So far we've met Owen and his brothers. I must say, as of right now I am still waiting for Owen to wake up and take his place among the living characters. I feel like I am writing a piece of cardboard. I like Damien much better. Owen's name means 'young fighter,' but he has shown little spirit as of yet. We need to connect. I think we'll be spending some disciplinary time together.
Damien (meaning - tame) is definitely my favorite of the three princes. Wallace (meaning - stranger) is my least favorite. I feel a bit of apathy toward Owen so far. He needs to straighten up. I don't know how to wake him up!
Instead, I will talk about Saffi, the heroine-ish person in the story. Everyone calls her White Cat, which is not exactly a term of endearment. Of course, Owen, who hates cats, can't stand to call her that, so he makes her tell him her real name. Her real name is Sofia, but he calls her Saffi for short. Innocent little Saffi (meaning - wise) does not quite *get* Owen.
In fact, the old women have told Saffi that the human face is a disgustingly ugly thing that she must never try to see or she will have terrible nightmares. You might think that this is silly, but Saffi has been fed this lie ever since she was a baby, so she really believes it. When Owen first arrives at the castle, he is wearing a helmet with a visor. When he tries to take it off, she screams and makes him keep it on. Thus Saffi begins by thinking that Owen is actually a villain, because who else would try to give a poor girl nightmares? Poor Owen has to walk around with his heavy helmet and hot visor on all the time, though. That's not fun.
|Sabine, Owen's horse|
He really needs to get his act together. His horse has a better personality than he does. That's not neat. Horses should not be more fun to write than main characters. That goes against my brain on so many levels.
Aside from that, I am really enjoying this story. I am now drawing close to 14,000 words. Time to get back to writing now!
Thanks for reading, and God bless,