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Not Your Time
A Tale of Ace Gallagher Short from Book #1
December 12, 2024

Gnashing his teeth, Ace clutched his father’s sword and swung at the raging beast before him. Anger and outrage spurred him on, but his lack of experience, coupled with his growing weakness, made his efforts unfruitful. Each swing missed as the dracleon flinched and remained just out of reach.

Finally having enough, Hylas uttered a crackly roar and swatted at Ace with a clawed paw. He made contact with the blade, and the Aureus was knocked from his hands and clattered onto the ground.

Ace was tugged in the sword's direction by the force of the blow, but before he could dive to recover his weapon, the mighty dracleon stepped on it. Between the beast’s weight, the age of the blade, and the uneven rocky ground, the sword snapped in two. His outstretched hands froze. 

The dracleon’s paw lifted, leaving blood behind on the broken blade. Eyes dilated, the beast roared again and ran at him.

Ace narrowly rolled aside, coming to rest in a coughing curl on the ground. He struggled back to his hands and knees, only to witness Hylas’ momentum carry him to a skidded stop at the edge of the cliff–and hear the clanging of metal as both halves of the Aureus sword were knocked down the mountain.

The dracleon’s wings folded. His silver eyes darted back to him.

Athena grunted as she climbed back onto the mountain’s to the summit, cradling bruised ribs with one arm. She glanced back down for only a moment to look again for Dorian, but when the dracleon roared ahead of her, she turned back to find Ace, defenseless, in the beast’s path.

“Ace!” she shouted. She ripped her rapier from its sheath and rushed at Hylas.

Distracted from his prey, he swiped at her with a backhanded paw.

She managed to duck backward, albeit painfully, and while he regained his footing, she landed a jab to the beast’s shoulder.

“Raaakk!” He bellowed. He swiftly bowed his head, thrusted his massive body forward, and squarely headbutted Athena.

The force knocked her backward, and the back of her head struck the rocky mountain. She did not get up.

“‘Thena… no!” Ace blurted, every breath a painful wheeze as he leaned heavily on his hands.

Hylas backed away in defense, as if expecting her to rise and fight again. When she did not, his posture lowered as his lips curled to bare pointed teeth.

Ace struggled to rise as his breathing grew more and more labored. He searched the mountaintop, but there was no one left to come to Athena’s aid. Then, his focus narrowed in on the hilt of a different golden sword.

Saliva dripped from the dracleon’s mouth as bared teeth parted. Silver eyes looked upon its unmoving prey. He did not notice Ace running behind him.

Ace staggered to a stop before the unsheathed Sword of Ignarathos. This was the only weapon left–and it was the only way to return Hylas to his former state.

“‘A drop of blood the blade must shed; the blood must touch the stone of red.’” He glanced up at Hylas, gritting his teeth. “This is all because of me,” he choked on the words. “If this is my final act, so be it.”

His bare hand grasped the sword’s golden hilt. He stood and brandished the sword, holding it firmly in both hands.

Immense pain ripped through his chest; the very act of breathing felt like knives within his lungs. The rosy discoloration of the curse began to spread down his arms and up his neck; the act of holding the cursed object speeding its course. He doubled over, and the tip of the sword struck the ground.

The clang caught the dracleon’s attention. He turned around quickly, his silver eyes practically bulging from his lion-like head as they honed in on the golden sword.

Ace shouted and swung the sword with both hands.

“Aarrkk!” Hylas twisted to the side and retched as the sword sliced across his maned chest. 

Ace let the sword drop–this time, on purpose–and he held the sword upside-down by the golden wings of its hilt.

Hylas roared as his leathery wings stretched to their full breadth.

Ace dove below Hylas’ teeth and pushed the red gem into the bloody gash on Hylas’ chest.

The beast uttered a scream into the air, rearing back on its hind legs before tripping and falling to his back. Writhing in pain, the cries became unearthly heaves of sound as the once great beast began to morph back into a twisting, frenzied humanoid. Wings flapped erratically on the ground, bones melted away, and fur dropped from the ever-shrinking form.

Ace had fallen to his back. He gagged, unable to inhale or exhale as his body lurched with each attempt.

The Sword of Ignarathos had come to rest between them both with blood smeared across the red gem and golden hilt.

A man emerged from the knotted figure that once resembled a great draconic lion, though much of his lower half remained covered in fur. He, too, fell still after one last howling cry.

