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Welcome to Phyktazia |
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Welcome to Phyktazia. Through this portal is the world of my demon muse, the Vexatious VexAnne, V.V. for short, and the rest of her magical race. VexAnne is a bit on the precocious side, very opinionated, and I can always be guaranteed an adventure if I follow her. She has a habit of making an appearance at the worst possible times, or when I'm expecting her, she gets sidetracked on some adventure of her own. Down this road are many side paths, some dark and eerie, some rainbow streams of beauty, some overgrown and hazardous. There are some that lead to the future, others to the past, an alternate present, other planets, and more to worlds yet to be discovered. Fantasy, contemporary, science fiction, historical...nothing is impossible in Phyktazia. When I sit at my laptop or desktop and write the first word to a chapter, it's like a summoning chant to VexAnne. Out of nowhere she appears to sit on my shoulder and settle at just the right spot to whisper in my ear. More often she sprinkles some of her special faerie dust and we step through the portal of reality into the world of illusion that is Phyktazia, because a story can't be told properly until you sit in the middle of it and experience its drama first hand. When I return, it's like awaking from a dream or a trance to re-acquaint myself with the real world, and VexAnne goes on her merry way until she decides to visit me again and cause more trouble.
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VexAnne, my muse, is a Tazian faerie. Tazian faeries enter our world and act as muses to those who are open to their special kiss of magic. You don't believe in magic? Then you've obviously never become acquainted with a Tazian faerie. The current ruling family in Phyktazia are Tazians. VexAnne often shares the latest gossip with me when she comes to visit. And apparently right now, there's a little bit of dissension going on in Phyktazia. The Phykles, another race which inhabits Phyktazia, are apparently in an uproar. Phykles are an elven race of beings. You think VexAne likes to cause trouble...well, don't run into a Phykle--at least that's what VexAnne says. She hasn't told me the whole story yet. Because there's a great division between the Tazians and the Phykles caused a long time ago, they're often at odds. I'm thinking it's probably rooted in the story Rexie told me about King Derwyn. You want to know the story? Well... And I'm sharing this in confidence. Apparently Prince Kendrew has become besotted with Princess Jirina, the only daughter of Queen Ella. The story goes, that the prince is really part Tazian, but the Phykles refuse to acknowledge that part of his heritage. Apparently King Derwyn fell in love with a beautiful Tazian faerie long ago and she bore him a child. Unfortunately, according to Rexie, she died shortly after the child was born. VexAnne seems rather murky on the exact details of her death, but anyway, heartbroken, King Derwyn returned to his kingdom with the child, naming him his heir. King Derwyn never married another. And he and Queen Ella have been at odds ever since. If you would like to be a part of the adventure, please join my yahoogroups group. Vexatious VexAnne, the Demon Muse
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