One of the main issues was that I came up years ago with nothing more than a poem called Mioned. Whose eyes were covered at birth as she was effectively blinded and had two guards whose role was to make sure that if she died, it was by misfortune. The Guardians made sure she had plenty of opportunities to die as, if they killed her, they couldn’t inherit.
Mi Kee came into my thoughts as a Magistrate that allow rules to happen and just nodded them through as it was his job. As a Chinese magistrate he watched the killing of thousands because of the rules
Then he found a form of conscience as he watched two lovers about to be beheaded and realised what love was as he plunged into a pool.
Inter-spacial magic is not easy thing to understand: nor why; who; or what it feels you should understand or what you do understand.
It probably makes it up as it goes alone, like a Tory Politician on Brexit with a weak useless Prime Minister who as the Home Office Minister basically destroyed policing and the borders in this country.
Time and space like a Poltician’s goals are easy things to discuss, especially when you don’t know anything; you then have a bunch of war loving dwarfs; planets that were minding their own business and a planet now bent into a life it never sought – austerity as a value.
I started with just ideas; I knew the ideas were growing and decided to let them; I thought I might have gotaway with a quick Mi Kee but now; Trons, Minuets, Old Folk, Wolfen; Killing Dwarfs; Killing Royalty; Planet keeps being blasted apart – and the killing is by the people/objects – not killing them.
Loosing the machine with my finding cuts here, old copies and forty pages of print of ideas/already written whilst I start to understand what I have started changed everything including building a machine that is well protected – Internet and Internal Security-wise.
Thanks to people who put up with my words and I do hope to make it worth your efforts.
I am now about to start a new start:
“The hubbub or Dwarfup stopped for a moment as everyone breathed out – shame about the diets.”