered the frame of mind where you cannot pull yourself away from the project, my body was suffering, my day job was paying the price and my mentality too was nearing the precipice of madness, it was great! What I couldn’t get my hands on however and this is what killed it in the end unfortunately, was the most important piece to create the illusion, it was the props for the performer. What I needed was a suit of hard, silver armour, a kite shield preferably but any shape would have done when push comes to shove; Also a long sword and a helmet with a visor that had the ability to be lifted up to rest on the forehead, this piece was important. I spent a very long time searching the internet for potential leads, e-mailing people who were involved with theatre productions, film companies, armour hires all over the UK as far as Scotland, costume shops, people who do reenactments, I even spoke to a few people who were in the antique business just incase they had something lying around or hanging on their wall all in a desperate attempt to get a hold of these props. I had the opportunity to check out some old warehouses which was really cool, some may have contained what I was looking for on the off-chance, I was even negotiating a deal to hire out some of the breast plates, the greaves and the boots, but to cut a very long and very boring story short, I was unable to get a hold of the helmet and the sword without paying thousands of pounds for them, there is a lot of red tape when it comes to lending weapons. I know what you’re thinking and I did exactly that, I traded in the hard armour for leather gear instead, I lowered my standard, dropped the shield and replaced it with one of my Dads hand-made bows and arrows, but I could not get a helmet or a sword. I was so desperate, I gave my old place of work a call, I used to work at Carew Castle in Pembrokeshire, I remember they had plenty of old swords lying around the place, I even played with some, almost cut my friends thumb off while practising a routine, he still has never forgiven me for it, this was over fifteen years ago, but I was quickly shut down, they don’t lend any out, its forbidden. After contemplating robbery, at this point I was becoming bogged down with work, future plans and family issues, so I felt that this was the universe telling me something, maybe it is not the right time for a live action trailer just yet? Maybe Duncan (you plank), you should put it on the back burner and focus on something you CAN accomplish in the mean time, so that is exactly what I did, regretfully. I took a page out of Lethaniel’s book, I made the most of what I had, used what I could, made something big out of something small, rolled up my sleeves and got to work starting from scratch. This does not mean I am giving up, I WILL achieve what I am setting out to do, a live action trailer involving one of my characters and an entity he is faced with before the cut to black, backed with music, cool effects and a badass voice over from one of the main antagonists. This is just another lesson needed to be learned in the grand scheme of things. I see this failure as a gift, a gift of time, I have more time to plan it, prepare for it and to create something more refined while writing the actual book, of course.
The trailer in question, although it is not what I was originally going for, is still impressive for someone living and working off a futon with everything he owns contained in a travelling bag stuffed in the utility room, and is by far the best trailer yet in my growing collection of promotional material on YouTube. I am very pleased with it don’t get me wrong and even though I am the one in control of this project, its progression depends entirely on me. When I watch it, it does put a smile on my face, from the opening when you see a glimpse of the hustle and bustle of Xiondel City, to the rise of fire within the ash, but the best part I thought was the touch of music being played throughout, it’s haunting, unsettling like someone is stalking you, perfect when put into the context of the main focus of the book. I am very excited about this new book, the contrast between Episode One: The Utopian Dream and Episode Two: Rise of The Black Doves, is very clear, especially when you look at their themes, the tones and the obvious differences, the colour contrast displayed throughout for example is the biggest one. This next installment is definitely moving into new territory, as a writer this is very exciting for me because a whole new branch of this odyssey, a new era of this epic story is coming your way with new characters, new creatures, new languages, new magics/technologies, new locations, bigger and better battle sequences and new twists and turns which you will NOT see coming! When writing The Utopian Dream, I had to sometimes hold back, had to be very careful with what to reveal and when, sometimes having to cut out large segments to save for a later installment which was hard to do for a first timer. I remember having to keep a lid on certain things, but now I get to open the creative lid once more and dish out some fresh new material. Episode One was centred around the words of purpose, history and change, the colour ratio was that of mysterious shades of blue, and clean whites, where as Episode Two, I’ve gone for a more sinister look, one of reds and black that in my opinion, spells betrayal, malevolence and chaos which it certainly delivers especially toward the end of the second and third acts (Volumes five and six). It’s a nastier, darker and a far more twisted story than the last and I cannot wait to present it to you, I just need you guys to be a little patient. The ending, ooooh the ending I promise will leave you with your jaws on the floor, at least this is what I’m going for! Oliver Richards, the gent who assembled the teaser trailer and those before it, once again did a grand job of sewing the graphics, the stills, the sounds and texts together. The graphics that were mainly constructed by James Van Nguyen, the boys did a bang up job, thanks guys. I also need to thank my man Adriaan and Stacey in South Africa, who worked on the voice over, they really did put the effort in and stayed up at awkward hours to work with me, big thanks to you guys, it is very much appreciated.
