The FANTASY Magazine | Autumn USA 2022

AI AND THE BLOSSOMING CREATIVE REALM

Autumn 2022

Christmas Photos 2022

TEAR FREE SANTA PHOTOS ARE BACK!

The Golden ButterflyWRITTEN BY LARA PASCHKE

Artist of the Month

MISS CLARA BORDEAUX FRANCE

Artificial Intellegence

DIRECTION

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The cover this month:

This months’ cover is one of the initial images from midjourney. Creating in an artificial intelligence space opens doors for creating concepts and projects whilst they are fresh in my mind. I hope you love the underworld castle.

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WA Note from the Editor

elcome to the Autumn USA edition of FANTASY magazine. I have been busy scouring the world to find new artists and creatives for you to be introduced to, maybe for the first time, and get to know!

I am honored to have Miss Clara all the way from Bordeaux, France as our featured artist. My gorgeous husband gifted me a custom drawing from her masterful hands for my birth day after I fell in love with her artwork in our local favourite French patisserie. The world is SUCH an amazing place to explore and even more so through art!

This magazine will continue to be a source of creating, empowering and inspiring the next generation of creatives and giving them a platform to share their work from.

Submissions are always welcome and I love receiving each and every one of them. Please email jclydecreative@gmail.com with your stories, poems, imagery and artworks and I will endeavour to get them into the magazine for you.

Take care and spread kindness wherever you may be.

With love, Jules

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Christmas Photos 2022

TEAR FREE SANTA PHOTOS ARE BACK!

Christmas photos are special. This is my favourite time of year. The greatest part of my Santa photos is that they work WITH your child, not against them. There is no Santa who may scare them, no flash photography, and if they don’t want to look at the camera, no worries!!! Working virtually with the images this year will be such fun and I hope you join me on this adventure, even from afar.

NOT wanting to take your own images for Santa pics this year? Short on time? No problem! This year you can send four of your favourites to jclydecreative@gmail. com and I can EASILY pop them into the gorgeous Santa frame on the bottom of the opposite page for your 2022 image!

I have created a special group on Facebook where I will walk you through all the images and how to take them. You will not be alone in the process! It’ll make it extra special to know that you took your very own pictures! Spots have been filling up quickly already, so make sure you don’t miss out. To book, email Jules at Jclydecreative@gmail.com

The Golden Butterfly BY LARA PASCHKE

The gnarly trees looked as though their roots had been implanted in the damp soil for hundreds of years- maybe even thousands. The forest seemed to have a coat of muffled silence hanging over it. There wasn’t any birdlife fly ing from tree to tree, and the few leaves that remained clinging to the twist ed branches were silent. The only sound was my footsteps echoing through the forest.

I would have been lying if I said I wasn’t lost. It must have been close to an hour that I had been wandering aimlessly through the eerie trees. I suddenly wished that we had never moved to the empty cottage that was built in a mass of trees. But our old one was too small, and after Ezra, my now 11 month old baby brother, had come along, Mum decided that we needed more space in our house.

I wished that Mum and Dad had listened to me- there was plenty of space in our old house! If we hadn’t moved, I wouldn’t have walked into the forest surrounding the cottage and gotten lost.

I yelled in surprise when a branch snagged my shirt. While I tried to free it, I caught a glimpse of a shadow that was rapidly making it’s way towards me. Even though it was tiny, I was frozen with fear. What was it?! My panicked thoughts trailed off when I saw that the shadow belonged to a butterfly- but not an ordinary one.

This butterfly had shimmering wings that looked like they were made of real gold. I stared in wonder as it flitted around me. When it landed on a log that lay in a pile of crumpled leaves, I started to slowly move towards it, freeing my shirt in the process.

By this point, I was only inches away from the stunning insect. This close, I could see that there were tiny stars floating around it. This creature didn’t belong here. It’s shining wings were the only source of color in this dull forest.

Suddenly, the butterfly leapt in the air, sending me stumbling back. It hovered for a moment before flying through the trees.

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I chased after it, my fear suddenly washed away by the whipping winds that blew my blonde hair back. Every so often, the butterfly would land and wait for me to catch up. The butterfly’s golden aura let my eyes find it easily before it took off again.

I didn’t know where we were going, and I didn’t care. The excitement that filled my body was my only focus, other than chasing the golden butterfly.

It must have only been about two minutes when a few rays of light hit the forest floor. I gasped in wonder and amazement when I saw thousands of glowing, golden butterflies swooping through the air. For a few moments I just stood there, only to then realize a rickety cottage in the distance that was nearly covered with thriving vines and gentle leaves. Home.

Mum spotted me first, her anguished expression disappeared as she scooped me up in a hug. “Everleigh!” She cried, when Dad joined the tight hug. I felt someone flop against my legs and see Ezra on the grass at our feet. I laugh. “Oh, Everleigh,what happened?”

I smile into the warm hug, glad to be back. I looked up for a few seconds at the golden butterflies that were now only tiny stars next to the setting sun.

“You have no idea.” I whisper. “No idea.”

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Artist of the month

MISS CLARA, FRANCE

It’s an honor to introduce to you this incredible artist, Miss Clara. I first was introduced into her creative world during a visit to our favourite patisserie here in DC. Long story short, I have been a BIG fan ever since. Miss Clara, when did your love of creating begin? From a young age I tinkered with paper, cardboard, old pieces of fabric, branches. With time and experience, I only improved my technique a little. I studied art, then I worked as a graphic designer and artistic director for 10 years in a photo studio before escaping from this restrictive world to make a living from my creations. I was 35 when I quit and it was a big moment in my life!

In a way, I’m still who I was when I was 7. A dreamy little girl who loves stories. When my friends dreamed of being the princess who marries the prince at the end of the tale, I dreamed of being the fairy godmother who transforms toads, pumpkins, rags and makes them beautiful and precious things.

My artistic studies (faculty of Bordeaux) gave me a foundation, and my years spent in a photo studio as artistic director and graphic designer brought me a lot, but what makes the personality of my work today, I I acquired it by observing old objects and paintings, and especially by working by discovering for myself the possibilities of the various papers.

The immense freedom that my creative work offers me makes me realise that I am greatly privileged, even though I make a modest living. It is such an honour to be able to create art as a full-time job.

Can you explain a little about your creative process?

Creating is a bit like breathing for me, an absolutely vital need, to such a point that I don’t

really like to leave my atelier to go on holidays. So now when I do go away for a few days’ vacation, I always take something to play with.

It might be an unfinished artwork, or cutting petals to make paper flowers, or crafting roof tiles from cardboard which will go on to embellish the roofs of my paper houses. It is usually something repetitive and I love to listen to audiobooks while cutting paper and creating.

When I create my paper dresses, I start by creating a small corset structure, then I paint large sheets of either tissue paper or kraft paper depending on the effect I’m looking to achieve. I then cut out the dress patterns one by one, using glue to mount the elements together. Once I have the structure created, it is the small details and embellishments that breathe life into a dress. Ruffles, petticoats, flowers, fringes, jewels…

I make these decorative elements as I go along.

Even if I start creating based on a sketch, my idea very often evolves as my work progresses. In the end I rework all the elements to lend a very special signature patina. I very much love creating something that looks like it has survived centuries and has just been unlocked from inside a dust-covered steamer trunk in the attic.

What inspires you?

I find my inspiration in the stories that I read, or that I am told, on flea markets, by looking at old objects which also tell me stories. but also in my childhood memories and my dreams.

For example the fairy from Cinderella or the good godmother from Peau d’Anne or Sleeping Beauty. These mysterious and good fairies who change the destiny of those they protect. That seems very ambitious, even to me today!

I have always loved nature and flowers. I like to inspire myself, but without seeking an absolute realism. Moreover, I often find fading flowers even more moving than the perfect beauty of a freshly picked flower. I spend a lot of time as an observer, but when I work I do not try to create perfectly realistic flowers. I don’t have a set of strict patterns or shapes, I work intuitively, using my imagination as my guide.

