Ingeniosus by Alice Reeds and Emma Iadanza (Part 2)

Dienstag, 25. Februar 2014

   Hello Everybody!  
   Today I'm bringing you Part 2 of Ingeniosus!
   If you didn't read Part 1 yet, this way my friend.
   And I'm really sorry that it's been so long since the last post but right now I have a massive amount of things to do so it is really hard to keep up with everything. But, I hope you are not too mad.
   Anyways, enjoy the read! :) 

Ingeniosus Part 2  

Copyright © 2014 Alice Reeds and Emma Iadanza 

   “You can see into the future,” he says just as he enters the room again. How did he know I thought he would say that? “Can’t you?” 
   “I… I don’t know…” my voice trails off, “I’ve often seen things… I just thought that they were not real… and I would have dreams, and they would often come true…” I stare at him, and he stares back. “Who are you? How do you know this about me?”
   “Signora da Corinaldo, my name is Ferdinand de Renard. I am one of the Candida, too. My family has protected the others of the Candida for centuries. That is why I wear the uniform of an army officer – so it is not completely strange for me to be carrying such weapons around all the time,” he smiles, and kneels, as if to bow to me. He then takes my hand, and kisses it, like I am some member of a royal house. I make a sound as I lean forward towards him that indicates my pain, and he says, “Do not worry, Signora, I have sent for a doctor. How rude of me it would be if I did not.”
   “My good sir, you must not understand,” I tell him, “I may have this ‘sight’ and be able to see these things, but I in no way deserve to be treated as such!”
   “You must not understand, Signora da Corinaldo,” he smiles again, “Many of the members of the Candida clan are royalty to the rest of the Ingeniosus.” 
   “Royalty?” I say wondering. “This must be all a misunderstanding. I am no royalty. I am a simple farm girl and…” my voice trails off as something clouds my vision.
   I’m standing on a field just outside the village. In the distance I see dark figures coming towards me. A loud thunder fills the air and crescendos, getting louder and louder with every passing moment. Finally, I can see the figures more clearly. Men in heavy armor, sharp swords and black horses are coming towards me. They are screaming at each other, screams that sound like cheers, war cries. The world around me changes and suddenly I see the horsemen in the village. Blood and screams fill the streets. And then, there is darkness.
   “Signora, are you alright?” the officer says after shaking my shoulder again. “What have you seen?” I tell him. 
   “My God, this is horrible…” he turns around, looking for someone or something. He runs towards one of the doors, and shouts, “Léopold!” He must be calling for one of his colleagues, “Léopold! Where are you? Come here!”
   He comes back towards me, “You still haven’t told me where my grandfather is.”
   “I am sorry, signora, but the Tenebris clan has taken him…”
   My mouth gapes open. I cover it with my hand, trying to be polite.
   “I am sorry, Signorina…”
   “Can you do anything?”
   “We can,” he continues, “But it may not be safe for you, especially if–”
   “I do not care if it is safe or not! I want my grandfather back!” He is the only member of my family that I know - all of my parents’ family lived in other villages towards the south of Italy. I once met my uncle from Cerignola – he visited us while he was traveling north, towards Verona. Last I heard, he had died in an accident with his horse. Now I know that it may not be true.
   Someone arrives at the door - it is a man, dressed similar to this Ferdinand de Renard, but with darker hair. Is this the Léopold that he was calling?
   “We must leave this place,” the man said in an accent similar to Ferdinand’s, “We must get her to safety. The Tenebris will be here for you soon.” 
   All of it sounds just so strange and new, the uncomfortable type of new. I follow Ferdinand and his friend, Léopold, through the abandoned building, which we leave through the back door. Well, not so much a door, more like a hole in the wall. The sun is slowly setting as we make our way through the village, which seems peaceful and inviting. Soon we leave the village and enter the woods, which lie in the west. I’ve never been in the forest because my grandfather always told me that it isn’t safe: that bad things hide in the darkness underneath the old trees. But I don’t feel scared. I feel tired and confused, but also curious.
   Just as the night unfolds, we reach something that looks like a rock formation with a crack in the middle. As we approach, I see that it is actually a door. Ferdinand leads us through the door and into a pitch-black darkness, which is interrupted as he lights up a torch. The air is cool and I start to shiver. After a longer walk we finally arrive inside a massive cave filled with eyes that look up as we arrive. The torch goes out suddenly. I feel that all eyes are on me. 
   “Come on, friends,” Ferdinand laughs, “This is Lucrezia da Corinaldo! Do you think she is some form of impostor?”
   Suddenly, the room is filled with light, and I can see that a circle of people has formed around us. They are all pointing swords and spears at us, like we are intruders, which we might as well be. I am terrified, but try to hide it.
   “How can we be so sure that she is?” a man steps forward out of the crowd. He is tall and looks like he could be dressed as an officer like Ferdinand and Léopold, but rather wears regular breeches with no boots, and a long blue jacket, and a face that says ‘la liberte ou la mort’. He also has a French accent.
   “She has the sight,” Ferdinand insists, “She has seen something.”
   “What has she seen?” the man asks.
   “A bad future for Corinaldo… And the Woman in White.”
   The crowd mumbles to each other, debating if what Ferdinand says is true.
   “But she is hurt,” he continues, “If you do not believe me, at least help her. Then we can prove my point.”
   The man contemplates that for a moment. I suddenly feel faint, probably from my loss of blood, and begin to wobble over. Léopold and Ferdinand catch me, and help me lie down on the floor. Everything begins to spin above me. 
   The man in the blue jacket watches, and I can hear him say, “We will let her stay here for the night. And we will see if she is truly the Visium tomorrow.” After that, everything went black. 

