Echo of the Lake

The night was warm. The wind that always seemed to past the lake made its way through the branches of an old oak. As always, Kalais was sitting near the Terakis lake, watching in awe as the moonlight was falling upon the water.
A year had past since Kalais left this place. He was bound to it, his roots had spread their weeds and therefore, made him into the prisoner he was. But, it wasn’t a curse for him. He had an important mission, for the lake seemed silent but deep beneath the surface lay a creature who fed upon the fears of Terakisians. He would draw them with his voice, then spread his talons as his fangs feast upon their souls. Kalais had never seen the eerie creature nor had he heard him move. But, he still knew that the legend was more than an old tale, more than the truth that came with the wind as it whispered into his ears.
Kalais shifted his weight. The scent that hit him seemed to come from the tear-shaped lake. He moved closer, gripping the weapon in his hands even tighter. Kalais gazed upon the lake. If you looked closely, you could see the night sky mirror onto the surface of the water, just near the figure that seemed to hover above the lake.
Kalais instantly rose from the ground, backing away from the monstrous silhouette, just so he could look into an empty space. Shock mixed with disappointment filled Kalais’s lungs. He started to cough as his body fell to the ground. Once again, he looked in the reflection of the water, looked at the creature with opsidian eyes. But now, the reflection was missing Kalais.
The wind, once again sang to him, mixed with deception. There never had been a Kalais. The monster rose from the ground one last time. A noise broke from the forest. Visitors, though the creature, beginning singing his lullaby of death.

The Queen of Ice

I.

The stars basked the night in their glow. Under the mountain laid a pine forest, gruesome and undiscovered. Husky wind that blew through the branches drove out unwelcome visitors from the hideous forest.

Truncated into the mountains, which had encircled the forest, lay a small town called Eratonia. Its folks hidden behind wooden doors, waiting for the winter to come. They locked their doors with fear of the unknown, repellent to touch the outside. Everyone except for one.

Someones footsteps defied the feeling of the folk. Someone was really that crazy to walk at night in this freezing land. Kassiopeia pushed away the old cottage door. Her act was followed by a loud crunch.

She turned swiftly, looking at the between her and the King of Thieves. A smug smile lay across the thief’s face, as silent tautness filled the small cottage air. Kassiopeia tried to fight of the firm grips of the men that held her arms, but they wouldn’t let her go.

The King of Thieves, exhaling smoke, made a few steps toward the girl. She looked at him with a piercing stare. Looked at the traitor to her kingdom. His footsteps stopped before her feet. The stink of smoke spread all around them.

“What do you think, fellas? How much will we get for her?!” He asked loud, addressing to the men around him, but eyes fixed on the girl in front of him. There was no doubt that he enjoyed in her cold and sad glances. Sadist.

“Princess, I would beg you to sit down.” The thief directed his hands at a small tree stump. Kassiopeia looked in disgust. Did he really think that she, the princess of Aradis and the first born child of Rexiel and Henna Nefriya would sit on something like that?! He was full of himself!

“Something isn’t to your liking?” Asked the captor his captive. Kassiopeia almost chocked in irony. She repress the lump in her throat as she said: “I think I can stand- thank you very much!”, bitterness left her mouth, pulling from the leash. How long will they tolerate her before they stabbed or hang her? The princess could have lowered the dose of arrogance, but why? Why would she any other way talk to some skivs and rotters?

“As you wish.” The thief smiled, letting the last bit of smoke fill the place around the princess. Kassiopeia fought back to show her disgust, even though the stink of smoke was all around her. The thief had carelessly quenched the burned corn leaf on an wooden table, disregarding the fact that he was destroying someone else’s belonging.

“When the royal guards find you, only cinder will be left of your body.” She bit her lips the moment the harsh words came out of her mouth. The thief’s hoarse- laughter spread a chill down the princess’s body.

Suddenly, the strong texture of his face got serious, it froze on site. “Then the will fall with me as well, burned into the same adust ground.” Arctic- blue eyes looked sternly at the young princess. “I’m looking forward to our encounter, princess.” He spit out the last word, as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Shiver had spread once again onto Kassiopeia’s spine. She held her breath and swallowed hard. She missed her home so much! “Take her to the upper rooms. On the floor lays a mattress.” Said the thief to his men, turning his back on the princess.

Kassiopeia send his way a nasty looked. He was the reason why tonight she wouldn’t sleep in her wide bed that was wrapped in silk. She was so disgusted by him, from his dominant appearance to the icy eyes who only judged and evaluated.

The men held the princesses’s shoulders,pushing her forward. Those were men who didn’t have respect to their own kingdom. Loyal to one man instead of a whole country, thought Kassiopeia, letting them take her at the upper level of this ancient cottage.

She climbed up the long steps, every step harder than the last one. Letting a small sight, the princess opened the door to an even smaller room. Cold air rushed to her. The corners of the wall were filled with moist blackness. One small window allowed the cold to spend the night. Not just spent the night but also make herself at home in this miniature room. Everything looked old and untouched. As if the room wasn’t used for a decade. Kassiopeia’s stomach made a sound. She almost vomited the royal breakfast she had a couple of hours ago. Or had it been even more?

“Your room.” Husky voice tickled her neck. The man let go of her gentle shoulders, giving her a piece of cloth.

Eyes still fixed on the room, Kassiopeia held the cloth. In her hands, it felt rough and worn out. Something the princess had never before felt in her hands.

She closed her eyes, letting the men leave her all alone in the freezing room. Just her and the cold. Representative of her kingdom she barely even knew.

After she her the door closed behind her, Kassiopeia studied the material in her hands. Long dust- colored robe fell to the ground. Even her maids didn’t wear this!

She looked at her purple skirt, special made for the previous night’s ball. How foolish of her, believing she could walk freely in the outside garden without any guards. Such foolishness and stupidity.

Her gaze flit to a modest blanket that was flipped onto a mattress that was filled with stains. Kassiopeia didn’t even want to know where those stains came from. Silent tears spread down her rosy cheeks. If she believed in the Deity, in a blink of an eyes she would start saying prayers, yet Kassiopeia didn’t have anything else to do except to start crying. Tear after tear they descended down to her old nightgown. How she missed her home! Her sumptuous castle were everyone adored her.

She wiped the tears down her face, then looked at the small window. Chance of her return held were small as this window, yet the wind managed to come in and out. Lucky. He was free to go wherever he wished.

Suddenly, the cold started touching the princesses’s cheeks, caressing her rosy skin with a freezing breath. Kassiopeia stood closer to the window, closing the flow of coldness. She did that. The princess understood the power she held.

Her gaze flew to the night sky. The stars were bright on the gigantic canvas of the night. She will leave this house. She will do it, alone or with help from another person, but she won’t waste a minute longer in this hellhole.

Royal blood that flows through her veins is stronger than any piece of wood or stone. She won’t die in this imprisonment! Doesn’t matter if she’s a princess or a peasant, her death deserves a more colossal tone. She will get out and find her way back home, even if she has to destroy this place brick by brick!

The melody that spread through the ballroom filled Kassiopeia’s mind with memory. She couldn’t quieten the turbulence of her thoughts that crept in like phantoms on a dark night’s wind.

The Crown of Deceit

After she spent her whole life in a castle under supervision, princess Kassiopeia Nefriya was stolen from the autumn ball.
Now, she is under the firm grip of one of the most notorious assassins in the kingdom of Aradis.
And no. The King of Thieves didn’t stool her just because of the money, but on behalf of the queen’s command. Kassiopeia’s mother want’s to see her dead.
Even though scared and put in an unknown situation, Kassiopeia’s passion for life starts to burn even brighter. Soon, the princess will run away from her home just so she could find the truth about the world that starts to unravel before her eyes.

Abilities that differentiated people are now band. The possession of elements has turned into myth and legend, just like the creatures that came with it and are forever stuck in this world. What will Kassiopeia do when she finds out the truth about herself?

Her new experiences and the truth that follows her through her kingdom, are in a constant battle. Will she get the freedom she hopes to receive or will she follow the path that has been written for her before she was born?

A Poem

When I will watch the starlit sky with you, truly I will be happy.

For we will be overwhelmed by some new and deep feelings of closeness,

which will awaken in us two opposites; one, very quiet while another turbulent but silent.

Over the night sky, the star will be scattered to dance,

admiring young couple who are looked upon with great respect.

And by our place, I will be waiting for you.

Where space ends and the longing begins.

Above the bridge, surrounded by oak, my thoughts will follow

overpowered by the echo of your name.

Trapped shackles of my melancholy, bathed in nocturne verse, will be awaken.

While ultimately the Universe will burst with hope, because it found the one that was the longest lost.

Its echo will be filled with desire and love.

Even the lightest words will come in echoes. Clean and scrappy.

Filled with love.

Then I will be happy.

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I was barely sixteen when I wrote this and I was in love (I know, poor me), but I still like this ”poem” because it was my first attempt at poetry and inspiration hit me. Don’t try to find meaning in it, it’s just word game. 🙂

Leprechaun

Once upon a year ago lived a man who couldn’t let go. In Summer, when the winds were filled with warmth, he saw a little Leprechaun. The creature’s majestic skin smiled to the Sun, as its face bathed in light.

He looked pale, with white hair that danced as the wind was blowing. But, the most interesting thing was that his eyes were like dust. Shades of grey mixed with dark starlight. ”He was truly a beautiful soul.”, thought the man as he couldn’t let go.

The Leprechaun looked at the birds that were flying to the bay, so the old man tried to move away. As he reached the sacred branches of an oak, the Leprechaun heard a noise.

When their eyes met, he couldn’t believe the power he felt. Leprechaun moved his body to stare better at the old man. Silence filled the air.

”You… You, I… Sorry.” The old man barely spoke.

”Are you sorry?” There was a note of cynicism in his voice, one only a Leprechaun can awoke.

The man’s eyes darted away with amazement. ”Such wonderful creature, he must be so happy!” Leprechaun looked back at the birds, which flew away. ”They’re gone now… Lucky.” The man couldn’t understand the Leprechaun’s disappointment.

”They were just birds.”, said the old man. Now a smile came across the Leprechaun’s face. ”Yes, but they had the power to fly away. I envy them.”

At that moment, something happened to that man. The beauty of the Leprechaun suddenly melted. ”How can he not see the beauty in himself?” Thought the old man.

”You are powerful, too.”

The Leprechaun looked back at the burning Sun and slightly smiled. ”So are you and yet… You envy me.”

Years past, but the old man thought only of one thing and that was the power of a single man who can do anything he sets his mind to. He is after all, another drop of the Universe.

 

Disclaimer: I wrote it when I was sixteen for homework. (It’s old!)

Oluja

I.

 

Mjesečina se probijala kroz krošnje stabala osvjetljavajući siluete u mraku.

 

Glasni koraci muškaraca prekinuli su spokoj noći. Jedan za drugim, ispunjavali su šumsku stazu obasjanu svjetlošću. Bez imalo straha kretali su se borovom šumom, budeći divlje zvijeri i ostale stanare hladnoga područja. No na svoj jad, prekinuli su san najopasnijem grabežljivcu od svih.

 

Očiju prošaranih gorućim prezirom, grabežljivac je promatrao muškarce kako se skrivaju iza životinjskog krzna.

 

Nepozvani, slobodno se krećući njenom šumom, budeći sve što joj je pripadalo, kako bi došli do onoga što je svakom kapljicom krvi štitila upravo od njih. Ratnica se osmjehnula. Oh, kako li će samo uživati dok će im zupčasti nokti derati kožu, baš kao što su oni činili njenim šumskim prijateljima.

 

Ratnica je nategnula strijelu spremajući se odapeti je prema probisvijetima koji su joj krali san. No, šuškanje je prestalo. Koraci su utihnuli i vjetar se umirio. Svaka kretnja kao da se stopila s elementalima i postala dio prirode.

Ljudi su bili naivni i slaboumni, nisu vidjeli u mraku, no svejedno su se bezbrižno šetali šumom. No njen vid bio je bolji tijekom noći kad je užarenu kuglu zamijenilo platno zvijezda.

 

Zvukovi su iznenada dolazili s istoka udaljavajući se od zimzelenih borova i nestajući iz vidokruga vilinske ratnice. Anora ih je i dalje mogla čuti, njihovo gnjusno pričanje i grohotan smijeh. Tijekom svih svojih sto dvadeset i četiri godine života nikada nije osjetila toliko gnjeva kao što je to bilo sada, u ovome trenutku, prema tim stvorovima.

Nisu bili svjesni koliko li su sreće imali. Da ratnica kojim slučajem nije pronašla hranu, lako ih je mogla zamijeniti sa srnetinom. Okus bi joj bio isti.

 

Anora je zatvorila oči i pustila vjetru da joj mrsi kosu. Kratki uvojci boje ebanovine plesali su s vjetrom. Pod prstima je osjetila studen zatim bujicu hladnoće kako se slabašno uspinje tijelom. Proživljavala je vjetar više no itko. Poznavala je njegovu jačinu i dodire. Bili su jedno – ona i vjetar dijelili su dušu.

Znala je to zbog vjetrove pjesme koja joj se zavukla duboko pod kožu, prste te dušu. Svaki  povjetarac njoj je predstavljao ponovno ujedinjenje s najdubljim kutovima same sebe.

 

Osvrnula se iza sebe i pogledala kobaltno kamenje kružnog oblika. Osmjehnula se misli koja joj je prostrujila umom. Ubojita ratnica čeka posljednje izdahe čuvajući naslagu kamenja. Ironija bi bila preblaga riječ za ovaj scenarij.

 

Plavo kamenje ponosno je sjalo na mjesečini. Slučajan prolaznik lako je mogao zamijeniti naslagu kamenja s bunarom. Ipak, njegova se vanjština nije razlikovala od ostalih bunara u okolici. No duboko pod zemljom ,,bunar” je dijelio dva svijeta, služeći kao vrata koja su ih spajala.

 

Anora je stala čistiti oštricu bodeža, u isto vrijeme osluškujući svojim vilinskim sluhom obzor. Morala je vječito biti na oprezu jer opasnost nije pitala niti čekala prigodan trenutak. Ne, opasnost se dogodi i to uvijek neočekivano.

 

Oči su joj se sklapale, ali Anora nije posustala ni trenutka. Zabila je nokte u dlanove probijajući tkivo sve do krvi. Morala je ostati budna i čuvati jedinu stvar koja joj je davala svrhu. Zakletvu koju je donijela hrabro je nosila oko srca, znajući što će se dogoditi ako se čovjek domogne i ovog bunara. Vilenjaci su bili divlji i agresivni, no nisu se mogli mjeriti ratobornošću i pohotom koja se protezala čovjekovim venama i punila mu srce pohlepom.

 

Prije se nalazilo svega nekoliko bunara koji su omogućavali slobodno kretanje u ostale svjetove. No, ljudska ksenofobija prevladala je njegovu želju za znanjem te su zatrpali svaki postojeći bunar, osim jednoga. Anora i ostali vilinski ratnici hrabro su čuvali posljednji prolaz boreći se skoro svakoga dana s čovjekom.

 

Na samome početku bilo ih je petero, sad je ostao tek jedan čuvar. Sve što je ratovanjem izgubila, bilo je ispisano po Anorinu tijelu. Protezalo se od ruku pa sve do gležnjeva u šarama ljubičaste boje, podsjećajući ratnicu zašto je bilo bitno ostati budan. Odgovor je ležao preda njom, sačinjen od plavoga kamena te prekriven mahovinom.

No Anora neće dati svoj život za kamen. Ne, učinit će to radi ispisanih šara po svome tijelu i zakletve koju su predstavljale. Ne samo prema vilinskom rodu, već i prijateljima čije su kosti gazile životinje dok im je duša tekla s potokom ili pratila ritam vjetra.

 

Anora si je dopustila tek na trenutak zatvoriti oči, udišući šumski zrak duboko u svoja pluća.

 

II.

 

Vjetrom se protezao pjev ptica prema proplanku pa sve do raskošnog zaklona stabala. Vilinski je ratnik vješto izbjegavao raštrkano granje i koprivasto tlo.

 

Miris koji ga je vukao prema cilju prostrujio mu je cijelim tijelom, obuzimajući mu svaki živac. Taj mu se miris ponekad znao ušuljati u san, ispreplitati maštu s javom sve dok ne bi osjetio fizičku bol.

Nije to bio samo miris već i sjećanje popraćeno njime, sjećanje na davno pobjeđene ratove i osjećaj trijumfa što bi se javljali svakoga puta kad bi osjetio nalet vjetra.

Baš kao i vilinsku ratnicu odavno odbjeglu. Ne samo od života koji su dijelili skupa, već njegova čeličnog srca.

Pratio je osjećaj koji je ležao duboko pod njegovim srcem, zakopan i zaključan.

 

Izvadio je oštricu mača, pripremajući se upasti u vidokrug ratnice. No, njen miris našao mu se s leđa. Ratnik je stisnuo držalo mača smišljajući sljedeći potez. Koraci su zastali puštajući tišini da se smjesti između dvaju vilenjaka. Nije se smio okrenuti, bilo bi to kao da joj je predao svoj mač i glavu na pladnju.

 

„Orion…”Na poziv svojega imena, ratnik koji je stoljećima gazio čovjeka i slavodobitno osvajao svaku bitku pred sobom, je pokleknuo. Iz ubitačnog stroja pretvorio se u novorođenče bez imalo samokontrole. Sve zbog sitne vilenjakinje iza sebe.

Okrenuo se.

 

Anorine oči razrogačeno su gledale Orionove. Nije ih ni na trenutak maknula s dva opsidijana koja su joj uzvraćala pogled. Svojim azurnim očima upijala mu je dušu, kopajući po emocijama duboko izvan dosega površine.

 

I dok su stajali jedan pred drugim, srca glasno odzvanjajući šumom, Orion je ispustio kapljicu koja mu je ostala pod okom. Onu koja nije željela izaći na dan njihova rastanka dok se njegova ratnica gušila suzama. Ta kapljica bila je kao i on – kukavica.

 

Koljena su mu popustila, prokleta bila što ga nisu slušala! Pokušao se održati na njima, no njegovo tijelo prestalo je slušati naredbe. Kao nekada, njihova poputna sinkronizacija srušila je mladu ratnicu na hladnu mahovinu. Sada su oboje klečali, lica ispunjena suzama, bez ijednog pomaka.

Riječi im nisu napuštale usnice jer one su bile marginalne. Oči su im zamjenile usta te su međusobno komunicirali dugim pogledima.

 

Orion je vidio sve što je njegova mala ratnica proživjela, njegova oluja. Žar i energija koji su tekli njegovim tijelom mogao je obuzdati samo njen vjetar. Tako je i bilo. Stoljećima su se međusobno ispunjavali darovima prirode dok naposljetku nisu postali jedno. On je osjećao njen vihor, bila ona miljama daleko ili stajala točno pred njim – a ona je mogla okusiti pepeo i osjetiti toplinu čak i na najhladnijem kontinentu. Njihovi darovi međusobno su se isprepletali, tvoreći mašnu svih postojećih darova majke Prirode.

 

Čak i sada, dok je stajao ispred nje, znao je kako osjeća njegov vjetar, kako se stapa s njim i postaju jedno. Čak i nakon svega što joj je učinio prije jednog stoljeća.

 

Anora je pustila kapljice da teku i uzdignula se s vlažnoga tla.

Pogledala je Oriona s visoka, stojeći snažnih ramena usprkos teretu koji je počivao na njima.

„Što radiš ovdje?” Nije obrisala kapljice s lica dok mu se obraćala.

Ne, ona se nije trebala sramiti svoje krhkosti, za nju je to bilo nešto pobjedonosno.

 

Orion je ponovio njenu kretnju te napustio mjesto s hladne mahovine.

On nije imao toliko snage u ramenima te je obrisao tu jednu kapljicu koja mu se našla na isklesanom obrazu.

„Nosim vijesti.” Vidio je pogled u njenim očima, žar koji bi ga prije toliko godina raspalio. Znao je što je pomislila, zašto baš on? „O ljudima.”

Anorino srce napravilo je glasan poskok, no ništa je nije moglo otkriti osim Orionova vilinskog sluha.

„Slušam.” Izrekla je skrivajući šare po svojim rukama.

Njegove šare, one koje joj je zimskog jutra prenio na tijelo. A s time osudio na život koji nije izabrala, život koji nikada neće biti potpuno njen – samo kako bi nju spasio od strahota koje su im se približavale.

Njena tvrda glava nikada mu nije oprostila. Nikada ni neće.

 

Orion je prepoznao nestrpljivost u njenom pogledu, čežnju koja se borila sa željom ponovnog ujedinjenja. No, njihovo vrijeme je prošlo. Pregazila ga je tuga, bol i njegove krive odluke.

 

Želeći se što prije maknuti od ratnice koja mu se poigravala otkucajima srca više nego ijedno bojište, izustio je: „Dolaze, Anora. I to uskoro. Kralj Xenon poslao me da upozorim posljednju čuvaricu preostalog bunara na opasnost koja se sprema.”

Primijetio je njeno smračenje u pogledu, Anora je spustila obrve u ravnu liniju. Znao je što čini, analizirala je slijedeći potez. „Ne možeš se ostati boriti. U tome i jest stvar. Kralj Xenon me poslao da te potjeram od krvoprolića koje će uslijediti ostaneš li. ”Orion se iskreno ponadao da su njegove riječi doprle do njegove Oluje.

 

Anora je pogledala svoje ruke ispunjene ljubičastim šarama koje su predstavljale ono što je bila i za što se borila. Čuvarica.

S toga kad je pogled usmjerila na ratnika gorostasnih mišića, napeto se osmjehnula.

 

Nije očekivao ništa manje. I u tom trenutku drevni je ratnik primijetio od čega je njegova bivša ljubav bila satkana – jezovite šume i hrabrosti veće nego u bilo kojem vojniku na bojnom polju. Nakon par stoljeća pomolio se onome tko je slušao, da mu održi na životu njegov plamen i vjetar i tlo na kojemu je stajao. Pomolio se i dopustio svjetlosti dana da upije prizor pred njim.

 

III.

 

Sunce se krenulo uzdizati pod horizontom, polagano izlazeći iz plašta kraljice noći. Prve zrake svijetla slale su svoje molitve napačenoj zemlji, izmorenoj od ratovanja.

 

Gusta magla sačinjavala je nevidljiv zid vojnicima koji su kao jedan stupali u jezovitu prašumu. Koliko će proći prije negoli uspiju srušiti vilinsku ratnicu? Koliko će zemlje morati urušiti i umrljati krvlju. Njihove zemlje. One koju je čovjekov otac obradio, zatim predao u ruke vilenjaka. Radi čega? Tako banalne stvari kao što je to mir – pff! Kako glupa zamisao – pomislio je svaki pojedini vojnik dok se gubio u zaklonu granja.

 

Vojnici nisu mogli dočekati kraj ovoga rata kako bi se mogli vratiti u svoje mirne i tople domove. I dok su se uspinjali bregovitom stazom, opazili su čopor vukova kako im priječi put.

