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Still Reeling, Part Three.
GEPOSTET AM 22.11.2010 19:36
Hevno starts off saying that not only does Aviel being able to perform magic whilst possessing Ailla (who has been able to perform magic from birth, just like her father and grandmother before her, and her own daughter after her) not make one lick of sense, it\u2019s flat-out impossible, AND READERS SEEING AVIEL PREFORM MAGIC UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES WOULD SINGLEHANDEDLY BE THE DOWNFALL OF \u201COUTCAST\u201D. He said that my firm belief that Aviel was able to do anything that Ailla could do whilst she possessed her was obviously just me trying to pull his leg, I couldn\u2019t ACTUALLY believe that. And this went on for hours and hours, until I started typing in All Caps, cussing at him, and becoming so angry that I saw red. (Not really, but you get the idea.) He was about to post \u201COutcast\u201D on Fanfiction.Net as it is now (which is, to say, miles from its potential once completed), just to get back at me, and I told him that I didn\u2019t want that \u2013 the story deserved better than that. Despite the fact that I hated him with my entire being at that moment, and I wished I could just let him post it and walk away, I couldn\u2019t. The story was too important and too valuable for me to let people see it that way, for that to be the only way people would ever see it. We chilled out and came to an agreement that from now on, we would only talk to each other when writing \u201COutcast\u201D. He blocked me until he was ready to keep writing, whenever that would be, and I watched hours of \u201CAvatar: The Last Airbender\u201D episodes to help calm myself down, because even though it was late, there was no way I could sleep with how ticked off I still was. But today (Monday, November 22nd, about 9:28 a.m.), Hevno emailed me to say that it\u2019s not worth it \u2013 I can do whatever I want with the fic. It\u2019s over. I\u2019m free. He smiled and seems to be perfectly okay with that. And I am so relieved and happy to never have to talk to him again. Relieved that there may be a sequel if I ever get an idea for one, because I don\u2019t have to work on it with him. Relieved that I have every right to find a new co-writer, one that I actually get along with. Relieved that if I ever find a way to translate the story into something original, I can sell it without having to ask anybody\u2019s permission. And yet I\u2019m sorry that things had to turn out this way. There were times when Hevno and I were just talking about how he\u2019d come home drunk from a party and something had happened to his car, or how he\u2019d tripped and fell on the way out the door and how that was a sign he should stay home, and I thought that he wasn\u2019t such a bad guy after all. . .and we had talked about how one day, when the story was finally complete, we would hold a Q&A if it was popular enough. We would still be a team. Albeit a team with a very rocky relationship, but a team nonetheless. There are going to be times when I\u2019m going to miss him. And times when I reach a fight scene, and I\u2019m banging my head against a wall because I have no idea what should happen. *sigh* Well, it\u2019s all over now. I can stop stressing. And when the time comes, I can move on and make progress on the story. One day, I can print it out and carry it around with me, and read it whenever I\u2019m bored. Sure, it might take until I\u2019m 25 (no joke), but I can do it. And no matter how much I may dislike him (which is, to say, A LOT), I will never consider even for a moment not giving him the credit he so richly deserves. It would be like someone saying that they invented Harry Potter, and J.K. Rowling didn\'t do jack diddly squat.
Still Reeling, Part Two.
GEPOSTET AM 22.11.2010 19:35
Then there were times like Saturday night (November 20th). We were working on a character profile sheet, and we had nearly finished with Aviel\u2019s profile. I made the mistake of asking Hevno exactly what all Aviel the Gerudo Prodigy could not do. She was made one of the elite by age fifteen \u2013 half the age of most Gerudo who achieved that rank if they ever managed to \u2013 because she already had amazing combat skills, amazing thievery and stealth skills, excellent horseback riding and archery skills, and she was a stone-cold merciless ***** (a.k.a. what every Gerudo mother hopes her daughter will become). She was handpicked by Ganondorf to be his wife because she was the very best that the Gerudo had to offer. And she did this after practically raising herself from age eight, when she lost her mother. Was there anything at all that Aviel could not do? We came up with the fact that Aviel could not play all of Hyrule\u2019s instruments. . .but no Gerudo is expected to be able to do that. Even Naima, arguably the friendliest Gerudo you ever did meet, cares little about the goings-on in the world beyond the desert, much less its culture. No Gerudo is expected to be able to play anything beyond the flute. We came up with the fact that after Aviel has been dead for three years, Priel has risen past her in combat skill level, and Aviel \u2013 once her spirit has possessed her daughter Ailla\u2019s body \u2013 can no longer best her in a duel. However, she could best her in a duel before she died, so that\u2019s not much of a fault. Hevno came up with the fact that Aviel couldn\u2019t do magic, and I admitted that when she was not possessing Ailla, she was as useless as Karin in the magic department. (And Karin is NOTORIOUSLY useless in the magic department.) I figured he would agree that she could do magic whilst possessing Ailla, and that would be that, and we\u2019d move on to trying to figure out something else. How incredibly foolish and naive of me.
