Where the sands have lead to...
Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 1:58 am
Chapter 1: The river
For this is a story, happened to a man that could be any of us, all should listen carefully... As it was on a certain place not far from here, all should imagine the rocky soil pierced by a stream of the clearest water ever imaginable.
A little falcon flew up as a young man stumbled towards the water. Thirsty and all dried out, the man was in horrible condition. His hair uncut for months, barely wearing any cloth around his once muscular bodie and his feet protected by two pieces of starved leather.
The man was on the run. For a long time already. What was he running for? How comes he was in such a bad state?
He wanted to forget all that.
It had cost him that much blood and tears, that he wished to never having to look back at it. Looking back at nothing, except at the view of his lovely wife and newborn daughter. "His ladies" he called them... used to call them. The day he had to flee from that murdurous Lord had ruined his life.
And now he had nothing, barely a life worth calling a life. Travelling through the enormous forests of Hillorum, crossing wide rivers and high mountains had cost him all he had left.
'Till that day he went drinking at that river, at that rocky landscape, with that peculiar falcon he had disturbed.
After having some rest, he went sitting next to the river, hoping for an easy-to-catch fish passing over his feet in the water.
No fish he saw, and soon he got bored and started to look around.
If you're wandering for months already, you have plenty of time to look at what you see.
His eye soon was caught by the falcon. Falcons do not usually stare at you from a nearby tree. But this one did. So the two, the man and the falcon, were staring at eachother. As it became almost dark, the falcon flew up to the other side of the river with a brusque gesture. The mans' eyes followed the animal and doing that, he saw a little sandhill at the other bank of the river. He went there to take a look
"It is about time to look for shelter for the night" the man said to the falcon. It felt good talking to somebody after that long.
"T ca use me hut" a little voice suddenly whispered!
The man hurried up, and looked around him with his eyes wide open. Nothing. Trees and rocks, and the sound of the water sliding through the rocky soil.
"No! No! No 'fraid be!"
A young girl came out of what was probably the oldest tree in the entire forest.
"Sssssst, no 'fraid be... Ssssst" she whispered.
The man couldn't believe his own eyes.
"Must be the water, something must have been in that water!" he shouted.
"No, no, not wate', is me" the girl said affraid.
The man cooled down a bit. He never had been very aggressive anyway.
"Who are you?"
"Me Nathasja" "'n' man?"
" nman?" "What do you want to say? I just don't understand much of what you say"
The girl pointed her finger at him.
"Oh me?! you can call me Leo"
The two came somewhat closer to eachother. The girl came down in the tree, the man climbed up the sandhill to sit a bit higher.
And they talked. Or what was suposed to be talking, since the girl defenitly had lost a huge part of her language. After a while the man had come to know the girl long ago had run from her village too, and had built a little hut near that sandhill.
So for that night, Leo had found shelter, a strange young woman in the middle of a huge forest and a heap of sand next to a river...
to be continued
For this is a story, happened to a man that could be any of us, all should listen carefully... As it was on a certain place not far from here, all should imagine the rocky soil pierced by a stream of the clearest water ever imaginable.
A little falcon flew up as a young man stumbled towards the water. Thirsty and all dried out, the man was in horrible condition. His hair uncut for months, barely wearing any cloth around his once muscular bodie and his feet protected by two pieces of starved leather.
The man was on the run. For a long time already. What was he running for? How comes he was in such a bad state?
He wanted to forget all that.
It had cost him that much blood and tears, that he wished to never having to look back at it. Looking back at nothing, except at the view of his lovely wife and newborn daughter. "His ladies" he called them... used to call them. The day he had to flee from that murdurous Lord had ruined his life.
And now he had nothing, barely a life worth calling a life. Travelling through the enormous forests of Hillorum, crossing wide rivers and high mountains had cost him all he had left.
'Till that day he went drinking at that river, at that rocky landscape, with that peculiar falcon he had disturbed.
After having some rest, he went sitting next to the river, hoping for an easy-to-catch fish passing over his feet in the water.
No fish he saw, and soon he got bored and started to look around.
If you're wandering for months already, you have plenty of time to look at what you see.
His eye soon was caught by the falcon. Falcons do not usually stare at you from a nearby tree. But this one did. So the two, the man and the falcon, were staring at eachother. As it became almost dark, the falcon flew up to the other side of the river with a brusque gesture. The mans' eyes followed the animal and doing that, he saw a little sandhill at the other bank of the river. He went there to take a look
"It is about time to look for shelter for the night" the man said to the falcon. It felt good talking to somebody after that long.
"T ca use me hut" a little voice suddenly whispered!
The man hurried up, and looked around him with his eyes wide open. Nothing. Trees and rocks, and the sound of the water sliding through the rocky soil.
"No! No! No 'fraid be!"
A young girl came out of what was probably the oldest tree in the entire forest.
"Sssssst, no 'fraid be... Ssssst" she whispered.
The man couldn't believe his own eyes.
"Must be the water, something must have been in that water!" he shouted.
"No, no, not wate', is me" the girl said affraid.
The man cooled down a bit. He never had been very aggressive anyway.
"Who are you?"
"Me Nathasja" "'n' man?"
" nman?" "What do you want to say? I just don't understand much of what you say"
The girl pointed her finger at him.
"Oh me?! you can call me Leo"
The two came somewhat closer to eachother. The girl came down in the tree, the man climbed up the sandhill to sit a bit higher.
And they talked. Or what was suposed to be talking, since the girl defenitly had lost a huge part of her language. After a while the man had come to know the girl long ago had run from her village too, and had built a little hut near that sandhill.
So for that night, Leo had found shelter, a strange young woman in the middle of a huge forest and a heap of sand next to a river...
to be continued