Wednesday, 22 April 2026

#172 He Knows + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 4

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

It's new chapter day here, and as such, Chapter 4 is ready to drop! This one introduces Robyn’s dear, younger, sister, and yeah, she's every bit a wild card as her reputation makes her out to be! You'll find out more below in the usual place.

In other news, I'm now onto Chapter 11, so I'm still keeping steady with being 6 chapters ahead (or in terms of release schedules, 12 weeks ahead!) We're more than half way through now, so maybe looking at 18 chapters once all is said and done? Of course my original plan for Avalon Tales as a whole was 3 x 30k word Novellas (give or take) to make one single 'novel'. I'm currently at 27k words...Don't think I'm going to spread 3000 words over another 7 chapters somehow! Luckily this problem is one for the future and might be solved through aggressive editing of the early parts of this novella.

As for Brennan and Riz...Maybe next week? 

Speaking of them though...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz
Last week I spoke of an idea that morphed into both a vss post and a comic, but this one is actually based off a vss I did a number of years ago (I'm afraid to go and look). Guess there is a slight spoiler there if you know what you’re looking for. 

The idea translated really well into this new medium, so I may have to do it again!

Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 4

Last time on Avalon Tales, Isabelle was sent by Ramona to meet up with 'Merlin' but why? Well, you'll see but before we dive in to Chapter 4, it's new art time, and today, it can only be one person:

Rei Gouzen


Yes, Robyn’s younger sister who holds a special place within Avalon, as you'll all see shortly. While I'm not sold on the colouring here, this is one of my best pictures I feel, i love the cocky-ness she's giving off which is very in character for her. The t-shirt design is a fictional 90s punk band called painted tears. Putting that nane on there proved harder than I thought, so it stayed off.

May not be any pictures for Chapter 5, but we'll see if I stick to that!

Anyway, on with the show!

Avalon Tales Chapter Index





Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Merlin

     Isabelle continued to walk down the corridors of the North East Branch, heading towards her destination of Rei’s laboratories. Rei Gouzen, was a peculiar individual amongst all of the staff at Avalon. She’d actually been recruited at the tender age of fourteen, something unheard of in the current records. The age gap between the sisters meant that they had both entered the organisation at the same time essentially, and when Rei turned eighteen, when she would have been allowed to join normally, she’d already been pulling things apart for four years. Her inquisitive mind had lent itself well to all matters scientific, In the years after her recruitment, their anti-demon technology made impressive progress. Naturally, there was only one rank that was fitting for such a child prodigy, Merlin.
     Isabelle didn’t know the connection between the two sisters till after she’d formed the relationship with Robyn, with the latter being very coy when it came to discussions about family, which Isabelle was fine with, as she didn’t have much to say about the subject other than her grandmother. By this time, Isabelle had already met Rei, much to her chagrin, when Ramona had asked her to take some reports to ‘Merlin’. Rei’s first action when she received the reports, was to shred them instantly, while acting sarcastic all the time. Needless to say, the pair didn’t get off on the right foot. This wasn’t helped when Robyn finally told her about their sibling status. Isabelle knew that Rei spoke in the language of sarcasm and barbs rather than pleasantries, so she had to learn to fight fire with fire. It was never an easy experience but she endured it as she did consider her family as well.