U boju su rezali zvijeri pred sobom trgajući im krzno te gazeći njihova tijela svojim čeličnim čizmama. Vukovi su im uzraćali, povlačeći ponekog vojnika sa sobom u zagrobni život. A nakon što su pobili i posljednjeg vuka, trijumfalan krik odjeknuo je duž šume.

 

Došao je sve do kobaltnog bunara.

 

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Vilinska je ratnica promatrala stado koje je trgalo granje pred sobom približavajući se kao kakva bolest. Nije ni na trenutak pokleknula.

Uzdignute glave gledala je smrt u oči. Njihov nasilnički krik i jurnjavu niz njenu šumu.

Stisnula je koplje čvršće uz sebe, pripremajući se predati svoj ovozemaljski život.

Ne zbog kralja Xenona ili tla na kojemu je stajala, već njenih prijatelja po čijim su kostima agresivno gazili vojnici.

 

Bunar koji je štitila predstavljao je tek ono čemu se mogla nadati – bolji svijet. Onaj u kojemu nešto drugačije neće biti zakopano stotinama kamenja. Samo zbog ljudskoga straha od nepoznatog. Oni koji imaju želju istraživati, mogućnost će im biti dana.

Nitko se više neće morati zadovoljavati ovim svijetom jer vilinska ratnica sačuvala im je svijet izvan ovoga. Svijet u kojemu još žive krilati gmazovi koji izdišu vatru nad duguljastim vodenim stvorovima. To je drugačiji svijet u kojemu vrijede drugačija pravila, možda će osobe koje nisu pripadale ovome svijetu, konačno pronaći svoje mjesto.

 

Stoga, kada se Anorin ratni krik protegao šumom, jedino su ga mogle osjetiti ptice i ratnik na drugoj strani šume – jer on nije dolazio u nijednom drugom obliku, negoli vjetru.

Anora je udahnula svjež zrak koji je toliko voljela. Miris bora utisnuo joj se duboko u sjećanje.

Uskoro će i ona letjeti s pticama i mrsiti borove iglice. Uskoro.

 

Vojnici su došli podno brijega na kojemu je počivao bunar. Rezali su granje i trgali borove sve dok ih vatreni plamen nije zatekao, štiteći put do bunara.

Anorino cijelo tijelo je gorilo. Plamen joj se zavukao duboko pod kožu, braneći je od napadača.

Orionov poklon.

Nitko se nije usudio pomaknuti jer spektakl boja koji je igrao pred vojničkim očima krao je dah. Od tamnoplave pa sve do zagasito crvene, njeni plamenovi lebdjeli su, ne samo u njoj, već iznad nje, čineći krug vatre oko vilinske ratnice. Ljubičaste šare blještale su intenzivnom svjetlošću. Ovo je bio i njihov dan, njihov trenutak da zablistaju i pridaju svoju žrtvu ratnici koja ih je nosila skoro cijelo stoljeće.

Anora se nasmiješila. Plamenovi su se rasprsnuli na sve strane.

 

Vojnički krikovi, glasni i hrapavi, odzvanjali su šumom. Uskoro su uslijedile paljbe njihovih plamena. Vatrene strelice letjele su prema Anori. Ratnica je vješto izbjegla svaku koja joj se našla na putu. Uspjela je raniti i uništiti pokojeg vojnika, no bilo ih je previše za poraziti.

 

Minute su se pretvorile u sate, od kojih niti jedna strana nije utihnula. Bitka se žestoko nastavila. Ubrzo se pokraj Anorinih leđa stvorio hladan zrak, vjetar je zapuhao te ugasio vatrene strelice.

Anora se nije trebala okrenuti, osjetila je njegovu prisutnost čim se našao na bojnom polju.

Orion je stao rame uz rame s ratnicom.

Kao nekada. Dva nepobjediva vilinska ratnika bore se rame uz rame, čuvajući jedan drugoga od napadača. Je li to bilo dosta? Samo njih dvoje protiv cijelog čovječanstva.

Anora nije mogla obuzdati misli. Previše toga je izgubila, još jedan gubitak bio bi presudan za njeno zdravlje.

 

Odgurnula je Oriona u stranu, najjače što je mogla. Utišala je plamenove samo na trenutak, pozivajući svaki živući element.

Tlo pod njenim nogama lagano je podrhtalo. Valovi iz bunara uzdignuli su se i stvorili štit oko Anore. Plamen je gorio duboko pod njenom kožom dok je preda njom stajao vjetar, kao posljednja točka u formuli.

Anora je duboko udahnula zrak, opraštajući se od svega lijepoga što je imala čast upoznati.

Izdahom je nestao svijet.

