Do I Need To Say More?

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 8.

Sorry, guys. This took more time than I expected. I also had to learn whole periodic table for today´s test, so I had no time to translate or post anything. Hope you don´t mind and you´ll accept this as my apology.

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She saw a village. It was in the middle of the forest. She spotted a group of elves how they confused run here and there, trying to hide. Some of them scream. It was a horrifying scene. Then there appeared strange shadows. Without a shape, but it had white fangs and yellow hostile eyes. They looked scary. Probably because of them the others fled. One of those shadows caught one elf and cut his throat. Elf immediately fell to the ground. There was blood everywhere. In one corner of the ruined room she saw an elf woman in a blue dress, cowering in fear and trying to soothe a crying baby. It has also blue dress. It was her daughter. Suddenly there appeared bright white silhouette. Despite all the glow she didn´t know who it is. Bright light flooded near area. The dark shadows hissed menacingly and disappeared. Sep light subsided. The figure turned slowly. Eventually she stopped. Eunis saw her face. Still slightly radiate white light. Her bright green eyes showed goodness and love, suddenly turned yellow and showed hatred and evil. The figure smirked mischievously, bared her huge fangs and lunged at Eunis.

Then a sharp pain cut through her mind. She opened her eyes and sat up, fast breathing. She must lay down again. Her head was spinning like crazy.

´What the hell was that?´ When she calmed down, she tried to find some sense in it. The pain subsided and Eunis sat up slowly. She looked around. At first she didn´t know where she is, but then she remembered. She was Arian´s at home. This is probably his room. Carefully she examined the room. On the left wall there stood a chest of drawers and a tall cabinet. On the right was a table with chair. He had furnished a small bookcase. On the table was a candlestick with almost burned candle. On the corner was a pile of books. Various papers, some described some other empty, were strewn across the table. In the middle the tangle of papers stood an inkwell. Beside him lay a white quill pen. Cut tip was black from ink. Eunis was overcome by curiosity. She got up and walked to the table. She looked at the books. There were five of them. Each is related to something else. Encyclopedia of forest and cave creatures, descriptions of the various tribes and warlords, astronomical manual, a magic book and ...... chronicle of their village. He probably got it in the library. Then she began to look through the papers. It looked as if he was searching for something. But he didn´t find it. She can´t orientate in his notes so went back to the Chronicle.

It was a big book with hard covers bonded in dark leather. On the front was written in gold ink Chronicle Larrawels forest. Eagerly she opened the book, flipping through lengthy articles. Then he came across one, which was already 600 years old. It was over two pages. Mysterious attacks and looting of the village. These words glowed in red ink. Other articles were written in classic black, but this one was whole written in red ink. It has to be about something very important. She decided to read it. There was described a situation of the village and the damage. It was incredibly coincided with yesterday. She found the testimony of witnesses of the horrific event. There were only a few. It was all the descriptions of the perpetrators. Eunis shivered. Black shadows with yellow glowing eyes, an impenetrable armor and with incredible power. Her heart was pounding faster. The same raiders as the previous evening and as in her dream. The attack was repeated. They were searching for something once before and they are looking for it now. What if it could really be her fault? Suddenly she heard muffled voices. She returned the book to the place and sat on the bed. A weak creaking of stairs to the second floor was added to the voices. They were approaching. It was Arian with the other elf. She almost forgot about him. A moment later she recognized what they say.

„Speak quietly.“ whispered Arian. „Maybe she is still asleep.”

„She has no right to be here.” said the other elf. Not bothering to lower his voice, plus there were anger in it.

„Why are you so rude to her? You don´t even know her.” Arian defended her.

„She doesn´t belong here.”

„How can you be so sure?”

„She is threat to us, and you know it.” Arian sighed, but said nothing. There was a soft knock and Arian stepped inside. His face was again with the nice smile, like when they first met. He took a chair from the table and sat next to the bed.

„So, how did you sleep?” he asked.

„I slept well, thank you. And I'm so sorry.”

„It was nothing.” he waved his hand. „He should have you apologize.” he pointed to the door. There stood the other elf.