     The space where she had set up shop this time had been an unused training area that had been hastily turned into a workshop for her exclusive use. In truth, every branch had done this, aside from the Headquarters, as that was where her main laboratory was. She filtered around from place to place on a whim.Though, no matter where she was, all her labs looked the same.
     Isabelle walked into the room, and immediately had to watch her step. There was junk piled everywhere, making it hard to see what were failed experiments and what were the items Rei had actively been working on. There were no clean spaces anywhere in sight, as documents piled up unread while others were forced into paper shredders till they were all jammed. Throughout her time living with Robyn, Isabelle had discovered that she liked a little bit of mess, but her sister took that to the extreme.
     “Can barely see the floor,” Isabelle muttered to herself.
     “I heard that!” Rei yelled from the next room over. “If the mess is bothering you that much then grab a broom and sweep away! I won’t stop you.” 
     “Didn’t anyone teach you to put something away before you got anything else out?” One of Isabelle’s favourite ways to deal with her was treating her like a child, which made sense as she was four years younger than her.
     “How original…” 
Isabelle knew that Rei would be rolling her eyes right now, something she could confirm for herself as she fought her way through the mess and into the room where Rei was stood waiting.
     Rei did not look like your average twenty year old, her short black hair was unkempt, while her lab coat looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks, in contrast to the t-shirt, a rock band that Isabelle had never heard of, that she had on underneath it, which looked immaculate. She had bags under her eyes owing to sleep routines that were haphazard to say the least. While having a slender frame, she was anything but weak, as Robyn could attest to in the times when their arguments escalated. Isabelle had to spend a fair few nights trying to play referee. She was standing drinking from a disposable cup, and even without being able to see inside, Isabelle knew it was black coffee.
     “You’re late, you know, I sent for you ages ago.”
     “Ramona literally just told me.”
     “What a lame excuse, ‘Ramona just told me’ I bet you were with my sister making kissy faces, while on the clock no less! What kind of work ethic is that!” Rei shrugged her shoulders like she was making some grand point.
     “Don’t you question my work ethic!!” Isabelle shouted out. “How many times have I come in here to talk to you and you’re slacking off, or playing music stupidly loud!” 
     “It’s called making my workspace bearable, I wouldn’t expect you to understand. You get to do cool things outside. Me? I can’t even get permission to record data in the field! I have to rely on you nitwits to know how to handle my precious inventions.”
     “If you’re referring to the time with that prototype sword, that wasn’t my fault. The demon fried the electronics, so I had little choice other than using it as a blunt force object.”
     “And then, what did you do with it after that?! Rei pressed, taking another long drink from her cup, narrowing her eyes at Isabelle as she did.
     “I don’t think that really counts does it?”
     “Oh, it really does, of course it fucking counts! I’ll tell you what you did, you used it as a bloody doorstop!” Rei crushed the cup in her hand. “I bust my butt trying to do cool things, and no one cares! They break what I give them, and then to top it off, they never give me any gratitude! It’s always, ‘Rei, do this for me’, ‘Rei, make this thing now’, ‘Rei, create a demon scanner that doesn’t suck but we’re not going to use anyway’, It’s exhausting being this awesome that everyone constantly wants things,” Rei crossed her arms, letting the broken cup fall to lay amongst the rest of the rubbish.
     “I do care! I always thank you for the items…That unfortunately break under exceptional circumstances…” Isabelle’s voice trailed off, admitting to herself that she was in a losing argument. She also had to choose her next words carefully, as she’d done this song and dance before, and topped it off by saying that if the quality had been better, then the items wouldn’t have broken in the first place. These had been fatal words. After the fallout, Isabelle had sworn not to take things to that extreme again.
     “This is why I don’t bother giving people the reports that I’m still forced to write! No one ever reads them! If they did, they'd know how to use the things in the first place.”
     “Okay, I swear that the next time you give me something, I’ll look after it, while also thanking you for all the hard work,” Isabelle proposed, wanting to steer the conversation back to its original intent.
     “Like you said the last time this happened? Before the doorstop incident?”
     “You’re not going to let that go are you?”
     “Nope,” Rei shook her head. “Should I outlive you, I’m going to put it on your gravestone, and your memorial if you have one, here lies Isabelle, used ridiculously expensive prototypes to prop doors open.”
Isabelle knew the phase of the conversation had veered from seriousness to being plain silly. This was how Rei operated though, and it was only possible to get these moments of levity from her if she liked you in the first place. Other members of Avalon had far worse times in dealing with her because they didn’t respect her or what she did, and of course, she treated them in kind.
     “I do love how you think ahead,” Isabelle said, holding back a smile.
     “Someone has to in this place, I swear if I could be bothered with all the logistical bollocks, I would push to run it, but I’ll leave that to everyone else, as long as I get left to do what I do best.”
     “Annoy me?” 
     “Wow, even for you that was a shitty comeback. Maybe there’s too much stress on you for you to actually think of a clever retort right now, I mean, this mission they’re asking you to do, how stupid is that!” Rei sometimes did allow some concern to show through, even if it was in a funny way.
     “You mean with the amount of personnel we’re taking in, to clear out an area no smaller than this base? I know, its…odd. Still, it’s our duty though isn’t it.”
     “Always the good little soldier, aren’t ya? You should be asking more questions! Like I do! Like earlier, when that Knight Inquisitor jackass came poking around here, I made sure to get in his face and demanded to know what he was doing in my place without even knocking!”
     “Cade?” Isabelle asked, surprised. “What did he want? I didn’t think your lab was part of the inspection process given your status of doing whatever you feel like.” Isabelle couldn’t deny that there was a bit of envy in that last part.
     “I am exempt from all inspections unless it’s your dad doing the inspecting, as you know, my rank only goes so far. That guy though wouldn’t leave me alone! He was all ‘we gotta sort this out now’ and ‘I’m just trying to get to the bottom of this!’. I was just like, ‘you want me to talk to ya? You’re going to have to respect my lab first’. Made him say sorry for barging in.”
     “You don’t even respect your lab though…” Isabelle mumbled under her breath.
     “Remember I’ve still got something to give you when you’re making comments like that,” Rei got closer and gave her a suspicious look.
     “Sorry…What was he trying to get to the bottom of?”
     “Well…” Before Rei could say anything else, the walkie talkie attached to her waist started going off. “Always in the middle of a conversation,” Rei rolled her eyes. “Hang on snow white.” She held a finger up to Isabelle to pause their conversation before answering the walkie talkie.
     “Hello? You do know this thing is only for me calling you right? Not the other way round. If you want me, come down and talk to me yourself!” Rei yelled at whoever was on the other end. “...What? You want her?...Fine, if you must know I was about to give her the thing and send her back to you!” 
     Isabelle had a theory on who Rei was talking to, though her attitude wasn’t an indicator, as far as she knew, she talked like that to everyone. Not even her dad was immune from her rants from the stories she’d bread coming out of headquarters.
     “That Ramona?” Isabelle asked, but her question was met with the finger again, this time being waved around more forcefully.
     “Yes, I get that it’s been a while, but your briefing isn’t my concern…Well, maybe you should have started it when she got back! …Right, just let me deal with it then! Bye!!” Rei went to slam the walkie talkie down but realised she couldn’t without breaking it, and huffed instead.
     “Apparently they want you back pronto as they’re going to get ready to go in a minute. They said I was keeping you far too long, when it’s only been about five minutes tops. The nerve of some people!”
     “Was it Ramona?” Isabelle asked.
     “Well, duh. Who else would be ringing down for you? My big sis knows better, as do most other people. Whatever though, I’ve got my own things to be getting on with, so…” Rei stepped back and started looking throughout the various piles. “Now, where did I put it…” In a matter of minutes, she'd turned the mess that was already there upside down and made it look like a natural disaster had blown through.
     For her part, Isabelle looked around where she was standing, and noticed an object that had been wrapped up in brown paper, looking almost like a gift, if the person giving it hadn’t cared at all about the oil stains and other dirt on it. It stuck out like a sore thumb to the other bric-a-brac that was around. She tapped it with her foot but found it was heavier than it looked.
     “Is this it?” she asked as she pointed at it. Rei immediately stopped her digging and turned to the discovery.
     “Yes! That’s it!” Rei said with glee, as she rushed forward and grabbed it before Isabelle had a chance to do anything. As she struggled to pull it out, Isabelle could see that whatever it was, it was long and thin. Rei looked it over, checking to see if the paper was damaged in any place before mustering all her strength to unceremoniously toss it back at Isabelle.
     “What?” Isabelle said in surprise as her reflexes kicked in, allowing her to catch it.
     “Don’t say I never do anything nice for you, as I’m not being nice, I need this testing.”
     Isabelle pulled at the paper which gave way to show a white handle that was roughly made with bandage wrapped around the metal core. Grabbing hold of that, she pulled the object free of its badly designed protection. The object was a sword that was patch work in its construction, the flat part of the blade looked no different than the other swords that Isabelle had used in the past, the handle and hilt were different shades of whites indicating different materials. Along the blade's edge was a curious strip of a blue metal that had faint writings etched along it. On the reverse of the sword's cutting edge, there was a thick cable that connected it to something that seemed hidden in the hilt.
     “You made me a new sword?”
     “This is a prototype Saviour Blade, a mk…” Rei started counting on her fingers as she thought back. “Seven, I think? In order to comply with the desires to mass produce a weapon of a similar quality, I also had to make it as cheap as possible so the only part that is actually Saviour Metal is that strip around the main part, which isn’t a lot on it’s own, but when you touch that button in the centre of the hilt,” Rei gestured to the point she meant, and Isabelle duly touched it as it seemed the sword burst into life, it’s edge glowing a neon blue now.
     “With that, you should cut through anything!”
     “Should?” Isabelle raised an eyebrow at the comment.
     “That’s why I want you to test it, you idiot! Though, I’m not too worried, they let me actually study the Morrigan Sword we’ve had locked up for years to get data for this one, so it should be my best one yet!”
     “The what what?” Isabelle asked, her words coming out within a second of hearing what Rei had said.
     “Wait…Is that classified above or below your security clearance? Hmmm…Maybe it’s best to forget I said anything, okay?” Rei quickly tried to cover her tracks but realised that her attempt wasn’t going to cut it. “Okay, I’ll give you the briefest of details, we obtained the Morrigan Sword fourteen years ago during an expedition, I forget where abouts we got it from now. We had True Saviour Blades before, but not like this, this was master-crafted to another level. We know it belonged to a Saviour the early humans called Morrigan…There that’s everything in a nut shell, now please don’t tell anyone I told you that, or they may stop me from poking at it.” 
     Isabelle knew about the Saviour, the mythical race of beings that supposedly guided humanity when they’d barely moved out of caves. There were many rumours that it was one of the last Saviours who founded Avalon alongside the real King Arthur over a thousand years ago. She also knew that Avalon had been in possession of several so-called True Saviour Blades, weapons that they themselves used in prehistory. Cade wielded one himself, and Isabelle believed that it was her father’s weapon of choice when he went into battle. This was the first time she was hearing of one however that had a name attached to it.
     “Who else knows about that then, other than you?” Isabelle was curious at what security level one would need to learn of its existence.
     “Pretty much the entire top brass, maybe a few Knight Masters? Definitely not people on your pay grade. Now, before you leave and continue not breathing a word about this to anyone else, I should point out that you can’t have that blade on all the time, I advise you to turn it off when you’re not using it, or else!” Rei wagged a finger at Isabelle.
     “Or else what?”
     “Or else you’ll kill the battery in the hilt and they’re a pain to change at the moment, I’m hoping to get it fixed in the next pass through the design.”
     “Is that it?”
     “There’s also a chance it could explode I guess if the energy decides to react with the Saviour Metal, so there’s also that.”
     “What!”
     “Well, that’s all the time we have, you better get going! I expect fully detailed notes on the sword and how well it works in real combat in my hands tomorrow, got it? Now go! Oh, and don’t forget to keep quiet about that Morrigan Sword thing okay? Can’t stress enough how you shouldn’t know about it!” Rei started pushing Isabelle out of the room at this point, and while Isabelle had more questions, she also knew it was pointless to ask them now, the moment had passed.
     “Fine, I’ll take the weapon and leave, need to see who I’ve been put with for the operation anyway…” As Isabelle was going to walk out, she spotted something keeping one of the doors open that led deeper in the lab, a broken sword not too dissimilar to the one she was carrying.
     “A broken sword as a doorstop?” she said mockingly, turning to Rei.
     “I’m allowed, you’re not. Now go!” Rei slammed the door in Isabelle’s face.
     “Just wait till I tell Robyn about that!” Isabelle shouted through the door. She turned her attention back to the sword in her hands, and took a moment to appreciate it, holding it like she was standing against an enemy. The weight was hard to get used to, as it wasn’t massively lighter than the ones she was used to, but at the same time, there was a difference, and it appeared to throw her timing off slightly, which could be life or death once on the battlefield. All the while though, the other information that Rei had inadvertently given was swirling in her head, The Morrigan Sword, Cade’s impromptu visit, the whole strangeness with the mission. Her snowflake scar started to throb slightly, as the thoughts tumbled through her head. She wasn’t going to let it stop though, she had a job to do.