Ace lay on the rocky ground in silence. He could not breathe. His body had ceased its movement. His vision began to fade and darken. All warmth had faded from his body.

A shadow blocked the light.

This was the end.

Instead, a voice spoke.

“It is not your time.”

The man spoke the words gently as Ace slipped from consciousness–just as a spark of warmth broke from his unmoving chest.

 

CHAPTER ?

The sun was bright as he blinked the world back into focus. He found a young woman with freckled skin and brown hair tied back in a high ponytail, glancing away to give him only the profile of her face against the blue sky.

“...Athena,” he spoke breathily.

She nearly gasped as a smile broke out across her “Ace–oh, thank goodness! Are you all right?”

He grimaced and sucked in a deep breath. His expression fell blank as he exhaled. “I can breathe,” the words escaped his lips. “I can breathe!”

“The curse is broken,” Dorian came into view, crouching down beside Athena. 

“Dorian,” He huffed out a relieved sigh through a parted smile.

“Hey,” the usually stoic Kalgaran found a smile of his own.

From his angle, Ace could easily see the patch-sized bandage Dorian hid under his spilled hair –which hid the fact that was missing his left eye. He also saw a variety of scrapes, cuts, and bruises–undoubtedly from Dorian’s fall from the summit. His presence, however, proved he was able to climb his way back despite his injuries.

His eyebrows twitched, scanning similar wearing on Athena’s cheeks and arms. Memories of her being knocked out made his own head ache.  “Are you both okay?” He asked.

“I’ll heal,” Dorian said passively.

“I’m better now,” Athena admitted as she squeezed Ace’s hand–alerting him she had been holding it the entire time. He recoiled his hand as she blushed and returned her hand to her lap as Dorian glanced at her slyly.

Ace rolled away and onto his side. “Where’s Mioko and Raeya?” He asked, his eyes skimming the mountain’s edge before he pushed himself up to his knees.

“I haven’t seen them since Mioko fell,” Athena replied. “I hope they’re both all right.”

“Between Mioko being able to heal and Raeya able to change into animals,” Dorian followed their gaze, “I bet they made out better that we did.”

“Listen,” Ace held out his hand suddenly before inhaling and exhaling a few times. “I don’t think I’ve breathed this well in my entire life!”

“The curse is broken,” the Kalgaran repeated. “At last, you’re free of its grip.”

Ace rubbed a hand against his chest. The scarred birthmark was gone. The discolored pink splotches were gone. His heart beat steadily beneath his palm–all pain removed. “Thank you,” he glanced up at Dorian and Athena, “for everything.”

Athena bowed her head sheepishly while Dorian shrugged. “What else were we going to do?”

“I thought you had to keep an eye on me since I still owe you a bunch of potions,” Ace smirked.

“Considering I broke everything else I owned falling off the mountain,” he cocked an eyebrow, “I’ll call us even now.”

Ace grinned at him, only for his eyes to drift to the motionless figure beside him. “...Hylas,” he whispered. He pushed himself to his feet and started over, only to wince when he studied the half-shifted Amorfian’s form. Pale, bony skin and the remnants of black fur seemed to be heaped in a pile speckled with blood.

“He died before he could finish changing,” Dorian stepped beside him. 

Ace found it hard to breathe for an entirely different reason. “Did I… kill him?” He asked cautiously, as if hoping there would be no answer.

He shook his head. “None of his wounds would have killed him; they were too shallow, and there’s no evidence he bled out.”

“Then…”

As if on cue, the scattering of rocks nearby alerted the three of the final two members of their traveling party’s return.

Mioko slid from the back of the black-furred mule moments before it shifted back into a fur-covered Raeya.

“Hylas!” She moaned before rushing towards him. She faltered before gently coming to her knees beside him. She placed a hand on his face, her expression wavering between sorrow and disappointment.

Mioko gently laid his cloak around her shoulders. “Is he…”

“I think the curse stopped his heart.” Dorian answered.

“It was my fault he got the curse,” Ace hissed coldly, eyes still glued to his form.

“It was his decision to take the sword,” Dorian turned his good eye toward Ace, “and his alone.”

Raeya narrowed her silver eyes. “And he reaped his reward,” she muttered. Despite her apparent indifference, a tear glistened on her eyelashes.

Athena noticed, however, and she crouched beside her. “I’m sorry, Raeya,” she placed a hand on her back.

