Well, well, well, I've decided to stop by the journaling station here on dA and leave a little something or two.

I've been incredibly busy with college whatnots, especially now that I'll probably take up another major. I'm currently only an English major (if you didn't know) and I will probably pick up Music History/Literature. I was considering Voice Performance, but my voice instructor suggested the former. I've been entertaining the idea and I love the plan; I'll be able to enjoy/study music like I long to do, my writing skills will be included, I can teach at a college level (after grad. school), and I can still sing. I've just been praying for God's will and I know, at least, that he wants me in music.

So! As you can see, busyness is abundant, as being scholarly is always time consuming, and I don't have a lot of time to write fanfiction. HOWEVER, the revamped Unmasked Love will come SLOWLY, but (hopefully) surely. AND...*gets excited* I have a preview. *rubs hands together* Would anyone like to read? Even if you don't, here's a portion anyway.

PLEASE give me your feedback!

From "Unmasked Love" [revamped]

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“I’m back from lunch, sir.” Johnere Cand paused briefly before the model of the god Vengant, placed right to the sturdy desk. Johnere’s master sat stringently facing the opposite, sideways direction, one ankle resting on the other knee and fingers connected, as still as Vengant itself.

“Where is he? He’s been gone for months.” His left hand floated to the black lacquered desk and began racing its slicing fingers, creating unnerving clicks.

“Who, sir, exactly?” Johnere replied, fingering the chipped reflective shoulder of the figurine.
His master squinted, shaking his head in miniscule irritation. “Both of them.”

“Well…” Johnere tapped his clipboard. It illuminated and he browsed its contents. “Darkmatter should be back soon, as you know, since he reported in this morning. And…” He sighed furtively. “Whoever you sent to outer region of the Milky Way hasn’t shown a sign of life.”

“He reported nearly a week ago to me privately,” was the firm, but soft reply. Johnere nodded, blankly eyeing a bottom corner of the desk. The authoritarian speaker abruptly wheeled around to face him. The assistant was only mildly startled by those wide inhuman eyes boring into him.

“I have a notion,” the holder of those uncompromising eyes expressed.

“Of what, sir?”

“Of change.” He clenched the armrests.

“Umm…,” Johnere faltered, “yes, sure, of course your majesty. Change is good. I’d think it would be. Wha-what are you planning?”

“Don’t ask me that,” he inserted domineeringly. “You know I never expose the details of my plans until it’s too late.”

“Too late for them, or too late for you - ”

“Never mind that.” He pressed upward, reaching full, intimidating height. “It’s going to be a much different arena this time. A completely different strategy. I have two developed plots in mind; both to my advantage. And if the larger scale plan ends up not working -” He passed Johnere, circling back to the left, and began to pace. “ - as I’m sure it will…if certain…certain…” His pacing paused, his eyes fluttering about the room.

“Certain what, sir?”

“Nothing,” came the rushed retort. The master wasn’t facing him, but Johnere noticed his master’s suddenly rigid shoulders and the rapid finger tapping against the flowing garb of his thigh. “The other,” he resumed, “smaller scale measure will be completely mine. There should be no opposition. Ha, ha!”

“You’re being painfully vague, sir.”

He jerked to face him. “Of course I am! I told you I wasn’t going into detail!” He twirled a finger in Johnere’s direction. Johnere mentally grumbled.

“I suppose the two trips you sent these agents on have something to do with both plans?” he ventured.

“Ahhh, dear Johnere…we have been through joys and horrors together, and I tell you now, that after this…after this,” his voice sobered, “everything will stabilize.”

Johnere blinked.

“Ohhh, you don’t believe me, but I’m tired Johnere. And I’m assuring that this toiling conflict will disperse…”

“I don’t know how, master.”

“It will. Every star, through time, builds up pressure, and when that rising tension finally releases into an explosive supernova, the opposition subsides. The long fight is subdued, and everything reorganizes, everything changes, creating a new life. Because one star loses its power, another takes it up.”

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Again, any constructive criticism will be greatly accepted! Thanks! And, oh, please give me an individual update on all of you.