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Next Chapter (not live yet)

That's all for this week!

We're almost out of the beginning phase with Avalon Tales, so I'd like to offer my gratitude to all those who have been reading this far. Thank you!

While no new chapter next week, the week after though, Isabelle gets to meet the two people who'll be in her command for the operation...then...It’s go time!

Till then...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 15 April 2026

#171 Not Fan Mail

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Of course its an in-between week this time, but rest assured I've been hard at work on Avalon Tales. I've managed to maintain my Chapter headstart by about 6 chapters so far. Chapter 10 (the one I'm currently engaged with) is in the middle of the story. I'd love to talk about it's contents but we're a bit too early to discuss that! 

In other writing news, there's been no further movement on Brennan and Riz because I've simply not had the time to even sit down and think about what I want from the story, let alone write it. I do need to get a move on though as time is getting on, and no doubt I'll need that time to rewrite my work repeatedly. School Holidays are over next week, so hopefully, I can get it sorted then...Fingers crossed!

Now, on that subject...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

Technically this idea got two Brennan and Riz related works this week. This comic and Mondays #vss365 Brennan and Riz post (quoted below for prosperity)

["We get all dese #letters, but none of dem are soddin fan mail! Where's da legion of fans waitin on ma every wurd! Where's da fan art dat swerves from cute ta 18 fukin rated!" Riz complained.

"Some of these bills are addressed to you."

"Fan-fukin-tastic."

#vss365 #riztherogue]

I think this might be the first time this has happened, at least this close together! Rest assured though, that Riz would definitely prefer fan mail to bills...I think we all would!

Came close to being a wordless strip as well but I had to get that punch line in. Might get to go wordless next week, assuming I can think of a good strip idea.

That's all for this week, and next time sees Chapter 4 drop, along with a picture of the character the chapter focuses on. I'm quite interested in seeing how everyone takes to her to be honestly. For me, she falls into the category of being really fun to write, but tricky to write consistently, which is something I'll talk about then.

Till next time,

Keep on writing,

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 8 April 2026

#170 The Easter Caper Part III + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 3

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Of course, today is short deviations day which means that Chapter 3 is here, along with some new art!

I'm using the delay from writing these chapters to when they upload to get things lined up, even if bigger edits are needed (though I don't think Avalon Tales needs as big an edit job as Phantom Dawn of course). I was pleased to see that Chapter 3 didn't need much fine tuning, though the next couple...that will be where things get interesting.

I've moved into Chapter 9 now, which is a small break in the way the story has been shown, as I highlighted last week. This chapter marks the first time we dive into Robyn’s head, to see a little bit of her thoughts before the reigns get given back to Isabelle. This may become more common when we get later into the story so I can show some different things.

Ot course, as I've been pushing on with Avalon Tales...It means that Brennan and Riz have been neglected...again. I swear I will get to them, it's just that my writings mojo has been fully engaged by Avalon Tales and I don't want to risk my drive at the moment. However, am aware that the deadline I'm aiming for is coming up so I really need to get working on it.

Speaking of them though...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



Well, here it is, the last part of the Easter Caper, and it isn't quite what I had planned mind, I think thaf has to do more with my lack of skill, so I've still got a lot of room to grow.

Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 3

A new mission is given to Isabelle and the rest of the Soldiers at the Avalon North East Branch, but is there more to this?

As promised last time, there's some more new artwork here.

First up is Cade Anderson, the Knight Inquisitor who is definitely all business 

Cade Anderson


Nexf we have a new character debuting in this chapter, Marie Baker...What, that'll name is familiar? 

I'm sure you're all wrong, nothing to see here.

Marie Baker

Get through the chapter and there might be an extra picture waiting for you...

Avalon Tales Chapter Index

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Chapter 3: Another Mission


     The next day after the phone call, Isabelle threw herself in her work. Due to high reports of demon activity, the North East Branch was preparing to do another purge. Purges differed from normal operations by having no specific target, instead they made the attempt to cleanse the entire area of all demons. These missions always caused a buzz amongst the soldiers of Avalon, but this time, there was extra noise as the branch had yet another arrival from Headquarters other than the Knight Inquisitor Cade. This was the current Master of Arms Rainer Kyne, alongside his assistant, Lucy Fallon. Normally, his role at headquarters was to oversee all the weapons production for Avalon, an important role as often, it was the equipment that decided if a mission was successful or not. Isabelle had met Rainer on several occasions, most notable when she was serving under Knight Master Gawain when she was still a Squire rank. Lucy on the other hand, was someone she was certain she’d never met before, and the only information that Ramona had to share was that she was a Kindred. Kindreds was the name assigned to special individuals that through either artifact means or otherwise, had the powers of demons at their disposal. It was a wide and encompassing label which afforded certain privileges. Their existence used to be a subject that greatly divided Avalon in the decades before, till their talents became too much of an advantage to ignore.


    So it was that Isabelle found herself standing outside the briefing room, waiting for when the doors would open. Ramona had already told her earlier in the day that she would be commanding a squad of her own, something she had done before, but only in smaller missions, a purge was a wholly different matter. She had gone through the file in her hands several times already, she already knew who was getting assigned to her. Issac Kenner, and Jessica Dodson. The two she had met briefly before but never directly worked with them. She checked their reports one more time, wanting to make sure everything was going to go smoothly.


    Robyn had been watching her the whole time she was doing this.

    “You know this isn’t the way to handle your relationship with your dad right?” she said as she snuck up behind her for a hug. 

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m merely making sure that tonight’s operation is a complete success,” Isabelle replied, putting her soon to be subordinate reports back in the file. She then placed her hand over Robyn’s. 

    “Let’s see, you clocked into work earlier than you should have, been running around doing Ramona’s work till there was literally nothing left to do, then you came and stood here, waiting an obscene amount of time to get into the briefing room, when you could have just turned up just before the doors open like normal people. You’re using all this as a means to avoid confronting your father, that’s the thing I’m talking about.”

    “Isn’t this just the same thing you do when you have to deal with your sister?”

    “That’s a low blow, you know just as well as me that Rei can be incredibly annoying.”

    “Especially when she turns out to be right?”