The Amorfian shut her eyes, wrapping the cloak around her body. “We must bury him here.”

Mioko gestured to the ground. “But, this entire mountain is rock.”

She stood abruptly. “We must find a place as close as we can; Amorfians must be buried where their spirit left this world, even if it’s at the foot of this mountain.”

“Then, we will honor that,” Dorian said, garnering a surprised glance from her.

“We should bring the sword back to Lord Ignarathos, too.” Ace said. He rolled his shoulders and pulled the sides of his white shirt together to button it back up. “Unless we can find a way to destroy this thing while we’re here.”

Mioko shook his head. “Because of its great power, the only thing, I read, that could destroy it was a fire not made with human hands.”

“So… a fire caused by lightning? Or something?”

“Perhaps,” Mioko shrugged and glanced up at the sky. “Doesn’t look like rain anytime soon, though.”

“Prince Ignarathos said to return it; so for now, we can return it.” Ace found his black overshirt and gloves on the other side of the summit. He slipped on the gloves, then returned to the Sword of Ignarathos to wrap the hilt in the black fabric. “Can you hand me the sheath?”

Athena was already gathering it, and she carried it over to Ace for him to gently lift and slide the sword within it.

Once sheathed, Ace paused before slipping on his overshirt. “Did you need this?” He held out the shirt to Raeya.

She shook her head and returned to her pack mule form. Mioko’s cloak fell from her back. “I will carry Hylas.”

Between the four of them, they took Mioko’s cloak and wrapped it around the fallen Amorfian’s body. They, then, lifted him up to place upon her back.

Athena hissed when this action reminded her her ribs were still bruised. As soon as the body was placed, she bowed and cradled her middle with her arm.

“Here,” Mioko stopped her, reaching a hand toward her side.

“No,” Athena stepped away. “Now that I know how your magic works, I don’t want you taking something I can handle.”

“It’s all right,” he offered with a smile. “I heal fast.”

She frowned, allowing him to gently rest his hand on her side. The yellow gem around his neck glowed brighter as the pain of her bruises faded.

Mioko winced for only a moment, stifling a quick breath, before he was able to relax.

Athena, too, smiled lightly. “Thank you,” she said.

He looked at Dorian. “Do you–”

“No, thanks,” he didn’t even glance up from the rope he was tying.

Mioko simply nodded and turned back to the others. He noted Ace, healed and curse-free, standing full of new life beside the body of Hylas, hanging lifelessly from the black-furred mule. “It’s unfortunate,” he said after a moment, “the sword still took a life, even though we healed the one dying from it.”

Athena and Ace glanced at each other.

Raeya’s long ears flicked back on her head.

“Life is full of giving and taking,” the Kalgaran looked out across the landscape before breathing out a short sigh. “I am ready to be back on the ground, now.”

Mioko smiled as Ace shook his head with a smirk.

“Then, let’s go.”

 

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What, something from book 1?? Funnily enough, it's right at the big climax before the ending! I'm getting closer to the beginning I suppose 😅 I debated splitting it into 2 parts at the "chapter?" break but meh.

Lots of sub-plots wrapped up leading up to this moment: like discovering how Mioko's 'healing power' really works (not in great detail yet, just that he takes on whatever he takes away) and realizing Dorian is half-blind (and not just sporting an emo haircut for no reason). There was also a lot of tension between Dorian/Kalgaran and Raeya and Hylas/Amorfian since their races aren't fans of each other, but at least Raeya and Dorian begin to smooth things enough for them to be kind, though it still catches Raeya off guard.

A few 'changes' from the older drafts are Dorian wearing a small bandage over his left 'eye'. I figured considering the cirumstances of his injury, he would have lost his eye completely, and he's not going to leave that uncovered beneath his hair. Also, as Ace's curse progresses into the final stages, his skin gets splotchy so there's more of a visual of his oncoming doom (that sounds terrible).

Lastly, I grappled with what to do about the Amorfians as they shift when they're wearing clothes... do they shift with them? Do they lose them? I feel like shifting with them is lazy... lol... so I was trying out Raeya just keeping fur "on" until she can be clothed again. Especially in non-Amorfian society, they realize the importance of modesty around other humans.