He leaned his shoulder against the door frame. From beneath cropped blond hair, that fell across his forehead, appeared narrow and piercing, moss-green eyes, spitefully looking at her. Over his right eye, there was stretched thin, but quite a long scar. It ranged from the eyebrow to the middle of the face. Oval face with distinct cheekbones and sharp chin was frowning at her. His lips were pursed into a straight line. Hands crossed on his chest confirmed his unwillingness. Strap on his neck hung a large tooth. Certainly it belonged to a big animal. He was wearing a white linen shirt with wide sleeves and leather vest. Fingerless gloves had belted nearly halfway down the forearm. Loose pants were tucked in boots. On his back he has a quiver full of arrows and attached bow. A dagger on his belt.

„Come on, Luten. Apologize.” he said. Luten sighed and turned his gaze to the right corner.

„I'm sorry. I shouldn´t be so rude.” he said. It sounded forced, almost arrogantly. Arian was probably satisfied.

„You don´t know each other yet.” Arian spoke to break the silence. First, he pointed to Eunis.

„This is Eunis. My friend.“ he added firmly. „And this is Luten. My friend and roommate. We've known each other since childhood.”

„Nice to meet you, Luten.” Eunis said. Elf gave a snort, turned and walked down the stairs. Two eagle feathers were attached in his hair. Eunis stared at him.

„Excuse him, Eunis.” Arian asked. „He didn´t had it easy lately.” Eunis nodded. Arian looked at her gratefully.

„How long is he this... grumpy?” she asked carefully. Arian started to recalculate something on fingers.

„About eight… Yeah, eight or nine years.” Her eyes widened.

„Isn´t it a bit long time to use the term ´lately´, don´t you think?”

Arian hesitated, what to say, but Eunis didn´t let him answer.

„How can you stand him? I'd already moved out. Is he like this all the time?” Before he could say anything, he heard the muffled sound of the bell. It was not the doorbell. It was headman´s bell. Now he is summoning the meeting.

„We better go.” Arian said finally. When they came to the headman´s house, there was already rest of the village. The headman had his traditional robe as at the previous meeting. But he took a long wooden stick, which was decorated with various carvings. The stick emphasized the seriousness of the situation. He tapped with it at the ground to negotiate the quiet. Everyone fell silent.

„Dastan, did someone missing appeared?” he asked hopefully.

„Sorry, headman. Thirty elves are still missing.” said Dastan. Hope in the headmsn's face disappeared. Leaving only a sad and worried face.

„Alright. How are the repairs?”

„In a few days the village will be completely repaired.” The headman nodded.

„Are elves, who were injured already alright?”

„There are some serious injuries, but no one is in danger of life. Most have returned home.” The chief was greatly relieved. 

But Eunis got nervous. Again she heard the words Luten said her yesterday. What if all this is happening really just because of her? But what do they want from her? She has nothing. She didn´t even know them. The question is rather from where they know her. And how do they know that she lives here? Her thoughts were broke by bustle around. There was talk of further progress in the defense of the village. Some suggested increasing the guards, others improve weapons. There was a proposal for the construction of walls. All variants have proven to be unrealistic. And to the celebration remained few days. During these, attackers will be able to come back anytime. Eunis had been clear. She turned and ran to her home. In the closet she found an old bag. She took a blanket and some food she found in the kitchen. She was about to leave when Arian blocked the way. She jumped back.

„Oh, you startled me. Don´t do this to me.” she scolded him.

„Where are you going?” he asked, looking at the bag.

„Just for a trip.” she brushed him off. Arian raised his eyebrows.

„Ok, you got me. I´m going away. Leaving the village.” she said.

„And why are you leaving?” he asked.

„I just don´t want to threaten anybody.” she explained. Arian already understood what was going on.

„You are still thinking about what Luten said yesterday? He didn´t mean it. Don´t take it so hard.” he told her.

„But he did. And he was right.”

„How do you know?”

„ You didn´t see his eyes.”

„What?”

„The eyes reveal more than one would think. I know it. And these were not the eyes of someone who's not serious.” she said. Arian looked at her confused.