    “Especially then. That’s getting off topic though. I’d rather deal with your father than her. All you have to do is ring him up, and say: ‘Dad, this isn’t right’. Then, you offload all the baggage you’ve been dealing with since your mum died. You’ll feel better after it, I swear.”

    “If only it was that simple,” Isabelle broke the hug and turned back to the briefing room door. “You seem to be forgetting who my father is, and what position he’s in. That and I’m trying to focus on proving myself to everyone else first. As far as my concerns go, dad is ranked pretty low.”

    “You keep telling yourself that,” Robyn stood next to her, turning to face the door as well. “I don’t know if I should be excited about tonight, or dreading it for how boring it’s going to be.”

    “Why would it be boring? We’ll be constantly on the go as we root out the nest of demons. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to show off your archery skills. Plus, given the threat level, I’m expecting injuries to be kept to a minimum.”

    “We could be going to Manchester, or Newcastle, but no, we’re going to Highdale. Highdale isn’t exactly a big place, pretty much the opposite actually. I’m expecting twelve demons, tops. The operation will probably be done in an hour.”

    “Then that’ll be a good thing so we can be home early.”

    “You’ve got an answer for everything,” Robyn stretched out. “I’m not complaining about it being easy, just want to make that clear. Just…” she trailed off as she became lost in thought.

    “Just…what?” Isabelle asked, a bit of concern present in her eyes.

    “Just…It feels like a lot for what’s going on. I mean, look,” Robyn pulled out another page that was in the file Isabelle had, this one contained a brief breakdown on the forces that were present.for the operation. “All forty four Knights that are registered to the North East Branch. Plus Ramona and all three of our guests from Headquarters… Doesn’t that sound like overkill to you? We’re talking about dropping an atom bomb on an ant level here.”

    “We’re just being thorough. You’re saying twelve demons but the readings I’ve seen are higher than that. It’s better to take an army, just in case we need it.” 

    “Like I said, you have an answer for everything,” Robyn said with a sigh. 

    The thundering echoes of footsteps caught their attention as a lone figure appeared at the far end of the corridor, running as fast as she could, while holding several files, heading their way.

    “There’s Marie now,” Robyn commented, as Marie Baker skidded to a halt next to the two women.

    “Hello girls! Don’t tell me you’ve both been standing there waiting? People are only just starting to turn up now for the briefing. You should have been spending your day relaxing..” Marie said cheerfully.

    “Her? Relax before a mission?” Robyn joked, pointing her thumb at Isabelle. “Do you need help with any of that?” she gestured  

    “This?” Marie gestured to the files. “Don’t worry yourselves, this is nothing I can’t handle. Being a mother gets you used to all sorts of things.”

    “Aren’t you doing a twelve hour shift today?” Isabelle asked.

    “Yup, but I know it’s an important job, hence why I volunteered for it. Gabe was supportive as he always is. Though Terry is probably going to be hanging out with the neighbours girl all the time again, so for today at least, I won’t be missed. How those two will tackle the chores I left for them, that’s a different matter!” Marie laughed, before coming to the slow realisation that she’d said too much. “There I go again! Honestly, I stop for a second and end up talking for hours.” 

    Isabelle didn’t mind, Marie was one of the first people at the North Eastern Branch to welcome her with open arms. Who her father was didn’t phase her. Instead, Marie treated everyone like extended family, often able to get a smile out of most people.

    “Now, before I get these files to the Master of Arms before he gets cranky, I want you two to make sure that you come back safe and sound alright? I want to hear everything over a nice cup of tea, I’ll even take the good biscuits from their hiding place. I’ll see you both when you get back! Bye!” Marie took off again, disappearing into the briefing room. 

    “Well, that’s an extra incentive to get back here tonight isn’t it? I mean, Ramona normally hoards those biscuits,” Robyn smiled.

    “What was that about my biscuits?” Ramona stuck her head out of the briefing room.

    “The Knight Master gracing us with a visit, what an honour!” Robyn joked. “Can we go in now, we’ve been out here a long time now.” 

    “You can, but Izzy….Well, she needs to pop down to see Merlin…” Ramona said.

    “Merlin? Oh, don’t tell me you mean?” Robyn made the sign of a cross with her fingers.

    “Yes, Robyn, I’m talking about your sister, Rei. Ever since she got the rank of Merlin it’s been a boon for us, but also a massive pain in the arse with her reguests. Me sending Izzy to her is just another one of those.” Ramona explained.

    “What about the briefing? I’m sure whatever Rei wants can wait till after its complete and we’re sorting gear out,” Isabelle 

    “When the Merlin wants something done it comes as a priority task, and you know that they have to be done pronto, those are the rules. Besides, that document I gave you earlier pretty much is the briefing, as far as you’re concerned. We made sure to play to your talents when choosing your deployment zone, and what your role in the purge is to be.There is absolutely no need for you to be here, least with Master of boring people to sleep,” Ramona motioned behind her, clearly meaning Rainer.

    “But-” Isabelle started to say but Ramona shushed her.

    “It’ll be fine, izzy. Just go and see Rei, then by the time you’ll probably be finished with her, we can get started on the mission.”

    “Ramona’s right, we all know that Rei can be a bit…” Robynt thought for a moment on the right word to use. “Impatient…with a passion. Besides, I know my sister, she won’t have summoned you for the fun of it.” 

    “You sure about that? I’ve been there when your sister has put out a priority call because she was thirsty,” Isabelle countered.

    “Be that as it may, I’m not dealing with her constantly pinging me just to get you, so…Yeah, consider this a direct order to go and see what she wants. Don’t make me say please,” Ramona gave Isabelle the sad puppy dog look. “I promise there’s going to be nothing in the briefing you don’t know already, may lightning strike me down this instant.” 

    Isabelle looked to Robyn for support, but all she could do was shrug her shoulders.

    “Fine…” Isabelle rolled her eyes.

    “Thank you, Izzy! I’ll let her know you’re on your way down now. Don’t stress too much about tonight, okay? I can’t have a stressed Knight Major out in the field. You hear me?” Ramona patted Isabelle on her shoulder, inches away from the snowflake scar, and uncontrollably, Isabelle recoiled. Not noticing, Ramona smiled and turned her attention to Robyn:

    “Aren’t you coming in then?”

    “In a moment!” Robyn said cheerfully, before turning so her back was to Ramona.

    “You okay?” Robyn asked Isabelle, noting where the Knight Major’s hand had just been.

    “I’ll be fine…”

    “I thought she knew about your scar…”

    “No, actually, it was never brought up.” 

    “Isn’t it in your medical file though?”

    “Do you think that she actually read that? Also wouldn’t surprise me if dad had kept it out of the files,” Isabelle said with a sigh, she placed her hand on the spot where the scar was as it throbbed ominously. She didn’t know if it was reacting based on her stress or any other factor.

    “Would he though?” Robyn was paying attention to how Isabelle was reacting, but knew that often, the best thing to do, was to give the one she loved, the space she needed. Anything else could escalate an avoidable argument.

    “He would. To ‘protect’ me.”

    “Think it would do the opposite, all it takes is someone who we don’t like to find out and they’ll grab the pitchforks.”

    “They already want to do that, won’t change anything… Now get going before Ramona kills us both for causing a scene, I can get to where Rei is on my own.”

    “Fine, I’ll go and listen to the boring briefing. Probably more fun than having to deal with my little sister. Don’t let her run her mouth too much, okay?”

    “I know how to handle her, don’t worry, love you,” Isabelle said as she turned to leave.

    “Love you too,” Robyn replied as she headed into the briefing room, sharing one last look, before she disappeared into the door.


    More people started to appear in the hallways as the soldiers arrived for the briefing, causing the narrow passages to become a mass of lives, heaving and pushing as one.

    Isabelle held herself against the wall, letting them all pass. She needed to be at the opposite end of where they were all going. Only a few actually noticed her presence, and out of them, only one or two made a comment about her.

    “There’s the ice princess…” It wasn’t anything original, but it still stung.

What do I have to do to get them to treat me like I’m like them? Isabelle asked herself, before shaking the comment away. No, it’s not me that has to change, I’m not the problem here.

    By now, she was back to being the only one in the hallway, and so carried on her way to where Rei was, the Merlin of Avalon. 

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Next Chapter

While I put Cade and Marie's artwork before the chapter, I held one back because...well, I wanted his name to be dropped first!

So here it is, the Baker family photo! That man on the right...doesn't he look just like a swell guy!


I'm sure only good things will be fall this family I swear!

That's it for this week, however.

Thank you for reading all of this.

Till next week,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 1 April 2026

#169 The Easter Caper Part II

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Yes, another in-between post, I know you're all aware of the pattern by now! Chapter 3 is ready for next week, and I've only got one picture left to sort out as well, so everything is on track.

What's not on track is chapter 8, which I've had to rewrite sections of not long after writing them in the first place. Not usual for me though, is that it wasn't anything to actually do with the plot this time. Whereas before (and I've wrote about it often enough) I'd wholesale delete huge sections of text, if I hadn't just restarted the whole thing, this time I was looking at the actions of a single character and how they came across.  I was trying to work a particular angle with them but I ended up pushing things too far. On the plus though I established some common history with the characters that hadn't existed in any prior draft. That was nice.

Before that little bit of a rewrite, I did start the section featuring a fan favourite character and its actually more difficult than I thought it would be. Since the story is set a number of years before Daemon Soul, I have to be quite careful with his characterisation and what he reveals. I've brought him in now to balance things out, which makes me getting him right all the more important. Will this gamble pay off? We'll see when we reach chapter 8 in a fair few Wednesdays time.

On the Brennan and Riz side of things, I haven't broke ground on a new Brennan and Riz short yet because I can longer find the source I was basing it off, which is a bit of a downer as I'd planned out quite a fun opening for it. So, I'm going to have to pivot to a different story...once I've made my mind up on which one. I've got a list of story ideas written down, so not that I lack ideas, but I need to find the folklore/urban legend that speaks to me. 

Speaking of those two...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz




Part 2 is here, and straight up, didn't realise till inking that I'd essentially copied myself with the third panel from last week...Dammit.

That aside, it was pointed out to me (by my son no less), that an April's Fools comic may have gone down better...Double dammit. In fairness though, it would have messed the schedule up a wee bit, need this to end Easter week!

That's all for this short, dull week, chapter 3 of Avalon Tales drops next week, and there's pictures to come!

Till then,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 25 March 2026

#168 The Easter Caper Part I + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 2

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Chapter 2 of Avalon Tales is here, and its quite a character focused piece this time round.

I realised when I finished chapter 7 off the other day that unlike my other works, I haven't head swapped at all yet (for better or worse, I'll let you decide!). Of course, there's benefits to this to allow for the readers to get close to the character in question. Drawbacks include the pain of trying to develop the rest of the cast if they aren't spending enough time with the main character, as well as some events feeling forced just for the sake of the character having to hear the exposition. In Daemon Soul I head swapped infrequently in the beginning till the mid way point when I started shifting to Serena’s viewpoint. Of course Gabriel had to get in on things as well by the end. I can safely say that Daemon Soul 2 is pretty much the same and it doesn't really work just following Cypher’s perspective.

Of course, bringing it back to Avalon Tales, Isabelle is quite rightly the main character but she won't be the only point of view, especially in the chapters where I am currently. If I do it right everything should flow naturally but we'll see if I stick the landing.

One other bit of news, I fixed my issue with a certain character popping up in the story. I'm literally about to start that chapter, but you won't get the results till about June time...Yup, I'm working that far in advance somehow.

I'm also dabbling with writing a new Brennan and Riz story for submission, but all depends if I can get the plot together for it (got the banter, but you can't just have a story around that!).

Speaking of those two though...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

The first part of three is here! The stakes may seem low but to Riz, it's world ending! I mean, who would take a rat's eggs! Luckily, Brennan has solved a case or two in his time. Was planning on colouring this noir style, especially the first panel but decided against it as my rough outlines for Brennan never cane together. While we're on the subject of the art, I must apologise for today's effort, trying to get Brennan in a laid back, crossed legs on the desk, position is incredibly difficult...At least for me it was!

What clues will Brennan uncover next week that will help him crack the case? We'll see next week!

Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 2

Isabelle finds herself with a rare day off duty, but every time the phone rings, we'll learn more and more.

Dark clouds are gathering on the horizon however...

Today's little art piece is one Leo Blake, yes the current (as per the story's timeline) Lord Commander of the Realm. It's a very important title for an important person.

Leo Blake

I should have three pieces of art accompanying Chapter 3 in a couple of weeks time, one is a character introduced back in Chapter 1 while the other is technically more important to Daemon Soul. The third picture will tie into that fact a lot...If everything is finished of course!

Avalon Tales Chapter Index

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Chapter 2: Telephone Calls


     The sound of a telephone woke Isabelle up. In her daze, she had no idea of the time, barely cognisant of what day it was. Her days off were few and far between. Despite Avalon using a roster system, to try and make sure that all its soldiers were well rested and combat ready, attrition and the ever changing world meant that it was common to be summoned back into action. Isabelle didn’t mind that, but Robyn made it clear that she should enjoy her free time while they had it, especially if they could share it together.

     Isabelle reached out clumsily for the phone, and the fact that it was still ringing gave her a vital clue as to who was on the other end.

     “Robyn, I’m up. You don’t have to worry.” 

     “Says you, if I hadn’t rang, or only did it once, you'd have rolled over and gone back to sleep.” 

     Isabelle pictured Robyn, leaning on the wall, receiver in hand. She would have likely been in the mess hall, using her free hand to play with her hair, twirling it in her pointing finger.

     “Well, it is my day off, and I was working late last night.”

     “And who told you not to pull that 16 hour shift? Had I not said anything, you would have pulled the full 24 hours, again.” 

     “I like to work.”

     “That’s why I love you, but you need a proper break every now and again. Otherwise, you won’t be well rested enough to do all those mad shifts. A sleepy Izzy is a dead Izzy, as I like to say.”

     “You don’t say that.”

     “If it makes you listen to me, then I might just have to start saying it.”

     “Would you really do that to me?”

     “I could do worse, like suggesting that you;d be a perfect bodyguard for my sister.”

     “Okay, that’s terrifying,” Isabelle rolled over in bed, and smiled, secretly wishing she and Robyn were having the conversation face to face. She swore that whoever did the roster acted on purpose in making them have separate days off.

     “Sounds like I’ve won this one then!”

     “I’ll concede, for now. After all, I have to get up and face the day. He’ll probably call later.”

     “Play nice, Izzy. It does sound like he wants to try, I mean, in the least amount possible, yes, but…err…How was I going to end this sentence again?” 

     “I know, but it’s not that easy is it.”

     “If I was there, I’d hug you now.”

     “Might be a good thing you’re not here, otherwise I’d never get up.”

     “True. Anyway, I need to go and relive Mike from guard duty. Catch you later, love you Izzy.”

     “Love you too Robyn.” Isabelle stayed on the line till it went dead. She sighed and put the phone back to its proper place. Stretching, she got out of bed, ready to begin the day.


     Soon, she was in her modest sized living room, all dressed and cleaned. The apartment she and Robyn shared wasn’t luxurious by any stretch of the word, but it did cost them more as Isabelle had wanted to make sure that it wasn’t too far away from Avalon Headquarters. That way if she was ever needed, she could be there as soon as possible. Robyn had gone along with her on this, despite wanting a bit more space between their work and private lives. It had given them nice views of the countryside, but very little in the way of storage space. The one understairs cupboard it did have, had to pull double duty with Robyn’s archery gear, and Isabelle’s little cardboard box. It was this box she pulled out of the aforementioned cupboard, taking it over to the small, two person table in the corner of the living room. She could have done anything on this day, but instead, she chose to stare at this box and contents once again. Carefully lifting the lid, she sorted through it.

     This box contained everything that she’d managed to gather, information wise, about what happened to her mother. She longed for the times where she could add something, or even upgrade the tattered shoe box to something bigger. The only reason it wasn’t in a proper folder was because it was so ubiquitous, anyone coming in wouldn’t think twice. Though, it was her father that she feared would find it. She remembered it was her first time on active duty, having completed her squire training. Her father had ‘spontaneously’ decided to do an inspection of the North East Branch, and practically made a bee-line to where she was. There was small talk and a little praise, but also a big warning:

     “I know this was your dream, but don’t taint it by looking into her death. There’s nothing to find there.” His words still echoed in her head. They had never spoken about it, he obviously thought the one warning had been enough. Every fibre of her being had wanted to rebel against the order the moment he uttered it. Despite being nineteen at that point, the emotions welling up inside, reduced her to that of the ten year old again. Had she no control, she would have let her dad have it, everything she’d been feeling up to then.

     That never happened though.

     She had been able to control herself though, just as was expected of her. She kept her cool and showed no external reaction. All those that were eavesdropping on what should have been a private conversation, commented on the lack of emotion, giving birth to the nicknames that spread out about her. Ice Princess, Ice Queen, and all the variants came from this.

      Despite all that though, she never followed that advice, all she did was learn to cover her tracks first. Ramona helped a lot in this regard, taking Isabelle under her wing and showing her many tricks of the trade, some of them being how to get the information she really wanted. This was how she filled the shoe box. That was perhaps the most disappointing aspect of all this, that everything she’d uncovered, easily fit within its confined spaces.

     Isabelle was about to start re-reading the earliest report on it, but the telephone caught her attention. Knowing it couldn’t be Robyn again, other options started to swirl. Was her father ringing early for once? Was it work summoning her in for an urgent mission? Was it yet another telephone survey? She carefully answered it, and before she could even speak, there came a an old voice from the other end:

     “Hello dearie? Have I got the right number? I’m trying to reach my granddaughter,” the voice said, in an almost stereotypical fashion. Isabelle rolled her eyes, stifling a giggle.

     “Grandma, I’m a bit old to fall for that act now,” she answered.

     “Isabelle, I simply do not know what you’re talking about,” her grandmother’s voice shifted a little bit.

     “Oh, I think you do. Please tell me you’re resting like we talked about before?”

     “My dear, I do not ‘rest’. Besides, it is your day off is it not? Are you resting?” her grandmother's tone had shifted completely, losing the cuddliness of what most people would expect. There was a sharp wit there, waiting to strike from between the words. This is the grandmother Isabelle recognised, and why she could never be fooled. After her mothers death, Nina Hughes, her maternal grandmother raised her. She’d been a veteran of Avalon herself, having only left the service a few years before the accident. There were times, even now, that Isabelle would swear that she was still active, the things she knew and her strange movements, always gave pause. 

     “Where are you now?” 

     “If I told you I was home, I know what you would say, so it’s easier to say no, but that’s not what I called about.”

     “And what did you call about?”

     “To talk about you, Isabelle. Are you keeping yourself well? How is Robyn?”

     “She's fine. She's at work at the moment. As for me…” Isabelle eyed the box on the table. “I'm keeping myself busy.”

     “Still keeping that investigation open.”

     “You know I'll never stop looking. Are you going to tell dad?”

     “Oh, he's too busy to listen to a feeble old woman like me,” Nina said. Isabelle heard some murmuring on the call, someone else trying to speak to her grandmother. “We can begin in a moment, don't worry…”

     “Do you need to go now?” Isabelle asked, she was curious as to what was going on in the background, but as welcoming as her grandmother was, there were still secrets she kept, and retirement was an idea she detested.

     “Looks like it is, I’m sorry, Isabelle. I thought I had more time…We’ll have a proper catch up soon over some tea and cake, like the old days.”

     “We will, it’s just we have to get our days in sync…” Isabelle spoke, but her words were half-hearted. If her grandmother was free, it would be herself who wouldn’t.

     “Before I go, has he rang you yet?”

     “No, but I know he’ll be calling later.”

     “Don’t be too hard on him, I know you two have your issues.”

     “Issues? I guess you could say that.”

     “Isabelle, please watch your tone!” This made Isabelle stand up straight and take notice, this was her Grandmother’s, do what you’re told voice. One honed over many decades of dedicated service. “Regardless of what’s happened, or what you think has happened. Your father still loves you. He wants you to be happy, and importantly, be safe.”

     Isabelle wasn’t blind to all this, it was just that, it went opposite to what she wanted. Her father wanted her to stay safe and away from Avalon, Isabelle wanted to be part of the organisation that her mother loved, she wanted to be on the front line in protecting people.

     “Now…” Her grandmother continued to say. “I know what kind of person you are Isabelle, and that’s why you fight with your father so, but he is not your enemy.” There were some more muffled voices, and Nina let out a large sigh. “That’s all I can say for now, please, take care Isabelle. We’ll speak again soon.”

     Before another word could be said, the call ended. Not having any other choice, Isabelle returned the telephone to the receiver, and she stared at it for some time, wanting to see when her father would call. Outside, the grey skies had taken over, and there was a low rumble in the skies. Isabelle’s gaze drifted from the phone to the window, and with no other inclination to do anything, she stared out.


     The day was drawing to a close when the phone rang for the third time. Isabelle had been mulling around the flat, never quite finding anything to do. Outside the street lights were coming on, their fluorescent glow signalling the coming of night, the time when Avalon would often be at its busiest. She slowly picked up the phone, her body becoming tense. There was a small chance that it could have been Robyn, telling her that her shift had ended. However, she knew who it was likely to be, especially ringing this much later than was usually agreed upon.

     “Hi Isabelle,” a distant voice said through the receiver. There was an attempt at affection there, but it was shaky and not confident of itself. 

     “Dad…” Isabelle herself carried the same tone. Despite this being close to a timely ritual, she still wasn’t sure what to say. She knew what she would like to say, but the thoughts of other people held her back. 

     “How has your week been? Is the North East Branch working out for you still?” Her father couldn’t help himself, he could view small talk through the lens of Avalon. That was his basis of comparison.

     “It’s still okay, like last week when you asked me, and the week before that,” despite not telling a joke, Isabelle laughed a little nervously after talking.

     “Is that so? I’m waiting on Cade’s report to come through about that branch. I would have preferred it if you had come to central with me. It’s harder work but…”

     “Stop, I’m okay where I am. Besides, this is mum’s old branch. I’m walking down the halls she once walked. Just by being here, I feel like I can get closer to her, and maybe even…”

     “Don’t finish that sentence,” her father’s tone changed, as did his mood. “You know my feelings about this. You can not talk to me about respecting your feelings without you respecting mine. I’ve asked you before, leave your mother’s death alone. I wasted years of your life chasing after it. It’s better off left now. I don’t want to see you doing my mistakes all over again.” 

