Alas! My baby died.
My precious, ancient, beautiful laptop finally died. That's my official excuse for why I haven't updated in a while ;)
So I promised to talk about editing. And, well, I don't really know anything about editing. That's actually why I promised to talk about it––this'll force me to actually think about it.
To start off with, I began re-reading my story. It was better than I had feared, but worse than I had hoped. I was somewhat surprised by what I found. Allow me to introduce the actual story to you.
In a world of perpetual cloud-coverage and endless cold, the Sun endows few, certain individuals with it's glorious power. Fire springs to their fingertips upon their call, they can feel the presence of those around them, they can influence the feelings those presences, and, it is whispered, they can change the course of fate itself. Blessed, they are called, for their goodness and light, and the Sunblessed rule the world in wisdom and power.
Vivas is a cold, dark, evil city, bordered by incredibly high, stark walls to detain the criminals within. One walks alone in Vivas, for you can trust no one. The darkness is most dreaded; nothing but evil wanders the streets during the moonlit hours. Nothing good ever comes out of Vivas. Nothing good ever could come out of Vivas…supposedly. Why, then, is Tigress––a brutal, Vivatrian girl of the streets––Sunblessed?
Intrigued by this phenomenon, Aramis, a master Sunblessed, has taken the girl in and begun training her in the finer arts of the Sunblessed. Soon the capable pair is sent to find the dangerous, Vivatrian escapee, Scorpion, and bring him to justice. Scorpion leaves a dangerous trail, however, and leads the unknowing Aramis and the wary Tigress back into Vivas herself into a circle of desperate, wretched, human darkness.
Only the Moon shines down upon the clouded city.
