Rating: 13 years
Status: Completed the first part. Someday I'll write the second
Notes: about controversial topics like slavery, love between same sex, etc. If you're too young, do not want to read about these topics (but are treated very gently) or read is not legal in your country ... do not follow. I wrote this years ago ... and remains the best I've ever written.
My name is Ilthea and along the road earning a living with my stories. People might find it exTMLXC My childhood was like any girl of the village, helping my mother with the housework, and learning all those things a good wife should know but at the same time, always embedded in the stories told by my elders , legends of the ladies of water, wind, fire and earth, tales of ancient times where after I spent hours and hours thinking. I also learned the arts of healing one of the elders of the people, I suppose, must have seen in my mind that absorbed and used everything that was trying to teach.
years passed without me anything noteworthy happen until, when he was already fifteen primAvera, the son of one of the local nobles were fixed on me. He was a man ten years older than me, used to say "I" and the whole world around rush to grant their wishes, so that does not make any grace my refusal and, when he went to demand my hand my parents, the fact that my father threatened to throw our dogs. I guess that's what he did that, when months later my family and I had forgotten the events, continue mulling over the best way to get back and get me ... I guess that still does not explain what happened next.
I was gone, as so often before, to beaches relatively close to my villageolvieron empty-handed, cursing about how slippery they were my friends. On one hand I was glad, since they were free but on the other, I realized that I was all alone. And suddenly, darkness.
next thing I remember is I woke up in a dark cabin, lying on a cot. When I opened my eyes I met a man wearing a wizard robe and explained that he had been captured by a slave. Needless to say, the news left me devastated, especially when the magician said, as if it were as normal in the world, who had paid for that would capture me and take me to the filthiest place possible and that their job asECURITY that was fulfilled. When all the pieces fell into place in my mind: the noble, angry that his son had been rejected, had prepared everything for me to receive my "deserved" punishment.
I began to notice a dull pain in my arm and when I look at it, I saw I had been seared, and placed an iron ring around the neck, thus making official loss my freedom. Soon after the ship's captain, a man, if you can apply the label of a man be so bestial, burly and with a look devoid of any feeling that it was not hatred or greed, entered the cabin, announcing I would have as his assistant personcall area. The sailors ran down the ship's deck, descazando candles and putting the ship at anchor to stabilize when, suddenly, the magician out of his cabin.
- is the T'sar! - Cried .- It is she who is handling the elements!
- Are you sure? It's just a girl! - Abdul had to yell to be heard above the roar of the waves.
Instead of answering, the magician ran to the cellar where slaves were imprisoned andthe color of clear sky, always showing the same contempt and determination, but reserving a little gesture and smiles for me. I did not know why, but his personality was very attractive, always a scathing comment about our captors, a beautiful story of his people to make me forget our situation or stoic indifference to pain that caused the wounds that the sun and the chains will torture had caused and added sea water that splashed.
Time passed and we were joining increasingly aware that we were the only support each other in this difficult situation. Finally one day I saw him. We were a littleElante the magician.
"No, you're not - you cut Abdul-will know what they do to those who try to sink ships and escape. You four, sujetadla. I will mark.
Four sailors approached Riva and seized arms and legs as she struggled, screaming, biting and scratching, trying to free. I tried to approach, but another sailor grabbed me and stopped me. Smiling like the butcher who was Abdul came up with the hot iron securely attached and, when he went to support him on the shoulder of Riva, is accessed girarsand leave a scar that will remain forever ... - She squeezed my hand with hers, while a reassuring smile appeared in his eyes, dismissively.
- When did we sell? - Asked looking at me hard.
"I have done ... Both have been bought by a trader ...
Riva closed his eyes and squeezed my hand tightly, making me feel at ease in any way that I still can not understand. I had started unconsciously stroking the hair when in improvisedXC
Niriet
's father nodded and sighed foreman having to conform to the wishes of the child, for he knew that the two could work much better on other sites and also to leave us at the mercy the wishes of the child would be cruel even for people of "second class" as we were.
We reluctantly parted and I went to serve my new mistress. After wash up and dress in a presentable enough for a domestic slave, I showed up in their rooms, where he immediately discovered that the angel who stood before her father was nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. The insults directed us to their slaves when we were alone with her was nothing compared to the humiliation and contempt that made us suffer in public and lashes with which we regaled each time which we did something that, in their eyes, you might consider fault or, simply, when he wanted.
