Play/pause the song.It is a part of the story.
There was once a fisherman who fell in love with a young maiden,a belle named Glavius. She was so lovely that the young fisherman was willing to do anything for her.In her heart Glavius was glad of the fisherman's infatuation,for she also had feelings for him.Her words however portrayed the opposite.
"I have heard countless men uttering those meaningless words.How they love me and adore me."she said."What could be different of you?"
To this the fisherman didn't answer,instead he gave her a wreath of flowers,tied together into a shape of a crown with little buds as ornament."Here is a gift for you."
Glavius took the crown-like flowers congregation and was about to put them on her head,when an idea suddenly struck her.As if it was an accident,the wreath flew from her hands and went into the sea.
"Oh the wind is so strong.The flowers are already in the water.Oh well,there goes your gift."
"Don't worry Glavius,I'll get them for you."
"Be quick then," said Glavius haughtily,though she felt secretly happy upon the fisherman eagerness.
The fisherman ran towards the sea,but accidentally brushed against an old man who came out of the sea all of a sudden.The old man weakly fell back into the water,so the fisherman quickly helped him and apologized.
"I am so sorry dear old man.I did not see you,as you suddenly appear.Are you hurt?"
"Where are you hurrying to?" asked the old man instead.
"I want to bring back my love's wreath of flower.Are you hurt old man?For I am now in a hurry."
"Why hurry?"
"To bring back my love's wreath,I said," a trace of impatient in his voice.
"To bring wreath,or are you afraid of her wrath?"
"Old man.What are you trying to say?That I do this insincerely?If you are trying to insult me,I have no time for this" retorted the fisherman,before he turned and jumped into the water.He however did not heard the old man reply,"Such foolishness."Nor did he saw the old man sinking into the water,disappearing mysteriously.
A distance away,Glavius waited impatiently as her suitor halted by an old man.She was looking upon the horizon when she heard a scream.Turning her head,she saw the fisherman laying on the beach,screaming in agony,and on his legs were marked with jellyfish stings while his hands grasping the wreath to bits.
Medicines were sought after but the stings took its toll on the fisherman.It rendered him impaired by pain,unable to move,let alone to go continue fishing.Thus the neighbours took pity on him,giving him food.A beggar and a cripple he became.His spirit was lifted however every morning when Glavius would come visit him as early when the dew still hang and stay until the sun almost set.Feeling guilty,she took care of him and stripped herself of her pretentious nonchalant attitude towards the fisherman.
She returned the fisherman feeling and was almost all the time by his side,attending to the fisherman,so tentatively that she grew weak and fell ill.After having recovered from fever,her family forbade Glavius from visiting the fisherman,thus what is left of his life joy gone forever.
The fisherman lay in pain,in his body and heart.
"Would you like to be well again?" asked a voice one night.
The fisherman turned towards the voice and saw the old man he saw nine full moons before.
"You are the old man at the sea,"he recognized."But how could you help me?Countless healers had tried.All were futile,and I will slowly die of this.Please leave me alone."
"All I ask is of you to forget the foolishness you called love,and to follow me as your master.Would you like to be well again,I ask you," asked the old man again.
"Hah.Try all you like," sneered the fisherman.
To his astonishment,the old man put his hand on the stings marking,before the pain slowly receded and finally vanished.He was about to thank the old man when he comprehended that the jellyfish was the old man.
"You tricked me!You evil creature!You were the damned jellyfish that stung me," exclaimed the fisherman.
"You promised to follow me as your master," said the old man calmly.
"Silence!" shouted the fisherman as he stormed out of his house,running towards Glavius'.
The old man was left alone,silently watching the fisherman ran.
"You promised," said the old man to himself.A spell and a reminder to the fisherman.
Almost reaching Glavius' house,the pain in the fisherman's leg came back little by little but growing ominously terrible the closer he came to his heart's desire.Mustering all his strength he stood outside the house,he shouted,"Glavius!"
His voice was heard clearly,causing the whole household to come out and see.However see they could not,for the fisherman was almost transparent as water,truly invisible in the night.Glavius' family search for the source of voice but couldn't find it.Thinking that some brat was playing a trick,Glavius' family members lost interest and went back inside one by one,leaving Glavius staring at the empty space.
"Glavius.." said the fisherman,his voice now barely a whisper.
"It is you!Where are you?" said Glavius.
The fisherman was about to answer when the old man suddenly appeared,"Leave her,keep your promise,your pain gone and she will be safe."
"Where are you?!" Glavius asked urgently.
"Answer me please," she continued.
Silence.
"Please."
There was still no answer,even when Glavius repeatedly called the fisherman's name.
Slowly she doubted herself.
"Are you really here?"
Note:Play/replay the song again at this point.Story~song.
p.s. The song is as you can see is sung by a talented Tsechische(czech) artist.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Bléumond 1.1
The first part of the 1st chapter
Near the city of Chandelion lived a landlord with his wife peacefully ruling a small town in the middle of Khoysu. After four years of marriage the landlord finally had a child, a daughter named Bléumond. A beautiful daughter she grew up to be under their love and guidance, that is until she reached the age of 10 years old. It was a stormy night and thunder clapped through the darkness as lightning tore through the sky. Bléumond was afraid of the sound, so she called for her mother but she received no reply. Thinking that her mother didn't hear her due to all the sounds, Bléumond went cowering back to sleep, crying believing that her mother didn't loved anymore. How wrong she was, as she woke up the next morning by the scream of the house servants. Bléumond ran to see what the racket was all about, only to be prevented from entering her mother's bedroom and his father's study room. It was soon however clear that her parents were killed the nights before by robbers and only by luck that they missed her room.
Thus Bléumond was orphaned at that day. The funeral was silently done and Bléumond continued to live alone under the care of the servants as her distant relatives were far away and were still on their way to pick her. On the first day, Bléumond sat alone and was in grief but she never cried, a thing she could not explain. So she sat all day long alone, except that is when she went to the market in the morning, for it was a custom for the peasants there that when a parent dies, the people at the market would give food to their children. Every morning for a week normally, the newly-orphaned would circle the market collecting offerings. Although Bléumond didn't exactly need the consoling gifts, it was a tradition she had to upkeep as the daughter of landlord, or so she was taught to think.
With a black scarf on her head, Bleumond dragged herself through the market, carrying a basket in her hand, while following behind her back was a donkey-cart. Fruits and vegetables, potatoes and many more were put into the cart by the town-people, while Bléumond collected flowers ahead of it. So she walked through the marketplace until she arrived to a little stall selling not the usuals but instead handicrafts put together from leaves and stones. hats more the seller was a man, a peculiarity in the market. Thus Bléumond stopped and peered at the seller while waiting for his offerings, in which she had to wait a little while, until that is she was impatient and could not wait anymore, she coughed.
The man turned around and faced Bléumond.
"Hello there. I’m sorry I was busy making a new piece," said the man pointing to a stone arranged to resemble a grazing goat."And what can I help you?"
"I'm the daughter of the landlord."Bléumond paused.
"Yes, I knew that. With your scarf and all. I’m sorry for your lost. My greatest condolence. However I was asking if you were interested in any of the pieces and would like to buy them."
"My parents had just died,“ she said and waited.
"Yes, I knew. My condolence. Now, would you like to buy anything?"
"But..I. You haven't given me anything."
"Must I? I’m afraid I won't give anything."Clearly his cordial voice was no impatient for a second, before he kept it back in check, „Would you like to buy anything, may I ask?"
Bléumond was lost of words and was about to move on when she spoke in such a calm manner, „It is the custom here when a parent dies, the seller in the market to help ease the burden."
Expecting to receive gifts from the man, Bléumond was disappointed as she turned and discovered the man preening at his handicraft obliviously. Then he said, „It is the custom here when a peasant dies. My condolence for you, but even as a stranger to this town, I know the custom and I will not give you any gifts."He added, "Now if you would move as the lovely madams behind you would like to buy my piece."
Bléumond was stunned thus continued walking as prompted, bringing with her the curious women observing the scene. After a full round through the market, Bléumond headed home. As if under a spell, only when she put her foot on the doorstep did Bléumond felt angry towards the man at the market. She felt a sudden surge of contempt that she began to utter comments and retorts she wanted to say before to the man, all in a single breath. She spoke so fast that the servants thought the young child had lost her mind to grief and began to console her. Bléumond finally settled outside on the lawn, scorning the man in her thoughts. All day long she was with her thoughts and thus she passed the night without thinking of her dead parents that day.
Prepared to confront the man, Bléumond went to the market the next day eagerly but to her disappointment the man was not to be seen. She went around the marketplace but only in vain. All the while however she noticed some of the other sellers also began to not give any gifts and some of them were whispering behind her back. Bléumond was intrigued and was about to command them to speak up when she noticed the handicraft man, arguing with another seller. Quickly Bléumond walked towards them but suddenly a crowd of people blocked her way.