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The Sizemores were fairly hands off which Penny took full advantage of once Spring Break started. She went out every morning after a quiet breakfast, and only returned for a quick lunch and dinner. She spent most of the time wandering the woods that surrounded their neighborhood, sometimes alone and sometimes with Gage, Levi, and Colton. Destiny and Whitney were enamored with a stall at the farmers market full of knitted creatures, and had taken to hanging around there to learn how to crochet. Brooke stopped by to join them from time to time, but mainly bounced between the Wilcox house and tagging along after Aaliyah.

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She hung out long after their voices disappeared. The gnome refused to show, so she headed in to eat the peanut butter sandwich that was growing stale on the counter. She was halfway through when Aaliyah’s voice sounded from the front hall. She tried to eat the peanut butter quicker.

Aaliyah sneered at Penny’s overstuffed mouth. “Gross.” She waved nonchalantly at the table. “See, Brooke, even pretty Penny looks ugly eating. Just keep that image in your mind.”

Brooke–wearing too much black eyeshadow–forced a giggle and followed Aaliyah to the fridge. Aaliyah showed her something on her phone as it chimed, both of the giggling madly–Brooke beet red and nervous. Aaliyah grabbed a bottle of water, and stalked from the kitchen.

“Come on, Brooke,” she ordered. “You can help me send a full-bodied reply.” She paused to give Penny a piteous head shake. “Poor you. Your baby brain has no idea what I’m talking about.”

Brooke laughed before Aaliyah at that comment, and scurried after the older girl without giving Penny another look.

She set the rest of her sandwich aside, poked at it a bit, and tossed it in the trash. She sent Colton–the most likely to check his phone–a message saying she would be at the library if they were looking for her.

The library was not very large. It was in an old, gray stone building that at one time must have served as a church going off the spires. The first floor was open and dedicated to children’s picture books, audiobooks, and cushy reading and sensory corners. The second floor was lined with old shelves filled with more mature books: nonfiction, biographies, politics.

Penny sat on a hard, wooden chair tucked in a corner of the second floor. She flipped through a thick book on the War of the Roses. A collection of mythology and two thin volumes of local folklore sat on the little table beside her.

From her private lessons with Aisling and Mother Mary Clare, she knew the War of the Roses to be the beginning of the split between the Realm and the rest of the world. England ended up an extremely influential country, and then empire, but without the line of true English kings. The Protector of the Realm became colloquial, if at all mentioned, while the true meaning slipped into secrecy.

Mother Mary Clare had said in one of their last meetings that the role of Protector of the Realm–the role of King–was still alive and well, but they ran out of time for Penny to ask more about that.

She lifted her head as the floor creaked. Colton was inching towards her, eyeing the shelves of books as if afraid they would fly off the shelves at him.

“Why d’you hang out in here,” Colton complained. “It’s all musty and stuffy.”

“And air conditioned, and full of reading material,” Penny said. She flipped a few pages before shutting the book and setting it on the others. “What’s the plan now? Back to the woods?”

Colton smirked. “My mom decided to go visit my mamaw at the home.” His smirk grew. “I know we’d done all the logistics for Saturday, but… ATVs?”

Gage and Levi were already waiting at Colton’s house. Colton’s older brother Garrett was standing between two mud-dried ATVs with an impish grin. He looked like a slightly older, thinner, and wirier Colton.

“We’ve got maybe two hours,” Garrett said. “Should be more than enough for a fast ride through the woods.” He winked. “Emphasis on fast.”

“There aren't helmets,” Levi asked warily.

“Okay, so, scaredy cat and Gage will be with me,” Garrett said. He swung his leg over the ATV like it was a horse. “Levi, you hold onto me. Gage, you get behind Levi. We’ll sandwich him. Does that make you feel safe?”

Levi glared but made no objections. He slowly climbed on, stared at Garrett’s back with his hands hovering in the air before deciding on the shoulders, and inched up as Gage jumped on after him.

Penny scrambled on after Colton. She also opted to grab his shoulders.

“Don’t be afraid of holding on real tight,” Colton said cheekily. “I won’t tell anyone if you get scared.”

“You wish,” Penny teased.

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“...Yes,” Levi said. “When I'm not being eaten alive. Or afraid I'm going to break my neck.”

The butterfly took flight. Penny groaned and went after it, taking long and high steps to get through the weeds. She heard Levi taking similar steps–but with more grumbling–behind her. She shushed him as the butterfly lighted on a flower, holding her breath to inch closer.