The trailer should speak for itself, but I’ll run through some details to help clear up any confusion, that being said, I have been asked a question recently by a couple who have read the first book, who follow my work on this Blog which is super awesome. They asked what I meant when I said “This next episode takes you to other worlds” let me explain; The world in which you are familiar with in The Ancestral Odyssey, is called Equis, also known as The Surface World, it’s basically planet Earth just a far younger one. Then you have Lunas, which is talked about briefly in Episode One: The Utopian Dream, sometimes refered to as The Half World. Lunas is a spectral plane that exists behind Equis, it is a spirit world where the living cannot tread (although there are ways to breach this plane and enter, but that is a story for another time), a twilight realm inhabited by lost spectral’s, phantoms and horrific wraith’s, it is its own ghostly eco-system so to speak, a vibrant, majestic haunting, colourful world full of beauty and wonder, but it’s just as dangerous if not more so than Equis. The origins and purpose of Lunas is yet to be detailed in the books, I will be expanding upon it in this next episode ‘Rise,’ but for now, this is all the audience needs to know. Then there is another world that is fairly recent considering that Equis and Lunas have been with me since the very beginning, back in 2007. It’s called Limbo, but this name may change, it’s also known as The Fragmented World, a shattered dream world where only our seven Star Callers can tap into and visit for a limited amount of time. Depending on how hard my girls train at remaining inside, depends on how long they can stay but even for the most gifted of Star Callers, the time only stretches for a couple of hours max before the domain seeks to eradicate The Star Caller who has entered. Within the excerpt shared below, some of our main characters (MC’s) have become aware of a threat, a threat that is potentially more powerful than ALL of them combined, which is unheard of if you’ve read Episode One! No one is more powerful than a Star Caller, no one can out-match them in terms of Glyph (the magic) and yet they have detected the residue of a Glyph scent that is far deadlier than anything they have sampled before. On top of this issue, one of their own, Isolde Beatrix, one of the seven candidates has gone missing for an unknown reason, and they must come together to find out why?
Star Callers possess many impressive abilities, I’d like to introduce a few within each book but one that appears in Episode One is called Inner Peace, where The Star Caller enters a meditative, dream like state, but unlike usual meditation that we are all familiar with, Star Callers take this several steps further and delve deep inside themselves, able to visit their own subconscious realm, landing in a world existing in their minds. This world is called Limbo. What lives inside Limbo is a soul representation of ones self, something which I call a Counterpart. Have you ever wondered what creature you’d be if you weren’t born a Human? Of course you have, I certainly have because I’m insane, this is an idea I am playing with. My Star Callers, a class I absolutely adore, when faced with a dilemma, have the option to ask themselves on the deepest of levels to help them figure out the best course of action in which to take. So, this is what they do to try to solve the current predicament, they use the technique Inner Peace, they ‘land’ in Limbo, in a significant environment (portrayed as a sphere in the trailer) one of which they feel most at ease in, and journey through it to find their Counterpart, to ask it the necessary questions; What is this threat? Where is Isolde and why did she leave without any word or warning?
