Epilogue: It was a jour like any other, the sun was shining making the mountains turn magenta like pastèque, melon d’eau and the breeze played with my hair flipping raven black strands into my eyes and obscuring my vision. I smiled, comforted par the averageness of the morning. I had never really known “average” I thought. My father was a Lord of Phim and my mother was his Lady. Every morning I woke up earlier than the peasants and snuck out to the field to watch the sun rise like “normal” people do. My cream-colored skin enjoyed the warm sunlight just as much as I did. Being a little lady meant that the out doors was not a privilege freely given. I had the potential to be darker but that would mean I was outside often, and that meant I had done lots of manual labor. And that was VERY unbecoming. There were many things forbidden to me. I was born of privilege, but privilege was bred. To me Phim is the most wonderful nation in the Realm. The people work hard over the rolling hills colored sage, and we are not a poor nor wealthy nation, just perfect. I thought it was very wise of the Old Ones to name this place Phim. For Phim means perfection in the Lost language. I was brought back to reality when I felt the rain. I greeted the rain with a smile, for he is my friend.
“Hello rain.” I said.
“Hello Ilia.” The rain spirit a dit back. His voice was steady like a drum. Never changing, always the same. I felt the rain’s emotions though. On good days the rain would be warm and soft, but on bad days the rain would be icy and sting. I had known the rain spirit a very long time.
“Rain,” I said. “Why is it only I fifteen summers old can see and feel you, but those older than I are blind to your presence?” The rain drops quickened, but soon steadied.
“I have told toi but a thousand times.” I could tell he was irritated, I have asked this question every morning since I first felt the rain. I ask because I like to hear that I am special, and that I l’amour the rain for who he is and not for the blessings he bears. He continued for he knew me well. I would not return to the manor before my question was answered. “Ilia,” he sighed, raindrops quickening with anticipation, “I chose only your friendship above all others for toi loved me for the spirit that I am, not what I provide for the people of this Realm.”
I growled beneath my breath, mumbling unintelligibly that he gave me the common answer. Only two other sacred times had I heard the real truth behind the bond that lay between us. Once when I turned 7 and was excellent at coaxing réponses out of the rain, and the other when I turned 10. I could remember that jour like any other, and with my 15th birthday approaching, and the identity of my unknown suitor, I was self-assured that I would relive the truth again. Though the rain was patient and did not believe in my haste. I could feel the rain pulsing through my body like we were one. His steady, heartbeat, calming my own racing one; I loved the feeling of the raindrops pounding against my skin steady like a drum. Bum, bum, bum. Hardly ever changing, 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3 ,4. I could hear the rhythm drumming in my ears, tying me closer and closer to the spirit of blessing. Ilias.
This is only the Epilouge, but I will post plus if people request! Actually, that's a lie, I will anyways cuz écriture is what I l’amour to do! "P Anywho! Enjoi! "D
~Kay
“Hello rain.” I said.
“Hello Ilia.” The rain spirit a dit back. His voice was steady like a drum. Never changing, always the same. I felt the rain’s emotions though. On good days the rain would be warm and soft, but on bad days the rain would be icy and sting. I had known the rain spirit a very long time.
“Rain,” I said. “Why is it only I fifteen summers old can see and feel you, but those older than I are blind to your presence?” The rain drops quickened, but soon steadied.
“I have told toi but a thousand times.” I could tell he was irritated, I have asked this question every morning since I first felt the rain. I ask because I like to hear that I am special, and that I l’amour the rain for who he is and not for the blessings he bears. He continued for he knew me well. I would not return to the manor before my question was answered. “Ilia,” he sighed, raindrops quickening with anticipation, “I chose only your friendship above all others for toi loved me for the spirit that I am, not what I provide for the people of this Realm.”
I growled beneath my breath, mumbling unintelligibly that he gave me the common answer. Only two other sacred times had I heard the real truth behind the bond that lay between us. Once when I turned 7 and was excellent at coaxing réponses out of the rain, and the other when I turned 10. I could remember that jour like any other, and with my 15th birthday approaching, and the identity of my unknown suitor, I was self-assured that I would relive the truth again. Though the rain was patient and did not believe in my haste. I could feel the rain pulsing through my body like we were one. His steady, heartbeat, calming my own racing one; I loved the feeling of the raindrops pounding against my skin steady like a drum. Bum, bum, bum. Hardly ever changing, 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3 ,4. I could hear the rhythm drumming in my ears, tying me closer and closer to the spirit of blessing. Ilias.
This is only the Epilouge, but I will post plus if people request! Actually, that's a lie, I will anyways cuz écriture is what I l’amour to do! "P Anywho! Enjoi! "D
~Kay
toi seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows toi
like a hook,
won't let toi go,
won't leave toi alone.
toi smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that toi hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves toi not,
toi don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give toi a strength.
toi long for life
that toi don't know of,
toi seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits par Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to déplacer tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a feu earlier, and let me tell toi journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the feu ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits par Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to déplacer tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a feu earlier, and let me tell toi journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the feu ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia