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Post by Siana Lo'Rendil on Oct 9, 2006 11:19:44 GMT -5
« Beauty is a dilemma »… She knew that for a long time… but only now she really understands the truth of this ancient knowledge. Past, present, future… nothing. No reality. No truth. It’s always the same story… the same beautiful sky… the same immaculate stars who shines under the battlefield…
Another world, another time… another tyrant… another battle… another death… humankind never change.
The death’s smell’s spreading in the plain… a few thousand people died today but she doesn’t feel anything… it seems that you can get accustomed to anything when the time goes on…
She turns the battlefield back and begins to walk. Until the next world, the next time, the next battle…
But this world doesn’t want her to live. Someone’s near. She stops. Her deep voice calmly rises up. “Show yourself. I don’t remember having ever eating anyone.”
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Post by Keamia Eini'dren on Oct 9, 2006 11:33:33 GMT -5
Keamia meant to lie down and rest for only a short time when walking outside of the domain's mansion. The afternoon was barely half over, but it already had been an exhausting day. Her family at war with another, she wondered if her older brother was still standing on the battlefield. She was next in line, and, as a girl, the last one. Someone was close. She sat up and looked around. Cold trails of sweat lined her face, and her hands were most and clammy. She heard a noise around her, but didn't dare moving. A soldier, perhaps. She was, after all, near the battlefied.
She heard the voice, but stayed on the ground for a moment. Kiemia wasn't glad for the company, but lifted her head with pride and stood up. Daughter of the Eini'dren family she was, and with honor she had to meet her guest. Weither an enemy or not. Runing away would cause her family's death in dishonor...
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Post by Siana Lo'Rendil on Oct 9, 2006 15:26:57 GMT -5
Slowly facing the other, she seems to look at something far away behind the newcomer… “ho ! I see something really interesting in you… Prideful… powerful…”… she marks a silence to observe the one who seems to bear so much weight on her shoulders…
She starts to speak again, bowing and smiling with evident irony. ”Do your greatness want something from the old lady I am?” A silence again… a cold wind blows slightly in her face, revealing it’s the perfection.
Then she sits down on her knees with the little lack of speed that gives the impression that she’s not at her place in this world. Putting aside her staff, her voice change drastically in the deep, loud voice she used earlier. and with no irony at all this time : “Or are you here to teach me the reality of your life?”
A new gust of wind seems to clean the plain between the two women alive…
“Want to share a cup of tea… miss Landlord?”
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Post by Keamia Eini'dren on Oct 9, 2006 23:26:35 GMT -5
Keamia slipped her hands under the folds of her nicely woven clothes, embarassed for some reason she did not understand.
" Landlord...? I am not. Only a daughter of the Eini'dren family, as my brother still is the heir of this domain. ''
The girl flipped her hair out of her face, in a gracious, almost dancing, movement of her hand, and looked at the stranger. She was on her domain, even if on a battlefield, she should have felt at her place. And yet, she did not. Mia couldn't explain it, but somehow the old woman appeared too confident. She didn't dare questioning her about it, though.
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Post by Siana Lo'Rendil on Oct 10, 2006 9:36:48 GMT -5
A small and sad smile draws on the old witch’s face… her arrogant eyes suddenly change to something far lesser hurting…
“Ho I see… you don’t know already… please my poor friend… miss Eini’dren… please, take the time to sit down a minute. I fear I need to say an awful thing to you…”
She starts to slowly look every where as if she’s searching the right things… or may be the right words… as if they have ever existed…
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Post by Keamia Eini'dren on Oct 10, 2006 9:52:11 GMT -5
The witch looked odd enough for one to run away, yet, she wasn't allowed such a childish attitude. Codes of honor were sometimes hard on the mind, and the girl was among the first to admit it. She stepped foward, her deep brown eyes flickering with an almost golden touch, and sat down in queenly manners. Fitting her role, as always. Even here, she could smell the stench of the battlefield, and taste the bitter bite of blood. Her brother would have never allowed her to come here, yet she had to see the war with her own eyes. One day she would stand as wife of another family ruler, offered as a gift to seal an alliance, and did not want her future husband to look at her as a dumb woman. So she lifted her eyes to meet those of the lady in front of her, and held her gaze for a long time, or what seemed like a long time.
" Tea I will not drink, though. " she shook her head, this was not the rightful way to say it. Yet the lady was not from this country, she could see it very clearly. And the sun was shining so hard on her heavy clothes, it was hard to concentrate.
" What awful tidings do you think you must tell me about? " She raised an eyebrow at the thought a stranger would know more than her, and firmly decided not to believe a word of what the other woman might tell her. War was such a pain, one could have sent her to bring false news to her domain, and thus give the ennemy a chance to strike.
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Post by Siana Lo'Rendil on Oct 10, 2006 10:57:21 GMT -5
The witch isn’t really surprised. This “little girl” is proud, but that’s just how she was raised… perhaps after two or three centuries will she learn how bitter is the nation’s pride or family’s one… in fact, with the current events she could understand it right now… but she will certainly not be able to.