„Now please back off.” she ordered. Arian conversely stood so she had no chance to pass.

„And where do you like to go?” he asked when he knew he lost. Eunis shrugged.

„Definitely it will be far away.” she added hastily. Arian thought for a moment.

„Then I suggest you go north, to Azzaret. Or south along Sarezs´ ravine. That leads to Kanterlot.” Eunis gave him a puzzled look.

„Oh.” he said slowly.

„You know what? Meet me after moment by the Mykénai statue. Deal? Don´t run away.” he said. Before she could answer, he was gone.

„Why not?” she said, actually for herself.

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The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 5.

After a week I am back :) This week was the school pretty hectic so I am sorry for possible mistakes :-p

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Arian  paled in horror. There was another scream. Tarlok froze and sniffed. Then he turned and disappeared into in the cave.

„We need to know what is happening there.“ He said hastily. He went to the narrow path they had come. Eunis followed him.

“We can´t go this way.” he said. “It would take a long time, and we could fall. We must find another way.”

”But there is no another way out” Eunis moaned. “We're trapped.”

“Not really.” he added hopefully. “Many times I saw Tarlok in the woods. He was hunting birds there. So he first had to get down. And he would never get there by this one very narrow path, so ...”

“... there must be some other way for him in the cave.” she finished his sentence.

“Exactly.” he said enthusiastically.

“But we will have to find it first.” she said despondently.

“Don´t worry. I´m sure that Tarlok will help.” he told her. But when he looked back, he saw that Tarlok had disappeared in the cave. Eunis and Arian looked at each other and ran into the cave. It was a dark and damp. From somewhere in the distance, a cool breeze was blowing. They went straight along the wall. Every now and then they tripped over some rock. Once their eyes adjust to the darkness, they saw another three entrances into the dark tunnels.

“Cool. And where to now?” she sighed.

“Tarlok! Hey Tarlok! Help us find the way out!” called Arian. His voice echoed eerily. Then silence. From one of the tunnels could be heard thundering footsteps. After a moment Tarlok emerged from the middle tunnel. He nodded to them to follow him, he turned and went back through the tunnel. Eunis and Arian ran after him. They had to walk fast to keep up with his long strides. The tunnel was still darker and darker and began to meander. There were also a few crossroads. If they went just themselves, they would get lost, but Tarlok knew exactly where is he going and where to go. The air was heavy and humid with an admixture of mould. They thought that they really got lost when he turned into the tunnel at the end of which they saw the long sought light. They had to cover their eyes to avoid blindness. Outside, they could finally breathe fresh air.

„Thanks Tarlok.” she said appreciatively and patted his side. Moments of enthusiasm did not last long. Again the desperate cries and calls for help.

“We need to hurry to the village.” Eunis suggested. “But where are we?” she asked, looking around. Arian also looked around.

“We are on the edge of the Cornwood forest.” he said.

“But that´s so far.” Eunis moaned. “We won´t get there before sunset. And that's probably too late. You do know any abbreviation or something, right?” she asked with hope, but also with a hint of desperation in his voice. Arian shook his head. Eunis felt helpless. And she hated this feeling. A mixture of helplessness and fear. Arian was scared too. Although he didn´t show it and probably he wouldn´t admit it. But in his eyes was confusion and fear. His thoughts were interrupted by Tarlok. He poked him with his nose, almost making him fall. Then he lay down beside them. Eunis had to smile.  How could she not think of it before?

“I think that he offers us a lift.”

Arian also couldn´t help but smile too and hugged him around the neck. So they climbed on his back and clutched his long fur. Tarlok stood up and began to run. They had to hold really tight so they won´t fall. On how he is large, he is incredibly fast. And so they soon found themselves on the edge of the village.

“Here you can stop” Arian told him. Tarlok obediently slowed down to a complete stop. He lay down for them to be able to dismount. Eunis scratched him behind the ears in thanks and Arian patted his neck.

“You'd better go home now, buddy. They could get frighten by you as Eunis here, but this time it might not end well.” He said worried. