And back yet again–just can’t seem to get rid of this guy ;D– is Raphyel M. Jordan, but now he’s brought along a guest. Today we welcome Aly, from (naturally) Prossia!
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Mia: What is the name of the book where we’ll find you? Can you tell us a little about it?
Aly: Hi. I’m in a sci-fi novel called “Prossia,” written by Raphyel M. Jordan. It follows the journey I take from my home-world to another planet, after getting drafted into a galactic war. While there’s– what do you call it– action in the story, it’s mainly about becoming your own person. I think the author calls it a Young Adult coming-of-age story.
Mia: Tell us a little about yourself. Where do you fit into the story? What should we know about you?
Aly: Me? Oh. . . um, well, I’m not that interesting, actually. My, now my palms are sweating. ^_^ Uh, my name is Alytchai of the Kutenbriun Tribe. Technically, it would be “Alytchai the Younger,” but my mammai passed away a long time ago. People call me Aly for short, though. I’m. . . oh, how do you say it again? Ten-and-seven years old? Or is it seventeen years old? Whatever. I’m a Young One in my age grouping, if that helps.
Anyway, my father used to be the sparring priest of the tribe before I got old enough for school, so a lot was expected out of me when it came to using my being. Oh. Sorry. Um, long story cut short, “being” is the ability to form energy from one’s hand. I’m afraid I can’t do that, unlike everyone else, but I tried to make up for my imperfection by focusing on close-quarter-combat. I’m tall for my age, so I have an advantage with that sort of stuff. Oh, and I LOVE to sing. It’s so refreshing, and it’s nice being able to put a smile on people’s faces whenever I do. Beyond that, I’m just a typical mastra.
Mia: What do you think of the author? Be honest. We won’t tell.
Aly: Huh? A bit of a random question, don’t you think? Hmm. Well. He seems nice, and his locks are really cool. Actually, come to think of it, he goes about things the way I do a lot. It’s creepy! Haha! Failure is not an option for him, and when he falls short of something, I think it hits him pretty hard, even though he likes to put up a strong face, something I wish I could do. He’s an ambitious lad- I mean- guy.
Mia: How do you feel about the story you’re in?
Aly: Hmm, well, the story I’m in is my life, and you know what? It’s hard! Haha! One day, I was just going to school, worrying about silly things like my grades and making sure I did a good job working the fields after class. Then, in what felt like the blink of an eye, people are trying to kill me, and I’m doing the same. I had no idea death was so. . . easy. I won’t complain. I’m a soldier now, right? This wasn’t what I had in mind when I wanted to see the world beyond my home, but I think meeting unexpected challenges is what builds character in people, right? At least, that’s what I tell myself to get through the day.
Mia: Do you like being a character in the book?
Aly: It’s. . . interesting, I guess. I bet my friend, Catty, would say the same thing. You did an interview with her a while back, right? She said hers was fun, but she won’t let me read it, of all the nerve! Whatever. I bet she probably said something about Raphyel that she doesn’t want to get repeated. Truth’s Grace, that girl. If it’s a boy, she’s intrigued by default.
Mia: How do you see your future? Without giving anything away about the story, naturally.
Aly: Actually, I don’t look that far into the future anymore. No, it’s not a depressing reason, I promise! It’s just, well, I used to wonder about things so far beyond imagination, but now I’m thinking that looking too far ahead distracts me from what’s happening now. See, when you’re a soldier, every morning you wake up is a blessing. When you see just how fragile the line between life and death is, I can’t imagine how one can’t appreciate living even more. So, I take everything in the instant now, more than ever.
Don’t your Young Ones have a saying these days? “You only live once? Yolo?” I think that statement can either encourage being reckless with one’s life, or responsible. It’s such a profound proverb, since it offers both options. But I’m hoping the young people of this planet are wise enough to take the latter route.
I mean, the world is amazing, when you stop to look at it. Even your world, Earth. The clouds, the birds, the grass. And even then, your sentient Earthling race has developed so much more than a Goolian. You’ve championed the skies with flight. You communicate on a global level with the simplest of ease. All of the things you probably take for granted, why not just stop for a minute, and appreciate their miracle? I don’t want to miss a single second of being thankful for how awesome life is, so I take it one day at a time, with the utmost caution. If I meet my end tomorrow, then I want to say that I, at the very least, appreciated and respected life’s worth as best as I can.
I guess that’s why I try to be the best soldier possible. War questions life’s worth, and somebody has to be willing to stand up against it. I suppose Truth’s Grace figured I was decent enough for the challenge, and that’s the most humbling reward I could’ve ever gotten.
Wow. And here I am, rambling the way Catty would! Sorry! I hope I was making sense. I know I can be a bit weird at times. Haha! I guess that’s why one of my nicknames was Aly the Weird when I was still a Little One! 😛
Mia: It’s okay. What do you know about your author’s plans? Can we expect to see you in any future stories?
Aly: Actually, it’s funny that I just mentioned my early childhood, because you’ll be reading about it really soon! I think you Earthlings use the term, “prequel,” right? He also said having to wait 3 years for another book is way too long in his line of business, so it’ll be free. I don’t think Catty’s a fan of the free idea, but I think that’s her business-upbringing talking to her. I, on the other hand, think giving away a book for free is a great idea!
It’s funny though. Even though it’ll be free, I’m seeing that Raphyel is putting a lot more effort into making sure this next book does better than “Prossia” did. I think he feels there’s an important social message in it. It’s probably something to do with how I used to get bullied or something. Oh well, if my story helps others, I’m all for it!
Mia: Let’s say they make a movie about this book. Who do you want to play you, and why?
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I’m sorry for my “foreigner” ignorance, but what’s a movie? Wait a minute. Did you ask Catty this during her interview? She better not be holding out on me when it comes to your rituals! Okay, could you hold on second please? I need to send her a text with this cellular device we just bought. If she knows what a movie is, she can probably explain it in the way a Goolian can understand it.
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Ohhhhh! How neat! You get to watch stories in a “movie!” That sounds like so much fun! I loved listening to stories around the campfire when I was younger. I bet it’s really interesting getting to see them come into real life.
Well, I’d have to get back to you on this one since I don’t know enough about movies. Oh, and are you sure you’d like to watch my life? I don’t know how your species is about violence, but I have nightmares all the time, after seeing some of the things I’ve encountered ever since we got into the war.
Author Bio: Raphyel Montez Jordan, born February 10th, 1985, grew up in a Franklin, Tennessee household sensitive to the creative arts. As a child, his hobbies were drawing favorite cartoon and video game characters while making illustrated stories. This passion for art never left and followed him all the way up to his high school and college years.
It wasn’t until college when he underwent a personal “renaissance” of sorts that Jordan took his interest in writing to another level. When he was 19, he started writing a novel for fun, taking inspiration from the constant exposure of different ideas and cultures that college showed him while staying true to the values he grew up to embrace. However, when the “signs of the times” influenced the story and the characters to spawn into universes of their own, he figured he might possibly be on to something.