Her heart gave a happy skip as she snapped the picture just before the butterfly floated off. She studied the little screen, her smile fading. There was a clump of dead, stringy moss in the bottom corner that threw the picture off.

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“The picture,” she said. She looked around the flower, grabbing for the moss but quickly recoiling. “That… is not moss….”

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Penny pulled the clump from the brambles and held it to Levi. He hesitantly touched it with a single finger, ripped his hand back as if burned.

“It feels like wet dog fur,” Levi said, cringing. “Gross.”

She ignored him frantically wiping his hands on his shirt. She spied more clumps, a clear trail, and started following. The hair was few and far, but Penny was locked onto them too much to notice.

The trail ended.

She sighed in disappointment and turned back. Her green eyes caught an imprint in the mud, just below the leaves and undergrowth. Her heartbeat started quickening as she ripped the undergrowth aside. She gave a small gasp, scrambling to free her phone from her pocket.

It was a footprint, a clear footprint that was over two feet at least in length. She walked backwards with her phone out until the entire thing fit on the tiny screen, and clicked.

“Do you see—? Levi?” She spun around, finding herself alone. “Levi?”

It wasn’t difficult to find the hair and retrace her steps, but she didn’t see or hear Levi. She didn’t want to wander too far from the fur trail, but it seemed that was what happened with her friend.

“Levi,” Penny called out. “Levi! Can you hear me?”

“P-Penny?”

She exhaled and headed for his voice, calling out every few steps and urging him to stay put so they wouldn’t get more lost. She was confident she would still be able to get them back to the fur trail, and back to the others.

A pungent smell, like burnt hair and wet garbage, drifted before her, causing her to stop and gag. Her heart plummeted.

“Levi,” Penny called out again, “don’t move! I’m—.”

A roar similar to a gorilla’s ripped through the area. Penny ran towards the sound, thorns and branches tearing at her exposed arms, legs, and face.

“Penny! Penny, what was that?”

“It’s a bigfoot,” Penny yelled out. “Don’t move, Levi! I’m coming!”

The bigfoot roared again, sounding much closer to her than to Levi. She stopped and started rustling the trees around her. Footsteps stomped towards her, heavy enough she could feel them in her chest the closer they got. She hurried away, a crash coming from where she’d just stood.

“Levi,” Penny called out. “I’ve got the bigfoot! Don’t come over here! Run!”

The bigfoot looked to be twenty feet tall although Penny knew from her lessons that they rarely crested eight feet. It was a shaggy, brownish-green with a gorilla-like face; a more pronounced underbite caused its bottom fangs to poke out of its lip.

It eyed her with its dark, beady eyes, then slowly started towards her, arms swinging faster and faster as it picked up speed.

She raised her phone, hit the flash, and clicked.

The bigfoot roar, stumbling semi-blinded towards her, undeterred by the flash. She leapt aside, rolled behind a tree, and took another picture.

Penny’s mind flipped between trying to not get pummeled and what Aisling had told her when they covered these creatures. It had been the first one, shortly after learning about magic and the Realm years back, due to the prevalence of them. Huge but elusive, and very adaptable, it was a shorter list to name where they hadn’t been spotted.

She snapped a picture as she ducked a swing. Her heart was going so hard and fast she was shocked it hadn’t burned out.

They were omnivores, but really relished a good chunk of meat which went to explain their stink. They could sweat like humans, or at least mostly, and the raw, unwashed meat did a number on their body odor. Aisling had said a common theory was that the smell was to drive off predators.

“What predators,” Penny breathed, pressing her back to a tree. She peaked out at the bigfoot wildly swinging at the bushes only a few yards away. “That thing could fight a bear if it felt like it.”

Bigfoot didn’t pick fights with bears, not that she could remember learning. Hikers and hunters would have found bodies if they fought–and lost–against any large predator. Other animals wouldn’t find the smell as offensive either, seeing how they each had their own habits that were less than savory to humans.

Penny leapt out from her hiding spot. She jumped up in the air, screaming and waving her phone’s flashlight around. She held firm as the bigfoot charge, yelling and roaring madly. She jumped at it as it slowed; it abruptly stopped. She grabbed a branch and ran at it, still screaming, and swinging the whippy stick wildly. She lashed the bigfoot across the knee as it stumbled back, swinging again and again until it turned and hurried off with big, lumbering strides.

She collapsed, breathing hard, her legs shaking. She stared at the clump of trees where the bigfoot disappeared, gulped, and started bawling.

