Star Flowers - part I
There's a frightening silence in here...
Part I
My name is Kigus and I will tell you my dream, which prompted me to write this story.
I dreamt of green fields, full of people. They were people like our slave, that means not the people. They were elves, real, alive, free. They were standing in large circles under the stars and whispering. It was a spell, a good spell. When I took a breath, the sky lit up another star. The elves were holding hands, and I saw how tears flow down her cheeks, quite different from humans'. They were silver and glittering like stars. And when those tears dripped onto the grass, the silver flowers, glowing like stars, grew up in here. The cool, beautiful light beamed from them and lit up the earth as the stars light up the sky. Soon all the field was covered with flowers and a fairy glow fell on elves' faces, twisted in pain. They held their hands stronger and started to speak spells louder.
Suddenly I found myself in the middle of the smallest inner circle. I turned around, watching the faces, but still I wanted to see the silver flowers. Then the elf, which stood ahead cried and silver flower blossomed right before my feet. I knelt slowly and touched its petal. It was cold, and in the place where he came into contact with my skin,it turned cold blue. I shivered. I did not know what was happening to me, but I did not want to think about it. Magical flower hypnotized me. The longer I looked at him, the more I wanted to pluck it. With trepidation I took the silver petals and I had the impression that little plant is trembling, as if waiting to see what happens. I clenched my hand on the stalk. "It's now or never," I thought, and yanked my hand. I almost screamed when I saw the blood on my hands. The flower was still stuck in the ground, and there was a deep wound on my hand. I watched in disbelief at the work of elves. A few drops of blood fell one after the other on a flower.
Then several things happened at the same time. Elf with a further circle screamed, fell to the ground and disappeared, flower turned gray, and finally brown and fell to the ground, and the elves began to shout spell. They did not look at me, began to dissolve in my eyes, and their cry became more uniform and then I realized that it was my cry.
I woke up scared in a quiet and warm bedroom. The Sun was rising.
My daughter was born that day.
She was the first girl of many generations in our lineage.
"Is not she beautiful?" asked my wife, as beautiful as a summer evening. But my daughter really was beautiful. And I knew that she will not only surpass the beauty of his mother, but also all the women in the city, maybe even in the country.
A story that I mentioned, it's about elf. My dream for a few weeks overshadowed by the birth of my daughter, returned to me. I could not stop thinking about it and I wanted to recall when in my house appeared a stranger representative of elvish race. It must have been a very, very long time ago, and writing this I mean that it had to happen several generations ago, in the days when the Elves were numerous, and slavery approved.
Now the ratio for "free homework help" as it soothes the phenomenon is rather unfavorable. Of course it's accepted that rich families, performing in major functions are available to that type of service, but the slave markets are gone. And last official hunts for elves and half or even quarterelves were at mygrandfather's grandfather times.
Our slave probably appeared at the time of Gilbur the Eldest (skip describing, whose grandfather he and how many generations separates it from mine). At this point, accidental readers may notice strange age of my slave, but I will explain to the uninitiated that the elves are immortal and age, at least in the physical sense, has no effect on them. Since, however, it's not accept to talk about slaves too much, I'll skip the rest of the details of his ... otherness. I will only add that they were enslaved not without reason and not without reason they are considered to be extinct. In our world everything has a reason.
In all of the old diaries and chronicles I have found nothing about the slave, except that by some men of the house was praised for honest work, especially at a time when trade elves briefly became completely banned and you had to be careful that the "free worker" is not lost. Because immortality does not apply to, inter alia: mechanical injuries ...
I rejected diary with disgust. "Mechanical injuries" and "free worker are nonsense. I would like to tell you my true story, because although it was many hundreds of years ago, I remember it perfectly, and I still return to the most beautiful moments of life in my dreams. Because I am a slave. I also have a name, forgotten and old, but saved from oblivion after I got captured. I can not pronounce it, because it is written in runes and in a language that I do not remember, but I know what it means in the language of the people. Means "oath". Sure you do not know how sad it is to forget the name. But I remember how my friends said it: with love and devotion. They have never treated me as worse. We were equal.
I dreamt of green fields, full of people. They were people like our slave, that means not the people. They were elves, real, alive, free. They were standing in large circles under the stars and whispering. It was a spell, a good spell. When I took a breath, the sky lit up another star. The elves were holding hands, and I saw how tears flow down her cheeks, quite different from humans'. They were silver and glittering like stars. And when those tears dripped onto the grass, the silver flowers, glowing like stars, grew up in here. The cool, beautiful light beamed from them and lit up the earth as the stars light up the sky. Soon all the field was covered with flowers and a fairy glow fell on elves' faces, twisted in pain. They held their hands stronger and started to speak spells louder.
Suddenly I found myself in the middle of the smallest inner circle. I turned around, watching the faces, but still I wanted to see the silver flowers. Then the elf, which stood ahead cried and silver flower blossomed right before my feet. I knelt slowly and touched its petal. It was cold, and in the place where he came into contact with my skin,it turned cold blue. I shivered. I did not know what was happening to me, but I did not want to think about it. Magical flower hypnotized me. The longer I looked at him, the more I wanted to pluck it. With trepidation I took the silver petals and I had the impression that little plant is trembling, as if waiting to see what happens. I clenched my hand on the stalk. "It's now or never," I thought, and yanked my hand. I almost screamed when I saw the blood on my hands. The flower was still stuck in the ground, and there was a deep wound on my hand. I watched in disbelief at the work of elves. A few drops of blood fell one after the other on a flower.
Then several things happened at the same time. Elf with a further circle screamed, fell to the ground and disappeared, flower turned gray, and finally brown and fell to the ground, and the elves began to shout spell. They did not look at me, began to dissolve in my eyes, and their cry became more uniform and then I realized that it was my cry.
I woke up scared in a quiet and warm bedroom. The Sun was rising.
My daughter was born that day.
She was the first girl of many generations in our lineage.
"Is not she beautiful?" asked my wife, as beautiful as a summer evening. But my daughter really was beautiful. And I knew that she will not only surpass the beauty of his mother, but also all the women in the city, maybe even in the country.
A story that I mentioned, it's about elf. My dream for a few weeks overshadowed by the birth of my daughter, returned to me. I could not stop thinking about it and I wanted to recall when in my house appeared a stranger representative of elvish race. It must have been a very, very long time ago, and writing this I mean that it had to happen several generations ago, in the days when the Elves were numerous, and slavery approved.
Now the ratio for "free homework help" as it soothes the phenomenon is rather unfavorable. Of course it's accepted that rich families, performing in major functions are available to that type of service, but the slave markets are gone. And last official hunts for elves and half or even quarterelves were at mygrandfather's grandfather times.
Our slave probably appeared at the time of Gilbur the Eldest (skip describing, whose grandfather he and how many generations separates it from mine). At this point, accidental readers may notice strange age of my slave, but I will explain to the uninitiated that the elves are immortal and age, at least in the physical sense, has no effect on them. Since, however, it's not accept to talk about slaves too much, I'll skip the rest of the details of his ... otherness. I will only add that they were enslaved not without reason and not without reason they are considered to be extinct. In our world everything has a reason.
In all of the old diaries and chronicles I have found nothing about the slave, except that by some men of the house was praised for honest work, especially at a time when trade elves briefly became completely banned and you had to be careful that the "free worker" is not lost. Because immortality does not apply to, inter alia: mechanical injuries ...
I rejected diary with disgust. "Mechanical injuries" and "free worker are nonsense. I would like to tell you my true story, because although it was many hundreds of years ago, I remember it perfectly, and I still return to the most beautiful moments of life in my dreams. Because I am a slave. I also have a name, forgotten and old, but saved from oblivion after I got captured. I can not pronounce it, because it is written in runes and in a language that I do not remember, but I know what it means in the language of the people. Means "oath". Sure you do not know how sad it is to forget the name. But I remember how my friends said it: with love and devotion. They have never treated me as worse. We were equal.
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