I hope you enjoyed this new part. Please let me know in the comments below. 
Cheerio!

Ingeniosus by Alice Reeds and Emma Iadanza (Part 1)

Mittwoch, 12. Februar 2014


   Hello everybody!
   Today I’m coming with something completely new and different from everything that I have posted so far. 10 days ago I posted on GoodReads that I was looking for people who would be interested in participating in a little writing project. On the same day a girl called Emma answered that she would be interested and now, 10 days later, I’m here to share the outcome with you guys.
   I must tell you guys that the time and place in which our story plays is one that I never thought I would ever set a story in. I mean can you imagine me writing a story in 19th Century Italy? Me neither, but it happened. It was a completely new experience for me and I think it really helped me as a writer to grow, especially because I was working together with someone else, which I had never done before this project. Please be so kind and check out Emma’s blog, because, despite her age, she is a very talented author.

   I’m presenting you Part 1 of “Ingeniosus”! 

Ingeniosus 

Copyright © 2014 Alice Reeds and Emma Iadanza

   I open my eyes and look into the distance. The light of the sun taints everything slightly white, almost dreamlike. In the distance, standing on top of a big rock, I see a woman in white clothes. I don’t know her, yet she seems so familiar. Screams reach my ears. I look down and see people filing the streets, they are running and screaming. All of it seems familiar, yet I know nothing. Nothing about this place, the voices or the woman. It is unsettling. 
   She turns to me, her white robes blowing in the soft breeze. She looks like an angel; a visitor from Heaven. Her face’s soft looks suddenly change from peacefulness to surprise. She opens her mouth, as if trying to scream, ‘Look out!’ but her voice is mute. Her hand is out, pointing behind me. I turn, but it is too late. I did not see the man behind me. I only just feel the pain in my back, the blood dampening my cotton dress. It is too late now. 
   I feel like screaming, but no sound escapes my lips. The man grabs my wrists. I look up at his face. His eyes are angry and focused. I try to rip my hands free, but he’s too strong. The warm blood continues to run down my back and I know there isn’t much time left. I focus and try to kick him. Miraculously I manage to hit him where it hurts most, so he lets go of me, yelling in pain. I use to moment and start running, quickly realizing that I don’t know where I’m going. 
   The safest place would be the village, but I remember the people I saw running in the streets. What could have happened? Is our town being raided? My mind races as I continue running, but I’m going nowhere. I follow a dirt path down a hill, and run towards my family’s old farm. I live there with my grandfather. But when I arrive, he is not there. Rather, there is a man there. He is wearing a uniform from the army: white breeches and black boots, a tricorn hat with a feather sticking out of it, and a black jacket with gold embroidery. He must have a high rank in the army – judging by the uniform, he seems French. Why would a high ranking French soldier want to speak with me, a simple Italian farm girl? 
   “Can I help you, Signor?” I ask him politely while trying to look not too terrified. I don’t think it worked because he looks me up and down. His eyes stop wandering as he notices the red stains on my dress. He looks up into my eyes, like he would be trying to figure out what might have happened. His eyes have a warm caramel color, which matches the light brown of his hair.
   “Are you Signora Lucrezia da Corinaldo?” he asks – by the accent, I can tell that he is French. I nod and my heart starts racing. “I need you to follow me.” That is all he says before leaving the house. I quickly turn and hurry to follow him, wondering where he might take me and why. 
   By now, where the man stabbed me is full of pain. And, it’s bloody, too. Before running after the man, I grabbed a rag off the table, and tried my best to stop the bleeding without being indecent.
   I follow him out of the house and towards the village. “Who are you?” I ask, “Where is my grandfather?” 