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It was hard to know how long it took for Penny to collect herself and return to the guys. Garrett was visibly annoyed and quickly headed back to the house with Gage and a very distressed Levi. Colton didn’t allow her to talk, just ordered her to get on and took off.

Colton’s mom was scolding Garrett when they arrived; Gage and Levi had already fled the scene. Penny slipped off the back of the ATV and backed away. Colton backed off with her.

“Why’d you run off like that,” Colton asked. “Now we’re in trouble.”

“I was taking pictures—.”

“You scared Levi half to death with that bigfoot act,” Colton said coolly. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. “It’s not hard to scare him. Why’d you do it?

“I wasn’t–No, look!” Penny pulled out her phone and went into her images. Her heart sank. The pictures were blurry, unrecognizable unless she really searched for individual features like hands or legs. “No…. Colton, wait, look! Th-that’s a han—.”

“Colton!”

He gave her one more glare before walking off to get his shouting.

Penny felt an ache in her middle. Her eyes welled up, and she took off running. She was long out of Colton’s neighborhood before she stopped to catch her breath. A terrible, sinking feeling rooted her to the cement sidewalk. 

There was nowhere for her to go.

With no options, she wandered around until long after the street lights came on before returning to the Sizemore house. Mrs. Sizemore’s car was gone; she most likely was off working a nightshift at the distribution center in the next town. A cold dinner was left on the table.

She climbed into bed. The shadows played across the ceiling. She stared, feeling a heavy pit in her stomach. Her eyes slid closed to stop the pricking in the corners. She thought she heard Aaliyah sob from the next room as she gulped down her own misery.

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The library is based on the old one in Dryden, NY. I never set a town for where Penny is since I'm nit that familiar with WV. Dryden is an offputting town with a decade of dark, grisly murders, so I figured pulling some from there for the town, and half the ATV trails works. The ATV trails and woods are a combo of Dryden and Virgil in NY and Dyersburg in TN. The neighborhood is based on Dyersburg and Smyrna, TN.

I had to put in a bigfoot. Almost every state as bigfoot stories. the WV tales are like the TN ones (both Appalacia based), so if Nellie had run into a bigfoot when in TN, it would be the same variety/subspecies as this guy.

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August 22, 2026
Sketchbook Musings: Ace Gallagher - EVEN more.

 

Ace of Spades, 2010

A good ol' Ace Gallagher for your trouble. 

Guardian's Choice, August 2010

Ahh Eric and Che'la......... Story time!

I started going down a weird tangent for one of the books in the series. Ironically it was the book I never got to in the first round of writing because Doctor Who and Sapphyre derailed me, so I never wrote anything other than basic plot ideas and random out of context drawings - like this one!

The short version is Mioko, after the birth of Maewyn and almost losing his life saving Raeya after childbirth, is strangely drawn to the U'dien islands. He "runs away" and asks Eric, a fisherman, to bring him to the islands so he can try to find out his connection to them. Their boat capsizes in a storm and Mioko ends up washed up on another island where he meets an old man who has a similar past, but Eric ends up in the hidden village of these ...well, fish people. They had a species name but I can't remmeber them.

Eric's arrival fulfills some sort of prophecy by appearing, but he soon finds out that it means he has to procreate with one of the fish people to produce an heir who will do... something? But Eric, understandabily, freaks out. He doesn't know how to escape without being seen or potentially killed, so in a very "Road to El Dorado" plot, he basically gains the trust of Che'la, who also wants to leave the islands, and plays along until they can try to escape. But then, of course, playing along means the two of them inadvertently fall in love...

Meanwhile, Mioko learns from the old man that he was born from the union of a human and a fish person, and the old man knew because he was there (because he was born the same way, but never escaped until he helped an infant Mioko escape... or something otherwise interesting). Soon, Eric and Che'la escape and reunite with them--only for Che'la to fund out out she's pregnant (somehow very obvious for fish people?) and they realize that the cycle has started again.

I have liked Che'la's design, but it's another one of those they probably need clothes kind of thing lol - and the fact she's not fully human but hooking up with a human, and then that would make Mioko also not fully human, and that seems weird. Sorry, Eric and Che'la.

As you know I have since figured out a less weird way to connect Mioko to the islands with the Fae of U'dien calling to him and him escaping with the gem that keeps him alive.