To bring her truth to herself, the witch must first gain her trust…
“Well… it seems I don’t need to say anything since you won’t believe anything I will say.” She stands up with a surprising speed and agility. “Want to see by your own eyes, warrior?” She turns her back to the suspicious girl saying “I don’t think you want to go first, do you? After all I’m just a wandering old witch who can be an enemy… please, let’s suppose I’m not…. Even if it’s just for a moment…”
“Ho and… I haven’t already told you my name, right? Well… (How the hell can I be knew around here)… You can call me Siani for now. I’m the Eternal Witch, if you ever had heard of me…”
Then she seems to wait the girl in order to lead her to another place…
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Post by Keamia Eini'dren on Oct 10, 2006 11:35:39 GMT -5
Mia looked at the witch for a very long time after that. Who was she, to come on her domain, and try to rule her around? A slave, perhaps, that escaped and now tries to gain the honor she should never have? She stood up, in slow manners, as if testing the patience of her guest. She smiled to that thought. A guest....in fact, was she the lady's guest, on her own territory, or was the witch her guest? She shook her head, and raised her head high, again. She gazed in the direction of the battlefield, ravens were already roaming around the corpses. She liked the birds, unlike most people of her kin. Cold and proud birds. Soaking in blood without a flinch of the eyes, by duty, and only duty.
She sighed '' Why should I follow you in the first place, lady Siani? I am no warrior, simply daughter of a noble family. Although the battlefields hold almost no secret to me... ''
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Post by Siana Lo'Rendil on Oct 10, 2006 12:02:12 GMT -5
“No secrets, right? This particular one seems to keep something from you… but you ask a good question so I must answer. In fact, I like to tell people what they already know…”
For the first time, the Witch looks right in the eyes of the girl and speaks slowly with her deep and powerful voice which seems to come from another dimension. “You should follow me because your pride doesn’t allow yourself to show fear to any stranger. You should follow me because you need to know what I can know of your land that you don’t know. You should follow me because you are a survivor of this war who needs to be able to tell this story. You should follow me because you are a little curious woman who won’t be able to sleep tonight if you don’t get a look… but more importantly, you will follow me because you desire to do so…”
Then the fool old lady blinks and regains her precedent voice… “I’m sorry miss. It seems I was a bit odd… please… come with me. I’m alone, I’m not able to hurt you here and don’t want to… In addition, you wear a nice sword which isn’t, I’m sure, only at your side for the look it gives you.”
“ho and… no ’Lady’ me please. I don’t have any noble rank… at least in this time and place. Should we go? Or do you really want to set camp here, nearby the charnel?”
With this, the choices of the Eini’dren daughter would be extremely reduced…
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Post by Keamia Eini'dren on Oct 10, 2006 12:09:52 GMT -5
Keamia had no wish to follow the witch, but she feared Siania would never let her go. Besides, a part of her wanted to see what the witch had seen... She sighed and shook her head.
"No, the sword at my side is to protec myself from people like you, actually. I might be only a daughter, I can still defend myself. " she frowned a little at that. She knew the witch to be powerful, yet couldn't abide to all her demands.
" AS you wish then, I shall follow you. But know that I love the smell of the battlefield and it is not because I mind staying here that I follow you. I am master of my own will, and of my own free will I shall follow you. May the gods grant me luck. '' she bowed a little to the lady, and traced the sign of the sun god out of thin air, as honor required.
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Post by Siana Lo'Rendil on Oct 10, 2006 12:38:29 GMT -5
“Since I’m only a stranger here, I don’t know the subtleties of your code. So I can’t respond to you correctly. But I appreciate your feelings… Please come with me, I’ll lead you there… to your destiny.”
They walk silently for nearly three hours in straight line to theses raven. The smarter beings in the battlefields. No risk, no harm and plenty of food. That’s the spirit to survive…
And then, the night fall…
always the same story… the same beautiful sky… the same immaculate stars who shines under the battlefield… the same time… past, present future… only one time… and one tragedy. Just like his ancestors, the Eini’dren general‘s body lies just in the middle of the field covered with a light mantle to protect him from the raven’s claw. A red and brown mantle which match perfectly with the old fool lady’s outfit… no blood on this corpse, no mud. Just a sword in it’s hips show that he’s not sleeping… calm and dignity. That’s everyone will feel behind the body of this proud man.
“I think You needed to see this… Miss Landlord.” say Siani with a bow… a respectful one this time.
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Post by Keamia Eini'dren on Oct 11, 2006 18:24:23 GMT -5
Feelings? The word struck Keamia down her chest. She had no feelings for the witch, simply wanted to end everything sooner. She shook her head, sighed in an almost silent way, noblelity had taught her that. Now, if the witch could lead her to her destiny? It made her smile a little, although not much for she didn't want it to look bold. Her destiny was in the gods' hands, of course, but no one than her could lead her foward.
They started to walk toward the battlefield, and she started to regret her words. Three hours were a long time, and darknses was falling down upon them. Yet honor alone kept her walking behind the lady. Honor to hold her words, and her promises.
It didn't take her lots of time to realize who was lying on the ground. Sadness caught her mind, as she thought another one had died for nothing. No, it wouldn't be for nothing. Her family would raise high, she would make them shine! Silently she walked to her brother's corpse. He looked asleep, peaceful, and she envied him. She didn't say a word to the witch, angry that she had taken upon her responsability to show her that. As if she had anything do to with her family.
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