     “No, that’s not fair! I need to know what happened. She was my mother, and I need to know the full story. If you’d just help me…”

     “ISABELLE, NO!” her father roared down the phone, almost making her drop it. “I’ve said to leave it, and I expect you to do as I say!” 

     Isabelle began to tear up as she listened.

     Realising that his tone was too harsh, Leo let out a heavy sigh.

     “I’m sorry for shouting…Look, we’ll try again next week. Give us both time to cool off.”

     “Oh…Okay. We’ll try again then,” Isabelle repeated what he said, as if the clock had reversed and she was that young girl at the funeral again, lost and aimless.

     “Goodbye Isabelle…” Leo paused for a moment, there was a sound like he was going to say something else, but then he hung up.

     Isabelle kept the receiver to her ear for a few minutes, listening to the tone, knowing that nothing had changed…

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Next Chapter

Feels like I've talked a lot this week! But it is time to get back to writing, how far will I get before the next blog? Only one way to find out!

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 18 March 2026

#167 Battle of Words Part 2

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

A quick one today, as its an in-between post once again.

Writing has been going well, though my brain isn't letting me get far before pointing out things I should have done, or things that just don't make sense (the latter happens a lot). Still, it's fun and I'm finding the characters can write themselves, though I have to be careful with that as it can eat up pages when you have two characters get stuck in an argument loop. That'll make sense in chapter 4. Almost at the point though in chapter 6 where the plot comes fully knocking, and its going to be a doozy for Isabelle to deal with.

There will be a new picture next week as well, this time focusing on Isabelle’s father, Leo. You'll see why it was him when you read the chapter. Not sure yet who'll get thr honour for the third chapter but there is two possibilities, one of which will technically complete a set...

Anyway, over to Brennan and Riz to see the results of their short story competition...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


Well, not quite the results they were hoping for! Though it should be said that this isn't the first time Riz has been in trouble with the Literature Police, and probably won't be the last...

Worth pointing out that I made a rare mistake here, or a reversion 
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Wednesday, 11 March 2026

#166 Battle of Words Part 1 + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 1

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Chapter 1 of Avalon Tales is here for all your reading pleasure! Not only that but you get the first of a two part Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz to boot! How's that for value?

Don't answer that, you always get a new comic each week.

In other news before we get into the thick of things, I'm still keeping a good distance ahead with writing. Chapter 5 is done, and Chapter 6 is about to kick into high gear. Which it probably should as the previous chapters have all been about world building and establishing characters. What's that I hear you cry? A good author could do all that in one Chapter? Well, I never said I was a good author... Regardless, I'm hoping to continue this streak and burn on towards Chapter 7 where things happen...which is the least spoilers thing I can say.

One thing that has been bothering me is my original plans called for another legacy character to put in an appearance but try as I might, I'm having trouble slotting him into the narrative without setting off blazing red flags for the other characters. Hmm, what to do...

Anyway, lets see what Brennan and Riz are up to...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


A short story contest? Like the one that bore them? I'm sure this will end well... Art is a bit off with this one, hopefully next weeks continuation won't be as bad...

This is only a two parter as I'm planning another multipart story for easter this year and I've got a few ideas already...

Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 1

So, the first proper chapter is here as we see an older Isabelle...well, you'll see. As I said last week, I  do actually havd some more artwork to accompany the chapter in the form of two character images. I'll note here that the designs aren't completely final, but they'll do to help give you all an impression to keep in mind.

Robyn Gouzen

First up is Robyn Gouzen, Isabelle’s partner in crime (and in other ways...). Will definitely be seeing some better pictures of her soon but I'm happy with how thd design played out.

Ramona Trask


Ramona was a hard character to design had I had so many different ideas kicking around. Also, looking through my old drafts, she had a few different surnames going on. Kinda hoping I put the correct one up there! Interesting to note that both she and Robyn are rocking completely different versions of the Avalon uniform, as I've still yet to settle on one I like. Also, there was only a month between these two pictures yet Ramona looks a lot better (aside from her tall hair, that's going to get tweaked), shows that my work is still inconsistent.

Now, let's move on to the story. I'll point out now that I've fixed this story's date as late winter/ early spring 1996 (aside from flashback sequences and the prologue which takes place in 1982), so a full nine years before the events of Daemon Soul Awakening. It's proving hard to work the date into the story naturally but I'll figure something out.

Avalon Tales Chapter Index


Chapter 1



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Chapter 1: To Protect

     Fourteen years later…

     The night’s chill didn’t seem to affect the group of men that stalked the streets, looking for the perfect place to go with their captive guest, a drunken brown haired woman, who could barely take two steps before falling over. There were five men in total, all looking eerily the same, even down to the clothes that seemed badly fitting. They were behaving raucously, howling with laughter, hitting each other as they walked on. None of them showed any concern over the woman in their midst, only to make sure that she was still there, and that she hadn’t hurt herself. They wanted her in one piece after all.
      “You fellas don’t talk much, do you?” the woman asked, trying not to slur her words. The men glanced back at her, and giggled. “You did promise me a good time, so where is it?” 
     “Can’t we eat her now?” One of the men asked another, his voice sounding distorted, an inhuman quality running through it that would have been unsettling to all those who heard it.
     “Let’s get off the street first, we wouldn’t want to be interrupted now, would we?” the man who spoke this time was the one leading the group. There wasn’t anything that marked him out as their leader, but aside from the same unnatural voice, there was a commanding tone that sold the idea that he was in charge.
      “Get off the street? How about we go over there?” the woman said drunkenly stepping away from the group, eliciting a small laugh from them. She wandered towards a car park that should have been closed off for the night.
      “A good a place as any I suppose,” the leader laughed, showing a smile full of viciously shaped teeth that seemed to enlarge the more he bared them. His friends could hardly contain their excitement as the woman draped herself over a car bonnet, laying back on it, closing her eyes, ready for what was about to happen. The leader staggered forward, his body beginning a transformation, heralded by a sickening snap of bones breaking themselves, moving to new positions His clothes were shredded by the change he underwent, and the tatters blew in the breeze. The leader stood proud, his body humanoid in shape, but a dark grey in colour, the skin turned scaly in places while his head was now bestial, like a hyena, the mouth oversized so it looked like it was wearing a permanent grin. A long, thick tongue lashed out between the pointed teeth, while blood red eyes surveyed his meal. Where once had stood a man, stood a demon in it’s true form.
     The other men underwent a similar change, though they weren’t as bulky as the leader. All the demons gathered around the woman who was still swanning about on the front of the car, with seemingly no care in the world. One of the smaller demons got too excited and moved towards her first, causing the leader to knock it back in line with his fist, smashing teeth and ripping open part of it’s face with a shower of black blood.
     “I’m the alpha, you runt! I get to eat first!” The leader growled, and the other demon backed off with a whimper. “Now, where was I…”
     Reaching out for the woman, the demon went to grab her head, but with surprising agility for one they’d thought too inebriated to do much, she rolled out of her way, causing the demon to only catch her brown wig, revealing tied back white hair. Gone was the carefree expression she once wore, being replaced with a fierce determination.
The demon sniffed the wig and tossed it to the side, it’s mouth twisted into a curious grin.
     “I thought you looked better as a brunette,”
     “And I think you’ll look better as a corpse, demon,” the woman muttered. “How many people have you killed? How many begged for life.”
     The demon threw back its head in mocking laughter.
     “How many? Your final words, and that’s what you want to waste them on?”
     “These are not my final words, though they are amongst the final words you’ll hear,” the woman raised her hand. “My name Knight Major Isabelle Blake of Avalon. By my word, you will all die here.” 
     The demon was silenced by the mention of ‘Avalon’, he turned to his brethren, as they looked ready to run, their appetites well and truly gone. He tried to rally them, swallowing his own fear.
     “Idiots! It doesn’t matter who she says she is, there’s five of us and one of her! We are demons! We can take her!” 
     “One of me? A smart demon would have noticed,” Isabelle let her hand fall, as the demon leapt at her, reaching for her with his clawed hands. Those claws never reached her though, as a storm of gun fire rained down from the vantage points above the car park. The weaker demons were obliterated in the crossfire, and the leader crashed to the floor, black blood leaking out from over a dozen bullet holes. The beast still lived though, the wounds trying to heal themselves as he crawled towards Isabelle. A series of arrows then pierced the demon’s flesh, pinning it to the ground.
     “I will…kill…you!” the demon howled out, rage and pain mixed into one vile noise.
Isabelle took a step forward, and pulled a gun out from a hidden holster under her dress, the barrel of the weapon had been modified, to accept more powerful ammunition. She pointed it at the head of the demon, and coldly said:
     “For Queen and country.” 