Guardian's Descendant, December 2010

One more of Eric so he gets a little more screen time. They had clothes for him apparently! Also I guess he was an archer. He may still show up as a side charater somewhere; not sure.

Father and Son, January 2011

And a Tier and Ace (and Ignarathos) for fun too!

Cornered, January 2011

I had figured out that the streboris was going to be part of the story in the revised book 2 (where Ace and Dorian get trapped in Phoenix's crater and come across his pet bird dragon), so this was more figuring out what it was going to look like. I had a dream with it and tried to visualize it as best as I could. I've since played with the idea of it being more secretary bird-like, but still having some luminescent qualities.

What's funny is I remember exactly where I was when I drew this - on the floor in my grandma's front room lol. We were visiting her for Christmas/new years.

Oh this one's fun and also not happening anymore! lol

Since I still wasn't sure where Ace of Spades/Tale of Ace Gallagher was going next, I played with an idea where somehow, they destroy the Sword of Ignarathos, but a shard breaks off in the process and lodges in Ace's back (or something). He has no idea (...somehow lol) and before he knows why, he starts transforming into a dracleon himself. So this is sad confused Ace as a dragon kitty.

Once I knew the sword was going to be one of the main parts of the story and got some insight on where I was going, this idea was scrapped. But I still have one sad confused Ace dragon kitty drawing.

These were going to be all the characters featured in "the next story" I never got to; it was going to include the Eric/Che'la/Mioko subplot and a Phoenix dying sub plot. That may be a fun story too....

Giselle (a past Ace girlfriend) finds Ace again after many years - only to discover he is about to get married to Athena. She gets jealous, somehow finds out The Phoenix can time-travel, so she attempts to control where his crystal goes and inadvertently brings herself, Phoenix (who is still wearing the crystal), and Vance (who was trying to stop her) back to the moment Ace meets Athena.

Vance manages to intercept her and tells her the horrors of messing with time, and Phoenix realizes Vance recognizes the gravity of time travel, and finally Giselle agrees and they go back home. Unfortunately, Phoenix is down to his last strength and passes his power and position on to......... Vance. There was no Gallagher connection to the Phoenix yet, though Ace suggests taking the role first before Vance recognizes he'd be the best to take it - but then that makes Ed mad and that part is the same as it is now.

Also James is there! lol... He was SO new when I drew this, and basically got immediately swept into the Gemini Archives that I don't know what he was going to be doing in this story.

Some sketches of Dawn's felavis, Gitanna. She's cute and fun but I haven't decided if she'll make it in the final draft... 

We're almost through all the Ace drawings!

 

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August 21, 2026
Sketchbook Musings: Ace Gallagher - The Middle Years

I have no idea what to call these anymore lol

In 2006, Wildcard happened! Finally a use for the random instrument choices lol. While I did  write them into forming a band in the first draft of book 1, I removed it because it just seemed weird. Mioko still has his flute, and Ace still plays guitar, but forming a whole band is no longer happening canonically.

What ended up "spinning off" Wildcard into a modern band setting was a web forum where we all shared stories and wrote crossovers with each other. One guy had a band called The Outcasts (which was made up of mostly Disney animals) and Wildcard went touring with them. 

See? Adorable lol. From an artistic/character design lens, I was still not quite there with different body types. Everybody's just super skinny at a different height, heh. It was still only 2006 tho.

And in 2007 they had matching shirts?? Absolutely adorable lol. Side note I forgot I designed their logo and it's actually still really dang awesome. You can't really see the whole thing but it's a spade on one side and a guitar on the other and "strings" between. Snazzy.

Modern Crusaiders, December 2008

Getting back to the main story, this was both a way to make a cool group shot and also try out new outfits. Always really liked this one; I have a digital version too somewhere.

Angel of the Odd, September 2006

Out of order, but I forgot this one also started off as pencil. I think this was the first drawing of Ed ever; his appearance was loosely based on Steve Balsamo from Eric Woolfson's POE musical, and his outfit similar to what I wore in the old The Raven video me and my brother did in the olden days of YouTube lol. I kept the two-winged motif as tattoos on his back.

It's the knights! The jousting tournament story is one of my favorites, and it really ends up being a pivotal moment for a lot of characters now, so that's cool. Ace tries really hard... and looks so out of place lol.

There's no date on this one but I assume it's around the same time. You get 'em, Sir Gallagher!

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