For example, if this was real and I was a Star Caller (not possible because I am male), I could use Inner Peace, land in the dream world and find my Counterpart/Soul Representation, which I think would be a Squirrel or some kind of rodent and interact with him…You follow me?…Did I say I was insane by the way? I think I said that I was, I’m off my fucking rocker!
I hope you enjoy the fifth excerpt that describes the experience of one of my Star Callers visiting Limbo, as always it is going to be different when the book is released next year, I cannot help but evolve this story, rewrites are inevitable, this is just how things are, who knows it may not be recognisable upon publication, I can only take so much out of the creative jar before the lid must slam shut on my fingers. Please take note that this is just one small part of six Limbo visitations/dreams in a chapter titled; Landing in Limbo. I’ve had experience with dream sequences in the past but these ones I am particularly proud of. Feel free to let me know what you think and of the teaser trailer, but before I sign off, please note that this is just one very small section of one of many story lines in Episode Two. Be warned that this next installment is going to be darker, far more impactful and a lot more shocking than Episode One: The Utopian Dream, it’s ending I am still working through and processing because it won’t be what you expect. I am still figuring out all the angles, constructing how it happens, how it’s presented, how it all ties together while trying to remember to tell a more entertaining story than the last, one with better writing at the front of my mind. I am actually hesitant about going through with it because it’s a risk, people I don’t think will like it, people may be switched off by it and question whether to follow this story over to Episode Three: Seeds of War. I ramble, perhaps I’ll go into greater details in a later post. Happy hunting I’ll catch you later guys.
Kayna’s eyes opened along with a heavy inhale and satisfying exhale of air. She had landed in Limbo, inside a dark space, laying within an iridescent cocoon as large as a coffin. Pressing both of her hands upon the curvature of the roof, the shell opened like a lid on a chest and sky light stung her one green and blue eye. A calm, deep blue sea surrounded her at all points of the compass, her shell boat swaying gently. A storm was adrift, hovering on the distant horizon, although it were miles upon miles away, calls of thunder echoed over to her seconds after bolts of lightning were observed. Kayna Antares Serisa the 29th Star Caller of Krondathia, had successfully used Inner Peace and took a look over the raft she stood in, into the sea beneath her. Putting a leg up, resting a foot onto the edge, Kayna’s eyes burst into colourful flames that corresponded with her iris shades, and she inhaled several large breaths of air before leaping off, diving into the cold waters. Kayna swam directly down as fast as she could, her legs kicking vigorously, her arms pulling back handfuls of water with every stroke. Eyes alive with light leaving a faint trail behind her, she swam deeper and deeper passing the point of no safe return. Her chest began to ache, fresh air was what her lungs needed but she did not retreat to the surface, she did not second guess herself while her survival instincts screamed at her desperately for renewal. With the last ounces of strength, Kayna released a pitch, a call only one would be able to hear this far down. Floating in the darkness, time running out, with moments left to spare a pocket of air a bubble of life surfaced from beneath her feet, encapsulating her, providing her with an atmosphere she could sustain herself in. Gasping “You know, for a moment there, I thought you’d be late” said Kayna, having gathered her breath, putting a finger to her brow stroking her curtains of dark hair aside, out of the spaces from her eyes. Something elegant and shapely swam around the bubble, a shadow melding in with the oceans deep blue, circling the Star Caller safe within the sanctity of her bubble which were slowly rising to the surface. “We need to figure out a better way to do this, next time can you not come to me?” asked Kayna, politely. “Storms coming, I must descend” said a floaty, nasally voice from somewhere behind her position. “I know, I saw it. Don’t worry, we still have time” Kayna answered, swerving around on the spot catching a glimpse of a flowing shape that disturbed the underwater canvas. The ocean fell silent, nothing but the poetry of water and then the haunting song of something massive and majestic hung in the space of sea. The eloquent calls, the musical words of whales soothed Kayna into relaxation, her eye lids fell enclosing her eyes, her mouth tort the subtlest of smiles. Kayna picked up the movements of the swimming Counterpart, merging