   “Signora, once we arrive at our destination everything will be explained to you,” the man says while leading me through a small ally in the village. To my surprise the screams are gone. Barely anybody is out on the streets.
   I don’t like this. Is this all just a dream? Am I going mad? How is this possible? I saw them running and now they are gone. Two alleys later, we arrive in front of a large rotting wooden fence that surrounds a large dilapidated building. We slip through the fence and enter the building through a door that looks like it might fall out of its hinges any minute. 
   The inside of the building is just as desolate. You can tell that this building may have once been grand, but now there is paint peeling off the walls and broken furniture and glass in almost every corner. We finally arrive at a room that is somewhat less barren. There is a wooden desk and chair in the center of it. A few candles are lit, but light streams in from a hole in the ceiling. He motions for me to sit down. In other circumstances, I would not, but I do, as the pain in my side is almost unbearable.
   “You are hurt,” he states plainly.
   “Yes.”
   “Do you want me to call a doctor?”
   A doctor? Who is this man? If you live in a small town like this, you know by now that the smallest cut could mean that you might die. A stab wound? Almost certain death. Here, there are no doctors that are worth paying for.
   “Can you finally tell me why we are here?” I ask instead of answering his question. “Where is my grandfather?”
   “What do you know about him?” he asks in an enigmatic tone.
   “Well, his name is Alonzo da Corinaldo, and he is a simple farm man, no one special,” I answer his question wondering where this conversation is going.
   “Signora da Corinaldo, your grandfather, Alonzo, he is no ordinary man,” he says and takes a few steps towards me. “He belongs to a long bloodline which reaches back hundreds of years. A bloodline tainted by spirits with unimaginable talents.” 
   Although this is just as surprising to me as anything would be, I am relieved that this man did not say that my grandfather is a Bonapartist and that he was arrested. Although that may or may not be true, I know that some people in our village have been arrested due to that. One was even tortured until he gave in, innocent or not. And then they shot him.
   “What… what do you mean?” 
   “Alonzo belongs to the bloodline of Ingeniosus, people with talents that are hidden to most of us,” he explains. “You have seen it, though, didn’t you?” I look at him; my eyes wide open in confusion. “The Woman in White?”
   “I… yes, I did…” I say unsure. “And there were screams and chaos.”
   “So it is true,” he says and nods slightly, more to himself then to me.
   “You are one of them, too.”
   “I don’t understand.” 
   “You are one of the Ingeniosus.”
   “I… I am? I don’t think my parents were…”
   “Do you know why you live with your grandfather, Signora?”
   “My parents were killed… there was a shipwreck, and–”
   “No, Signora. They were murdered.”
   “But… why?”
   “Because the two clans of the Ingeniosus are always fighting for superiority. Members of each are always trying to kill off the leaders of the other clans. Your parents were high ranked in the Candida clan. They were murdered by the Tenebris.”
   “The Tenebris?”
   “That’s what one of the clans is called. Your family belongs to the Candida.”
   “How do you know all of this, then?”
   He stops. The officer looks like he is deep in thought. But then he does not respond.
   “You are still bleeding,” he tells me, “I must find someone to help you. I will be right back,” and he leaves me. 
   My head feels like the sea during a storm. Thoughts are rushing back and forth yet I cannot concentrate on them. I think the mixture of having a stranger tell you things about your family which you didn’t know and being stabbed in the back was not the wisest choice on the behalf of the Signore. But it all sounds so strange and unreal. How could my family belong to such a clan without me knowing about it? How is it possible that I’m one of them without knowing it, either? Why didn’t they tell me? Why didn’t my grandfather tell me? And if it is all true, what talent do I hold?