Sometimes an idea or a desire comes to me and I do a little sketch on one of my countless notebooks. I get started very quickly in creation, but it often happens that I change my mind along the way because, a color or a shape takes me elsewhere. I follow my intuition and the inspiration of the moment. To sum up: I go with a plan, and at the slightest opportunity, I don’t! It’s very French, my friend who is German would say.

I love to use crepe paper for my flowers, but also like to make them with kraft paper and paper from old books. Sometimes I color the petals with gouache paint. It’s funny I only like painting with gouache—I love the texture and smell of it and I really like the dull, non-shiny effect that it gives. I’ve even mixed my paper petals with frayed fabric to create more texture and ‘life.’

I tend to keep everything, knowing that one day it will be useful to me, or that I will find a person to whom I would like to give it. I accumulate for my work, and for my pleasure, old things, papers, fabrics, boxes...but my work, my life, it’s the same thing, and the house is full!

I know what my workspace looks like! I’d love to know about yours! My workshop is my cocoon, a concentrate of colors that inspire me, revitalize me. I often see it as a gypsy’s caravan, where everything is concentrated.

Despite the fact that many of my creations are usually very small in scale, the most challenging aspect of my creative life is juggling living and creating in the same apartment space. Although what I create is rather small, my biggest challenge is to bring my life and my creations together in this apartment. This difficulty is just related to space!

It is really a question of managing space. I have a tendency to keep everything and never throw anything away, as I know that one day it will be useful. In some cases I will meet someone and I will want to gift them with something they will cherish. I can’t really imagine separating my creative studio from my living space, even if I am frustrated to not have enough physical space.

I can’t imagine having a workshop outside my home. Everything must be linked, there is no break between my life as a lover, as a mother and my work as an artist, everything is coherent and in harmony.

Creating isn’t always easy, are there parts you find hard or frustrating?

I suppose the only thing I dislike in the creative process is finding compatibility between materials…and cleaning up my mess after a day of making…both these tasks are indispensable, but definitely not my favourite moments of my work.

I can always strive to do everything else with absolute pleasure, even the small menial and

repetitive tasks, such as cutting hundreds of petals or painting my paper beads. Once I have my favourite audiobook or the radio station ‘France Culture’ playing in the back ground, time disappears and I get lost in my work.

How do work best?

Some of my work like cutting flowers, cardboard tiles for houses, can be repetitive, I do it while listening to audio books. The immense freedom that my work offers me, makes me think that I am privileged, even if what I earn only modestly my living. There are many artists today who work with paper, but they have a more systematic or monomaniac worker!

I like going from fairy houses, to flowers, from flowers to ex votos, then making little dolls, then mice... It seems to me that these are the elements of the same story, they harmonize, respond to each other. I like to give my creations a patina, giving them the appearance of old objects that surround me. My creations are often linked to childhood and the marvellous.

I find that it is necessary for me to make something every day. It’s a vital need, so much so that I don’t like going on vacation for more than a week, and I always take something to do with me. Even on the beach, I have to find something to do, so I make big sand sculptures.

The advantage of being an artist is that you choose to do what you want, what you like, even if no one buys it! Lately I’ve been loving making cardboard fairy houses, knowing that it would be a hard sell. It didn’t stop me. I always enjoy doing what I do. The moments that I hate, but which are essential are compatibility and cleaning! I manage to do everything else with pleasure, even small tasks such as cutting petals or painting pearls are made pleasant by listening to France Culture or novels.

The art of Artificial Intelligence

The development of artificial intelligence in the art world has been met with a mix of emtions. There are some who deem it not art and others who swear by it. All I know is that it has it’s place in the creative process.

In the very early days when MidJourney first appeared, my friend and previous Fantasy Magazine Artist, Kris Kashtanova, introduced me to the new platform. For the record, they are now one of the leading creators and educators around AI and I am LOVING seeing their journey. Kris is now the first person to copyright an AI piece of work, their comic Zarya of the Dawn.