     The gunshot echoed more than the barrage a few moments earlier had. The demon dissolved away like the rest of its kind, its threat, ended.
     Isabelle lowered the gun. She’d fired it countless times before, and every time, the weight only ever hit her once all was said and done. She breathed in, and held it for a moment, before releasing it, along with what was left of her stress.
     “Nice shot, Izzy. Guess I’m rubbing off on you with a shot like that!” a cheerful voice came over on her earpiece, bringing a small smile to Isabelle’s face.
     “Never match your skills, Robyn,” Isabelle replied, looking around to see if she could spot her. “Where are you?” 
     “I’m hiding from you, a sniper like me has to keep her skills sharp!” 
     “You’re behind that white car on my right. I noted where the arrows had come from when you shot the demon. You didn’t move again because you wanted to make sure that I was safe.”
     “Well, I can’t let anything happen to you, can I?” Robyn stood up and waved her composite bow.
     “Knight Captain Gouzen! Knight Major Blake! You are still in an active operation!” a third voice interrupted the conversation. This one was more irate and straight to the point.
     “Sorry, Cade!” Robyn said. “Oh, wait, I meant Knight Inquisitor Anderson.”
Isabelle started to walk away as Robyn and Cade started quarrelling about procedure. Their personalities were direct opposites, Robyn being a free spirit of sorts, while Cade was uptight, trying to make sure that everything was being done by the book. Even if that book was out of date some decades ago.
     “That was quite the performance, princess,” a figure appeared at the entrance to the car park, blocking Isabelle’s exit, a woman looking a bit older than herself, but not hugely. She had dark hair that was tied back.
     “Thanks, Knight Master Trask,” Isabelle replied. “Or should I be using your ‘Brunor’ code name?”
     “Not while Cade is busy arguing with your girlfriend. You know I’ve never been a fan of that formal stuff. Though if Cade heard you calling me Ramona while on active duty, I bet he’d have a fit.”
      “How long is Cade with us for? You neglected to share that part during the briefing,” Isabelle enquired.
     “Headquarters sent him to evaluate our branch of the Avalon tree, so maybe till the end of the week? Anyway, how did you like being bait? I always had fun with that role. Getting to be the actress I could never be,” Ramona said with a flourish.
     “Difficult,” came Isabelle’s one word reply. “I did it because you asked me to, but that kind of acting is not me. And I need to get out of this dress and back into my combat fatigues.”
     “Maybe if you wore the purple one with the open back that I picked out for you, it might have felt better?” Ramona walked over and put her arm around Isabelle,
     “No, I was fine in this one, just that I’d feel more at ease in my uniform and armour, especially when we could receive an alert at any point.”
     “You worry too much about work, the operation as it stands is over. The demons that have been causing trouble for the last couple of weeks have been exterminated. Be happy about that! Be happy that it was down to you that they’re all dead and no more innocents have to die!” 
     By this point, Isabelle and Ramona were walking past the rest of the soldiers that made up the task force to deal with this particular infestation. Isabelle felt all the eyes of the men upon her, and it felt uncomfortable. It just added to the need to get out of it as soon as possible, and into something more suitable for her.
     “Fitting clothes for a princess,” she heard them snigger.
     “Probably wore that when she was putting out to get her promot-” the soldier who was in the middle of saying that was cut off mid sentence as something hit him solidly in the face. Isabelle didn’t have to look to see who’d thrown it, not with precision like that.
     “Did you want to finish that sentence?” Robyn asked, tossing a rock up and down in her hand, not unlike the one that she’ed already shot at him.
     “N-Nothing,” The soldier said, glaring at her, rubbing the spot where the rock had impacted, little blood dribbling from the cut.
     “Good, because if you had, I might have had to shift to something better than a rock, like an arrow right through your bigoted skull,” Robyn mimicked the actions of firing her bow, and the soldier backed away, his peers not saying a word.
     “Well, I was going to step in and deal with that, but, looks like I don’t have to!” Ramona chuckled to herself. “Though I got to say, Davis,” she said, addressing the same soldier. “Daring to say something like that in front of your boss is mighty brave, or pretty stupid. I think we’ll find out which one you are once you’ve been cautioned for insubordination back at base. Can’t wait to hear what your father thinks of that,” Ramona said, her voice starting jovial before getting more serious. 
     “See Izzy? We’ve all got your back here,” Robyn whispered through the ear piece, not caring who was listening in to it.
Isabelle didn’t reply. She hadn’t wanted any of this to happen. She wanted to do her job, and protect the people, like her mother before her. It all was all nice and well having people to have her back, as Robyn had put it, but it also meant dragging them into her fights, putting them in the firing line. She was positive that Ramona had to deal with some flack already from the higher ups, people like Davis had powerful families that were interconnected with Avalon. They made a big enough ruckus with the top, then repercussions would ripple down like aftershocks.

     Isabelle was still obsessing over these thoughts when it came time to peel herself from the dress. The real reason she’d worn one that didn’t show her back, was to cover up what was there. She stood with her back to a mirror, and slowly lowered the dress till the snowflake shaped scar revealed itself, looking as tender as the day she received it, fourteen years ago. The more she stared, the more she felt like she was still standing there in that tunnel. The smell of petrol, the heat from the flames, all those sensations and more came back to her. Shaking, she reached round with her right hand, coming within an inch of touching it. That was where she normally left it, but this time, she got closer, and closer, a hair’s difference between her finger tip, and the scar.
     “Izzy, you okay?” Robyn asked as she popped her head into the changing room, breaking the tension, and causing Isabelle to instantly retract her arm.
     “Robyn, I…” 
     “Ramona said you were being weird again on the ride back over. You weren’t letting that arsehole get to you were you?”
     “No. It wasn’t that.”
     “Your scar again?” Robyn asked, taking notice of the fact that Isabelle was standing in front of the mirror.
     Not wanting to start an argument, Isabelle nodded. It was a half truth after all.
     “I know I keep saying this, but maybe, you could let someone take a look at it again? Especially if it’s bothering you.” 
     “No, there’s no point, they wouldn’t say anything different than the first time, besides, the less people know about this, the better. I need to prove to everyone that I’m more than my father, and that I’m more than this scar,” Isabelle finally turned away from the mirror.
     “Izzy…” Was all that Robyn could say, there wasn’t much she could do to comfort her, other than putting her hands around her. The pair stood frozen within the moment.  

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Hope you all enjoyed that! No chapter next week as per the schedule but the week after? Time for some character building.

Till next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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