"Excuse me peasants, let me through."
The crowd began to close upon her slowly as she muttered those words.
Near the city of Chandelion lived a landlord with his wife peacefully ruling a small town in the middle of Khoysu. After four years of marriage the landlord finally had a child, a daughter named Bléumond. A beautiful daughter she grew up to be under their love and guidance, that is until she reached the age of 10 years old. It was a stormy night and thunder clapped through the darkness as lightning tore through the sky. Bléumond was afraid of the sound, so she called for her mother but she received no reply. Thinking that her mother didn't hear her due to all the sounds, Bléumond went cowering back to sleep, crying believing that her mother didn't loved anymore. How wrong she was, as she woke up the next morning by the scream of the house servants. Bléumond ran to see what the racket was all about, only to be prevented from entering her mother's bedroom and his father's study room. It was soon however clear that her parents were killed the nights before by robbers and only by luck that they missed her room.
Thus Bléumond was orphaned at that day. The funeral was silently done and Bléumond continued to live alone under the care of the servants as her distant relatives were far away and were still on their way to pick her. On the first day, Bléumond sat alone and was in grief but she never cried, a thing she could not explain. So she sat all day long alone, except that is when she went to the market in the morning, for it was a custom for the peasants there that when a parent dies, the people at the market would give food to their children. Every morning for a week normally, the newly-orphaned would circle the market collecting offerings. Although Bléumond didn't exactly need the consoling gifts, it was a tradition she had to upkeep as the daughter of landlord, or so she was taught to think.
With a black scarf on her head, Bleumond dragged herself through the market, carrying a basket in her hand, while following behind her back was a donkey-cart. Fruits and vegetables, potatoes and many more were put into the cart by the town-people, while Bléumond collected flowers ahead of it. So she walked through the marketplace until she arrived to a little stall selling not the usuals but instead handicrafts put together from leaves and stones. hats more the seller was a man, a peculiarity in the market. Thus Bléumond stopped and peered at the seller while waiting for his offerings, in which she had to wait a little while, until that is she was impatient and could not wait anymore, she coughed.
The man turned around and faced Bléumond.
"Hello there. I’m sorry I was busy making a new piece," said the man pointing to a stone arranged to resemble a grazing goat."And what can I help you?"
"I'm the daughter of the landlord."Bléumond paused.
"Yes, I knew that. With your scarf and all. I’m sorry for your lost. My greatest condolence. However I was asking if you were interested in any of the pieces and would like to buy them."
"My parents had just died,“ she said and waited.
"Yes, I knew. My condolence. Now, would you like to buy anything?"
"But..I. You haven't given me anything."
"Must I? I’m afraid I won't give anything."Clearly his cordial voice was no impatient for a second, before he kept it back in check, „Would you like to buy anything, may I ask?"
Bléumond was lost of words and was about to move on when she spoke in such a calm manner, „It is the custom here when a parent dies, the seller in the market to help ease the burden."
Expecting to receive gifts from the man, Bléumond was disappointed as she turned and discovered the man preening at his handicraft obliviously. Then he said, „It is the custom here when a peasant dies. My condolence for you, but even as a stranger to this town, I know the custom and I will not give you any gifts."He added, "Now if you would move as the lovely madams behind you would like to buy my piece."
Bléumond was stunned thus continued walking as prompted, bringing with her the curious women observing the scene. After a full round through the market, Bléumond headed home. As if under a spell, only when she put her foot on the doorstep did Bléumond felt angry towards the man at the market. She felt a sudden surge of contempt that she began to utter comments and retorts she wanted to say before to the man, all in a single breath. She spoke so fast that the servants thought the young child had lost her mind to grief and began to console her. Bléumond finally settled outside on the lawn, scorning the man in her thoughts. All day long she was with her thoughts and thus she passed the night without thinking of her dead parents that day.
Prepared to confront the man, Bléumond went to the market the next day eagerly but to her disappointment the man was not to be seen. She went around the marketplace but only in vain. All the while however she noticed some of the other sellers also began to not give any gifts and some of them were whispering behind her back. Bléumond was intrigued and was about to command them to speak up when she noticed the handicraft man, arguing with another seller. Quickly Bléumond walked towards them but suddenly a crowd of people blocked her way.
"Excuse me peasants, let me through."
The crowd began to close upon her slowly as she muttered those words.
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