   So, what do you guys think? Good, bad, boring? Please let me know in the comments.
   Cheerio! 

Final DIVERGENT Trailer

Dienstag, 4. Februar 2014

   Listen up Initiates,
   Today, on BuzzFeed, we've been presented with the new and final trailer for DIVERGENT. I've watched it a couple of minutes ago and well... I don't like it.

  Watch the trailer here.  

   Where do I start this... Okay, let’s start with the actors.
    No, no and no. Shailene Woodley as Tris, somehow for me that doesn't work. Not at all. Shailene seems much too thin and fragile as to play a kickass character like Tris. Sure, in the book it also is mentioned that she isn't the toughest looking person but seriously? Her arms are about the size of my wrists. But, it's not like I have something against her per se, I really think she fits the role of Hazel Grace in The Fault in Our Stars exactly because she is this sweet and fragile person.
   Also, from what we get to see in this trailer, I just don't think her acting is on the level that I wish the actress who plays Tris would have. I must say, I started to laugh, really laugh, during the split second in which we see her hitting something like a boxing bag. That just looked ridiculous. But hey, that is just my opinion.
   Theo James. I mean, whom are the producers trying to sell the idea that he is 18? Just no. He looks like the age he is, meaning 29 and not 18. Also, from what we see in the trailer, I'm not fond of his acting or him. All I see is him looking like a tough guy and that’s it. Also I somehow don't hear the emotions in his voice that I was looking for in certain sentences that he said during the trailer. I've never seen a movie with him in it, which means that I have no idea how well of an actor he really is or isn't, I'm just basing my opinion on what I see in the trailer.

   Okay, let’s leave the actors alone and talk about the trailer itself. I do like the way they portrayed Chicago and the building from which Tris has to jump, but that’s about it. Something that just made me straight out "angry" was that the trailer almost tells you everything that will happen in the movie. It barely leaves anything out and thus spoils a few things which are more fun to get to know while watching the actual movie then going and while already knowing it. Okay, I'd say that point only works for those who have not read the books but anyways.

   I don't know, so far from just watching the trailers and snippets I can only say that I'm not really looking forward to the movie. I don't think it will be nearly as amazing as the book was. I also know that a lot of people have lost their interest in the series due to the more then disappointing ending for the trilogy that author Veronica Roth has presented us. I personally, I really didn't like the last book. Somewhere halfway through I started to simply force myself to continue reading. And the ending, specifically the last 30-40 pages were just over the top bad. I know she tried to make you feel certain emotions, to feel sadness just like the character but all I felt was "what is this book finally ending?". 
   I love the first book, it had so many great things in it that it certainly belongs to the group of my all-time favorites but unfortunately 2 and 3 did not quite fulfill my hopes. 

   Anyways, I know I will watch the movie but I can say that my level of expectations is quite very low.

   One more thing before I end this post, have a look at the following picture:


   Excuse me but what are these supposed to be? Water guns? Toys? I mean sure it's the future but that is just ridiculous. Okay, maybe these have like some special meaning to them which I forgot but I just find them straight of hilarious. Especially together with the facial expressions. 

   Okay, enough of my ranting. 
   What do you guys think about the trailer(s) and the actors? Are you happy with the choices that the producers have made?


Cheerio!