That first night comes to the bedroom thinking they would not see any more of Riva and I was left all alone, when you notice that the bedrooms were common to all slaves. Seeing her arrive, sweaty and exhausted, I could not help bursting into tears of joy and embrace it for what I had to kneel. It's funny how I remember those smallies of its people still had not told me.
few years later, after a hard day especially when Niriet had been visited by a suitor who showed more looks of affection for the "properties" of this that to her, I met with punishment fifty lashes since, as my mistress, I had caused the waiter. When I was taken, unconscious, to the bedrooms, it was still daylight and did not wake up a few hours later, feeling cool relief on my back injury. I opened my eyes and saw Riva I was healing the wounds to the face very serious and, incredibly, tears in her eyes. At the moment I moved to let you know I was awaketo, and she hastened to wipe away that I was still whispering.
- torture you to you too?
-No ... Really, I think he has deeply annoyed that one of his slaves be happier than she is, despite everything bad that happens, and decided to find out the reason for that happiness and try to snatch it away. Failing miserably, if I may say so.
- Have you tried ...?
"More or less. It has strutted and hinted at how niceme for the trip, when you hear bout noise from the forge. I guessed, and I was right, it would Riva, so I ran toward it. When I close, I checked and did nothing to get guards, but the commotion did not diminish, indeed, increased. Then I saw. Was covered in blood, both own and others, and wielding a scythe with a fury never before seen in it. I went because I knew it was me you wanted, and she grabbed my hand and led me to the roof.
Once there I hold her waist and whisper a simple "no issues" as he jumped into the void ... and flew away. I remember I closed my eyes tightly, fearing that fall intoC
"Easy, - I whispered," it is nothing serious. Just a few scratches ...
-Look. Just look .- My voice had hardened and filled with concern these bleeding .- Te ... Let's find a place where we spend the night and I will heal. Let .- She looked tired and nodded weakly.
CHTMLand the two can not continue .- I opened my mouth to say it was unfair, since he played much better than her, when a look of Riva stopped me .- In addition, you gain if I give you, in recognition of your ability, half of what I have with me and Ubout, since you will have proven that I am not worthy of tañerlo.
- And if you win you? - Riva's voice was dangerously calm.
"Well, the nights are very lonely roads ... And I am profoundly glad to have met a lady as beautiful as you ...
CHéndole cadences and rhythms that made it resemble the melody that sings the wind blowing through the branches of trees. With wide eyes Lunen raised his hands, acknowledging his defeat, and gave us what was promised.
"I have overcome my lady, and you gave me a good lesson in humility, but tell me, because gnawing curiosity where did you learn to play well?
"The craftsman who built this instrument in particular - she replied, and I guess it was your teacher, never managed to beat my mother in this typeXC
We entered the village and, as we went, people watching us without really knowing what to expect or how to qualify. Without paying attention, I approached a man who was fixing a wheel of a car and asked for the house and Maegdu Zirion, my parents, at which I pointed to the bottom of the village head.
As we approached, Riva seemed more nervous ... and sad. It's strange, but in my excitement I did not realize at the time ... Something seemed to die in his eyes when he saw me next to my parents' house. I knocked on the door, terrified because I did not recognize, or because I rejectnot ... or thousands of different things, when my mother opened the door. The years had not passed in vain, and a thin web of wrinkles around the corners of his mouth and eyes. Some eyes widened when she recognized. After all I always said it was identical to one of my aunts, but a younger version.
My mother shouted to my father, and this I hold, making for a moment thought that I would break all the ribs ... Before you start screaming that her daughter, her only daughter, had returned. And thus prepare the feast. I attended all helpless to prevent it, smiling apologetically Riva. L had almost forgotten TMLXC
There's just too much that time can not heal ...
I love you. R.
When I realized the misunderstanding ... She believed that once the mine would leave ... But I loved her! My mother had read my speech, as I did when I was little, he smiled slightly, before indicating the direction in which it had flown off, and give me tips for the road. Also, I said that Riva had left me the strange instrument he had played
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