During those early days I was trying to learn how to use words to generate and create what was on my mind. I spent HOURS in the rabbit hole typing, waiting, creating and then reapeat. I had the opportunity to work on storyboards for a film- an opportunity I’m grateful for. Having the background I do, I was able to mix together all of my skills to bring the directors ideas to life.

I hope to do more movie and storyboard work soon as I fell in love with that during my time with School of Motion over the summer. The next steps with School of Motion is learn ing the animation side to compliment the design work.

Since then, I have been working on comissions, Fantasy Portraits and bits and pieces for my store The Fantasy Collective store on Etsy. It’s a little dream of mine that has come to light after a long time of trying to piece together print on demand online to take myself out of the ordering process so that my time can remain where I want it to be- creating.

Storyboards created by Julie for a Chilean movie using a mix of AI and composite photography

One of the story boards from scene ten. I loved bringing in the fantasy background and themes to the film. Generating faces at this point in MidJourney were very hit and miss so working previously with photoshop helped immensly to balance the facial images.

This past Summer I received a scholarship to The School Of Motion into their Design Kickstart course. It was a course designed around motion graphics which is like the adverts you see on the TV and it’s also used a lot in movies. It was a LOT of fun!

I can’t recommend this school enough. If you have the tiniest interest in graphic design or animation, this school is amazing. They are way ahead on the education curve for so many reasons. Their courses are affordable, and studying online is not something I normally enjoy, but this course was supported, intelligent and provided first hand industry experience with leading creatives as our educators and tutors.

Whilst school holidays were possibly not the smartest time for me personally to be attempting study for the first time in some years, it was great to be back into learning again. I’m looking forward to studying more in time and learning far more about this area of creativity and design work. For more information go to http://www.schoolofmotion.com

Intro to Design Principles (Design Kickstart)

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Above: Scholarship application image. We were given the same image and video to follow but we were given some room to create our style with. LOVED making this but I wasn’t ready yet to step up to the animation application. I’m SO glad I started my course here.

Above: The Black & White Museum advertising storyboards. The aim of these storyboards is to create move ment through each frame. This one was one of the first weeks assignments and below is one of the later weeks’ storyboards for Artificial Dynamics. As the course progressed these boards seemed to feel like they had much more flow to them.

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Twins Treasured Tales

PART TWO

Written by Taylor Emonson-Clyde & Charlotte Anderson Art by Julie Clyde

—Prologue—

The Hummingbird kingdom was silent but buzzing with excitement about Charlotte being crowned Princess after turning thirteen and getting the hummingbird wings. She was born into the hummingbird tribe but there was a slight chance of being an angel be cause of past relatives. Her best friend was by her side calming her. There were nerves and happiness and oth er mixed emotions through that day. Little did they know that something was going to crash the party and wind up meaning two friends will be separated by distance.

Chapter 1

As Quinn wandered through the woods he kept hearing a voice. “Quinn...” It said, “Quinn...” “Quinn...” He looked around, startled by the voice. “Quinn...Turn back... Quinn” He wished Alana were here now to reassure him. “Quinn...Get away... turn back... Can’t...”

The voice had died away. Quinn continued on, taking every step carefully. Two hours, maybe three, passed. It was probably nothing, he reassured himself. If only Alana didn’t give up. A noise came from behind him and a frail looking woman stumbled out of the bushes. ALANA?!?! Was it her?

“Qui..nn” she said before she fainted once more. Wingbeats filled the air almost immediately after she fainted and the stress kicked in. Quinn ran for it, forgetting all about the lady. It was not till Quinn had already fled the scene when he realised he didn’t grab her.

“Oh Damn!” He exclaimed. It was already too late. Alana was gone again… WHYYYYY?!? his head was screaming. He hit himself in the head in disbelief. How could he be so silly, the quest has to continue. “Quinn…..;” the voice was back. “Help…” Help? Who did he have to help? Could it be? “Alana?” He said in his head.

“I don’t have mu...” There was a long pause. “... Ch time... Quinn... Get away...” “Alana, I’m here for you.” Her voice had left his head again.