 

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Eksplozija je raznijela sve pred sobom. Orion nije mogao vjerovati.

Njegova Oluja; uspjela je. Spasila je posljednji bunar – dala je počast svakom čuvaru bunara koji je postojao.

Njegov vječni plamen je utihnuo. Izgorio. No ispunio svoje dano obećanje.

 

Njeni darovi jedva da su ga okrznuli, dok se pred njim protezala livada leševa. Usudio se usmjeriti pogled u stranu. Stajao je nad njenim nepomičnim tijelom. Koža joj je bila sačuvana, neizgorena. Sve je djelovalo živo osim njenih očiju. Dubokom azuru nestao je žar.

 

Primio je njeno umrtvljeno tijelo, mičući uvojke kose s ratničina beživotna lica. Vjetar nije prestajao puhati, pokušavajući vratiti život koji je iščeznuo iz njegove Oluje.

Nad prostranstvom neba sunce se ponovno počelo probijati. Buditi. Nešto što njegova voljena nikad više neće učiniti. Nije mu imalo smisla kako sunce može sjati, ptice pjevati a vjetar puhati dok je njegova ratnica utonula u vječan san.

I konačno – potekle su kukavične suze.

 

Nad brijegom uzdignula se kiša, oplakujući žrtvu zajedno s vilinskim ratnikom. Ptica veličanstvenih vatrenih šara preletjela je iznad bunara, njen krik jednak vjetru i oluji.

Njegovoj Oluji.

 

Zamahnula je svojim dugim krilima te uletjela u bunar, njen povik odzvanjao je iz nekog drugog svijeta.

Iz neke druge nade.

I. Beyond the Mist

The walls of the castle Takestov looked upon the ceremony that was about to start.

In her luxurious obsidian dress, the queen of the misty continent walked through the imposing hallways. Her cold gaze played with the eyes of the trumpery souls that couldn’t sacrifice even a piece of their nail to another human being. That’s why they were here, in the coldness continent of the Nine Realms. A place were mist had eaten and swallowed spirits and sharp, teeth-like rocks surrounded the land. Not to prevent someones entry but to hinder the most feared creatures to leave.

Just one person had the power to obtain the kingdom of Hel, she which shared its name and therefore his soul itself. The daughter of the cunning god Loki and gelid giant goddess Angrboda. Chosen from the mighty god Odin himself as the only one capable enough to detain the cowardly souls in one place. But, as it seemed the queen believed in an upcoming overpopulation.

The chains made a harsh sound whenever they neared each other. They held the prisoner firm against the marble wall.

An agonizing scream filled the Takestov tower. ”Don’t even try.” The queen found herself in front of her newcome soul, another member of their uncanny continent.

The eyes of the immortal shone with fear. His jaw started to shake as he was trapped in front of a monster. But the fear lost its grip on him, as he remembered who he was. ”Hel.” Growled the young man, his words sounding like a prayer. A sweet, sweet prayer too see the light of sun again. Hel’s horse-laugh echoed through the room. He was crazy for believing that she would that lightly let her father’s present leave.

”Your father.. I haven’t met a bigger crank-.” Hel interrupted him. ”Oh, thank you. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have such good opinion about you.” She touched the shoulder of the immortal, just above his deep cut. Her sharp nails clenched the wound as hard as she could, stopping when his screams became unbearable. She enjoyed herself too much, as she took the god’s pain away.

Upon exhalation her lips quivered and a smug smile spread across her face. ”Better?” The words didn’t sound caring at all. A deep voice defied her feminine curves and long elegant legs. The dress revealed her left leg, its upper part was composed of a lacy corset, barely covering her breast, emphasizing her collarbone and skinny arms. Sickly skinny. The queen was a perfect image of an walking corpse. But something in her sharp gaze incited carnal thoughts.

”You can go to Muspellheim! Maybe you’ll get a tan there.” Roared the immortal, his eyes fixed on the queen. Just for a moment he gave up and peered aside.

”Baldr, tell me how painful it was to be defeated by a mistletoe? Such low fall for such a big god. Or should I say ‘god’s son’?” Exclaimed the queen, eyes gazing at the archway that separated the two rivals from the rest of the world.

The immortal Baldr furiously looked at the queen. A burden pressed his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe. Is this how his story will end? Tied to the walls of an shred castle. Condemned to spent the rest of eternity in the worst realm of them all- Helheim, a home for the dishonored deaths and rotten souls will be the place were the son of the famous god Odin spends his immortal life? No, that’s not how things supposed to be, that’s not how his story should end.

Baldr once more looked at the icy blue eyes of the queen that stood before him. ”Hel, I’m innocent. Let me go.” Horse laughter filled every centimeter of the tower. He was truly mad if he believed the queen of the underworld would let him out of her shackels.

With one twist, Hel took Baldr’s sword from his belt and chopped the metal chains off. The disintegrating sound of metal urge blood from the ears. ”You’re free. But You won’t leave Helheim, that I promise you.” Moaned the queen in his ear.

Head held up high she went through the archway and found herself on the balcony. Addressing to her people, she let her voice became deep and carved in sharpness and authority. ”Outlawed souls, deviants and all of you others who had protected your own instead of domesticating foreign. Know, until I’m on this throne penance won’t be! Not for people nor gods. Here lays equality, but my equality! This place accepts your real faces!” Whilst she chanted the last words, Hel took off her elegant black mask, letting her other part of the face look at her people. All her spivs and rotters.

Beautifully oval face with pronounced cheekbones and deep set icy eyes started to lose itself in the middle, taking in a more scary appearance. Turning into scales with rich cobalt color and ragged eyebrows, which like an epidemic spread onto the other prettier part of the face. But despite her monstrous appearance, the queen held her feet firm to the ground.

She brandish with her honey blonde hair and let her iconic mask fall to the floor. ”This I promise you. Here no one will condemn you!” As soon as she said the final words the crowd went wild. Screaming and praising the name Hel.

”How do you like that, god’s son?” She turned her face to Baldr, tauntingly smiling at him. She was like a hyena posing as a house pet. Nothing more but a fox dressed up like a chicken. Oh, and she was good at it.

Still with fear in his eyes Baldr held his gaze upon his new queen with certainty that he would never back down or praise her as well.

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Hel had been sitting in the luxurious dinning room completely alone, leaning on the table of smooth mahogany. Morning light started to fade into the afternoon rays of sun, as much as it managed to get to the remote continent.

Mist had covered Helheim like a mother shielding its child. Maybe she had been exactly that to this continent, a guardian.

Hel had moved the steak from one part of the plate to another. The gods weren’t used to eating, but in the dull days the queen had to please herself with human amusement. She took a sip of wine that was the color of blood.

As she drain the cup till’ its last drop, her gaze eloped at her father’s portrait. Glorious Loki glanced at his daughter with cold eyes, looking as she consumed the human pleasures. But as always, he wasn’t here. She was completely alone, dinning with herself.

Bitterness filled Hel’s mouth, bitterness so strong that she only hoped her uncle would fell it as well. Was she truly protecting the Underworld or is she banished here to rot? That question lurked in Hel’s mind ever since she got here. In the cold nights when the only thing that the queen wanted was someone’s warmness. Once again she took a sip of wine, this time from a full glass. The one which stood besides an empty plate, right before Loki’s portrait. Ugh, As if he would ever come and dine with her..

The queen laughed at the thought that went through her mind. Monster. That’s what she was. Maybe the nail-sharp rocks weren’t there just for the evil souls and fiend? Ha! With that thought she could live, knowing that she was so dangerous that even the god Odin feared her.

She drank up the bloodied wine just like the elves did. She could feel as the liquid filled her entire body. Her index finger removed the last drop of wine from her glass and placed itself between her teeth. She hadn’t had an interaction with another human being in a long time, especially men.

She soared herself from the chair and walked to the colossal doors. Stopping just to think her decision through. Why waste time on a human when in the dungeon lays a god? Someone equal to her. Finally, an adventure worth her time.

Ready to lose extra energy, the queen lowered to the prison that looked liked a mine. Excited to have fun with the young god.

The Queen of Dust and Ice

Concept Guide

 

The Nine Realms:

Niflheim- ”Mist world” is the darkest and coldest region in the world.

Muspelheim- Is a burning hot place, filled with lava, flames, sparks and soot. It is located in the south.

Asgard- Is in the middle of the world, high up in the sky. It’s home for the gods and goddesses. Gods in Asgard are called Aesir and goddesses Asynjur. Odin is their ruler and chief of the Aesir.

Midgard- ”Middle eath” it’s home of the humas and their location is in the middle, below Asgard.

Jotunheim- Home of the giant, the sworn enemies of Aesir.

Vanaheim- Is home of the Vanir gods. They are old gods who are really good at magic.

Alfheim- Is home of the light elves and it’s located in the heavens right next to Asgard. The god Freyr is the ruler of Alfheim.

Svartalfheim- Is the home of the dwarves.

Helheim- the Underworld.

provided information from: http://norse-mythology.net/the-nine-worlds-in-norse-mythology/

Introduction

This will be a site for me to write my own story and for you to get lost and dash away into different worlds with characters that surround you, but this time they fight different battles. 

I hope you’ll have fun and I’m open to any kind of feed back. 

Every story that I’ll write will be my own, so I hold all rights reserved here.

Enjoy everyone!