on the boarders of the darkening depths and the lighter swathes of water. When lit under such sunlit ribbon swathes, her figure appeared to be of a humanly shape, head, arms the waist in the shape of that of an hourglass, beautiful and seductive as she glided through the ocean with her tail similar to that of a rainbow fish. Though when this creature encroached on the ridges of darkness her eloquence quickly receded, becoming encrusted with streamlined armour, her tail becoming part of an assassin sharks. Swimming toward Kayna, safe within her bubble, the Counterpart struck up a blend of rainbow and assassin features, it placed a soft, pale hand embolden in sharp coral structured armour and sang “Speak your truth” from under a menacing helmet that covering her eyes and top part of her head, yet exposing the lower half uncompromising the perfect nose and healthy, succulent lips. Kayna fit her hand onto the water nymphs and spoke her truth “Isolde Beatrix is still missing, her whereabouts unknown, an investigation will be undertaken soon. If you can bring anything to the shores of the forefront of my mind then please, bottle me a message and let it go into the appropriate current” pleaded Kayna, the water nymph curling round the bubble, her sharks tail sliding passed the Star Callers eyes. “If there were a message to bottle sweet Kayna, I’d deliver it myself” she said still circling the pocket of spherical air, running a clawed finger over its surface teasing to burst it, for time was escaping them. “So, you can’t tell me anything?” asked Kayna in disbelief, again having to twist around to catch the faceless water nymph “No profound message, no mystical words of wisdom like last time? I know you know something, even if it is not what I want to hear I’d prefer you’d say it” said Kayna, receiving a cold, faceless stare from the nymph outside “I ask for your memory on the matter; What do you recall?” questioned Kayna. The Counterpart pushed away from the bubble, and floated treading water in front of Kayna. “What was the last thing Isolde said to you, you were last of the six in her company, what did she say to us? Heed those words now, Kayna, trust them and Isolde’s path will cross with yours again” said the nymph, remaining still, turning more into a human as Kayna arose. “And the Spector?” asked the Star Caller, the bubble almost at the surface, the light getting stronger. “What of the Spector!?” cried Kayna, getting down onto her knees, staring down at her Counterpart smiling up at her “Tell me what it is, how to gain the advantage!?” The water nymphs armour had all but slipped away, the crustacean helmet she wore pulled away, sinking into her spine revealing hair similar to Kayna’s only it was far longer almost down to her knees, she swam up to the bubble, putting a very human hand upon the surface as it had done earlier. Kayna connected with it, mimicking the action “Stick close your sister and do not follow it” warned the nymph, as her finger grew an armoured claw, piercing the bubble before falling back into the murky depths, her rainbow fish tail molding into that of an assassin sharks. Kayna stood up as the cold sea water quickly flooded her round space. As the water level grew tall, her physicality disappeared along with its rising. Very quickly, she was nothing but a floating head struggling to find air before the sea enveloped her entirely, taking her away from Limbo, returning her to the blackness where she would regain consciousness, waking up to Equis.
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Tha Ancestral Odyssey: Rise of The Black Doves – Volumes 4-6.
Written by D.W.Gill.
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For a little something extra before I shoot off to grab a much-needed coffee, and when I say coffee I mean a pint of whiskey, a year or so ago I made bookmarks to promote Episode One: The Utopian Dream, this time around I am thinking about making postcards/art cards, similar to that of what you see in this articles image. All you have to do if you want one is drop me an E-mail using the contact information below, title your E-mail with your name followed by ‘Card,’ tell me your favourite animal or creature, leave a quote that is special to you and the address to where you want it sent. Don’t worry, everything is free of charge. I am pretty busy so don’t expect anything anytime soon, but I will be sure to work on them when in between my day job, blogging and creating new material. If the quote isn’t your own, if it was written by someone else, a poet, musician, writter or public speaker, then please leave the details so I can reference him or her. I do not wish to wake up with a law suit on my hands screaming plagiarism.
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Promotional Teaser Trailers – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKZrq3aPTJs&t=3s