Chapter 2

It was hot and tiring. Quinn rested against a tree next to a stream of fast moving water. “Alana?” He whispered in his head. No response. He tried again. Still no answer. Later that day the sun was still blazing down on his sun burnt skin “ALANA!” he thought loudly.

“Quinn... I heard you the last three times!” It was Alana.

“Where are you!” he thought again. “i... don’t know.” She broke off. She didn’t come back.

Hours passed and time seemed to get slower.

Things got boring without Alana’s crazy jokes. Then a frequency noise came from the bushes. SCREAMING! What was it coming from? Where was it coming from? How could he hear it?

Questions rolling around his head.

“Quinn... I need you now...Ritual... Sacrifice...” Silent. “Quinn... help...” He couldn’t think back. What was to say? He went on and on. Ritual... Sacrifice.. She had said. Wait... SACRIFICE?! He was running like a hooligan through the woods, until he tripped and fell, scraping his head in the process. Blood ran down his head. All was silent except for the breathing of a villager who found him lying on the Riverbank.

Chapter 3

She said her name was Eliza,her husband was Ben and son was John. “Ooh are you a dragon??” John said rather curiously. Quinn nodded hesitantly. “What is your name, kind boy.” Eliza asked.

“Q..Q.. Quinn, my sister has b..been taken by Vendin. Need.. To.” Quinn fell asleep.

There Alana was, standing right infront of him.

“Hi Quinn...” She said smoothly.

“ALANA!!” He yelled as he ran towards her with open arms only to pass through her. “ I’m not real right now. My power had grown. I can reach you like this now.”

Her voice is softer than before.

“Alana, where are you?”

She shook her head, “I’m blindfolded and can’t see, but I’m on the move from somewhere.”

“How can I find you?” He asked her as he swiped his hand through her holographic body.

“We have a strong connection. Follow my voice when you are lost and remember to always r…” suddenly Alana was cut off, and electric like waves pushed him away from her. He woke up from his sleep and Elisa hugged him. “You were asleep for THREE DAYS!!! She yelled. Three? How, it was only two hours? Wasn’t it?

Chapter 4

“Here, drink this.” Elisa said to him as she handed him a cup of white goo.

“What is it?” Quinn asked suspiciously. “Oh… Mabel berry, Elderberry and a mix of Crows leaf.” She exclaimed.

Crows leaf?! He’d tried crows leaf before. DISGUSTING!!! “I think I’ll pass, thank you though.” Quinn said as he backed away.

Elisa shook her head. “You have to drink it. It will give you strength. Trust me.”

For some reason Quinn trusted her. The second he drank it, he regretted it. It tasted like raw fish that had been thrown up by a dog and then a bag of Jalapeno had fallen into it.

Quinn scrunched up his face. His nose started to tickle. “ACHOO” he sneezed. A small puff of fire blew out of his mouth. Elisa grinned.

“See?” She said with a proud smile.

Quinn had to admit she was right. It felt like a power boost. He thanked her and was about to leave when she stopped him.

“Here. Take some with you.” Elisa said as she handed him a small glass jar.

“Thank you. I shall find a way to repay you someday.” He told her.

“Nonsense. Just come visit me once you find your sister.” She said with a smile.

On that note, Quinn flew away and went off to find Alana. Elisa waved and her smile disappeared. She picked up the phone. “Yeah, I got him. I gave him the powder too. And yes the tracker. They will both be in our hands soon enough. Thank you Vendin.” Elisa said with a smirk and she disappeared back into her house.

Chapter 5

“Keep flying, don’t turn back!!” His gut told him or was that Alana? He missed her so much. “Alana, are you there?” Nothing.

“No I’m not here,’’ her voice said in his head. Her sarcasm made him laugh.

“ So you really are here..I mean oh no she’s not here.” He said, trying to imitate her. Then he flew into a tree. There and then he saw Alana standing there looking smug.

“Don’t say it..” Quinn hurried up to his feet, and Alana was stifling giggle after giggle.

“Ok, do you know where you are yet? Please Alana?” He begged. She held up a finger signaling wait, and disappeared. A few seconds later she came back.

“Still don’t know. It’s dark here. Please hurry, I’m scared.” She broke off, and left.

The jolts came back and he was back to reality, sadly. When he woke he felt weak and scared. Where was she? He sparked an idea. The cottage where he and Vendin met. Of course… Where was it again? His ears perked. He heard something like footsteps on wooden floors.

“Hey Alana, I know where you are.” Silence.

Always count on Alana to answer telepathic messages.

“Ya do,eh?” That wasn’t Alana but a male voice.

“Wait up... Ben?? Is that you??? Can’t say I am surprised.”

Where was Alana? He stopped the telepathic messages trying to process what he had heard. Ben, is a telepath? How and when?

“Ok so you are a telepath?” He sent back.

“ Well, nice guess.”

What? He wasn’t? Quinn groaned, sending birds flying away from the forest floor. He realized Ben was part of the Fire tribe

“Alright Alana enough with the games, how do you know Ben?” The message echoed around his head.

“Soooo… you know where I am?” She sent back in her pleasant voice from the other end. “Yes, so enough with the games and keep quiet for about two hours.” Silence “FINE” Alana sent back.

Chapter 6

Quinn came to the cottage where he first met Vendin. Keeping a close eye on his surroundings. A stick snapped and his wings flared warning of any unwanted company. A red and orange thing emerged from the undergrowth and it was only a fox.

“Ummm… Quinn you’re too close for comfort i know you are outside somewhere or where ever” Alana said in a sceptical tone. He didn’t answer.

“Hello?!!” he yelled in a loud voice and birds flew away.

“So you want to join us?” That voice… He whipped his head around to see a tall man standing in the doorway. Alana in his hand trying to bite his arm. He put her down and she was off in a flash running towards Quinn. Running into him practically.

“Oof, Calm down Alana that hurt.” She was in tears. What had he done to her? Alana’s Spirit was… Gone.

“Alright, what did you do to her?”

Vendin Smirked his awful greedy smile. “A little scarring from the FAKE ritual.” So it was fake. It took Quinn a moment to realise Alana’s wings. She had four wings instead of two and her halo looked like liquid. Her wings were strapped together though. She couldn’t fly.

“Hold still “ he whispered in Alana’s ear. He carefully applied some fire to the bondings and they snapped like twigs. She kept her wings folded though. He started transmitting into her head saying “When I say run, we fly for our lives ok?” He and Alana counted Slowly in unison, telepathically of course. “1… 2… 3!”

They were off! Gliding through the trees Alana’s black wings shifted to iridescent colours like purple, blue and green. As for his wings; they were red, orange, yellow and gold. Keeping an eye out for Vendin. Alana was shaking next to him. So they decided to land for the night.

Quinn set a fire and when the moon was at its highest point Alana was still shaking. Quinn looked at her with an eerie concerned look in his eyes.

“W-What are you l-looking aaat.” He looked away. The firelight reflecting off her wings reminded him of the angel wings he made her when they were five. She played with them and played with them then one night they were having a fire with close family friends and the elastic snapped. The wings fell into the fire. She wouldn’t talk to anyone except Quinn all night. She fell asleep crying.

Morning came and they kept flying. Alana looked very tired. “Alright.” He yelled over the sound of air going by. She glared back at Quinn. “What is the meaning of this?” She stuttered and didn’t answer. He grew more suspicious and made Alana land.

”What did he tell you, what did he show you?? ALANA I NEED THIS INFORMATION!” He yelled the last part. She didn’t answer.

A single silver teardrop was hanging from her necklace.

“Where did you get that necklace?” Still quiet. He gave up. By the time it was dusk Alana got bored and made this orb that is now floating around. It was the same colour as her wings that were wrapped around her. Too much was going on. Quinn put it behind him and slept.

Alana was invading his dreams and she was standing there looking guilty. She tried to talk but nothing came out of her mouth.

“What is it? WHY CANT YOU TELL ME WHATS GOING ON?!” Quinn said, his mind spinning out of control. Something wasn’t right about her. What had she done? What had Vendin done? It was as if Alana was under some spell.

It now occurred to him that even her holographic messages were strange. Something wasn’t right, yet he couldn’t figure out what it was.

Suddenly, Quinn awoke with a start. He looked up to see Alana tossing and turning in her sleep as if someone was grabbing her from behind.

“No, no.” She muttered. “I won’t do it. Let me go.” She whispered.

It was as if her mind was imprisoned. As if a demon had suddenly possessed her, she rose in the air still shaking and stirring. Quinn just sat there, bewildered, as his sister’s eyes opened wide and turned from their pale blue to a yellowish red. Her fingertips darkened and finally she stood. “Alana?” Quinn asked nervously. She cocked her head. She marched towards him, each footstep quiet as a mouse, and stared at him with her red beady eyes. “What’s wrong with you?!” Quinn yelled in terror. Alana was just about to pounce on him when she suddenly fell to the ground. Quinn poked her arm with his hand and her eyelids fluttered open. They returned to their pale blue and Alana tried to talk to him but nothing came out. Quinn put his arm around her shoulder and helped to bring her back to bed. She obviously wasn’t ok, but there was nothing he could do with no information from her. Alana tried to write something in the dirt. It spelled out “N-e-c-l-a-ce p-o-i-s-o-n c-o-n-t-r-o-l. V-e” she be gan to spell out before she fell back into her slumber.

Quinn looked at her necklace. Inside the teardrop was what looked like a very small hexagon but with spider web like string intertwined. Quinn recognized it almost instantly. He had learned about it in spell class when he was just a boy. It was a way to possess and control the weak and obviously Alana was weak after being alone for so long.

Vendin was using her power and using her! Quinn tried to pull the necklace off, but it was as if it had been glued to her neck. He knew only one way to reverse the spell, and in order to do that he would need to confront Vendin.

Chapter 8

This was crazy. He and Alana had just escaped. WHY WERE THEY GOING BACK!

For a while it was hard to fly because his wings refused to fly. Alana was still half asleep, but flying just fine. He had a backup plan just in case Alana went bezerk again. Alana was literally Sleep flying beside him. This was all going fine until Alana fell asleep midair and the wind caught under her wings pulling her backwards out of the sky.

—Epilogue—

Vendin sat there waiting for his new shipment to arrive. He sat there wondering what in the world was taking his minion so long. Then at long last the cargo arrived. He knew because there was a big sound of struggle and fighting, then silence followed.

Heavy footsteps of his minion made Vendin calm down about his precious shipment. He bound her hands and legs so she couldn’t move or run anywhere. He didn’t forget to bind the wings. She slowly opened her eyes after fifteen minutes of waiting and weakly said, “V-Ven-Vendin?”

He arose from his perch on a high stool and Answered Smiling, “Good to see you Moira My dear, Dear sister.”

To be continued...

Would you love to learn MidJounrey but you’re not sure where to start? Kris Kashtanova who we featured last magazine has lovingly created a series of tutorials for everyone to be able to follow.

This tutorial is for someone who never used Midjourney. From signing up to Discord to using Midjourney in a trial mode and generating first images, writing first prompts this video will take you step by step through the process. It’s a fantastic slow paced tutorial for those who need extra support.

To find this tutorial and many more head over to: https://www.kris.art/

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Creative Kids Corner

These gorgeous dragons were created by Miss Abi Paschke using polymer clay. You may recognise the last name from her sister who writes for the magazine each issue. It looks like the creative takents run deep in this family!

Abi says:

“I have always loved dragons, ever since I can remember. I have created drawings, stories and played dragon role play games. Earlier this year I starting making dragons from polymer clay. Polymer clay is easy to manipulate and quick to bake in the oven. After the clay has been baked, I add details using paint pens. I have experimented with Glow in the Dark paint as well as Glow in the Dark polymer clay. I particularly like using pearlescent clay because it gives a neater look and has a lovely shimmer. Through trial and error I have developed my skills when creating them. I give each of my creations a name and personality traits. In the future I would love to try to make a Glow in the Dark skeletal dragon.

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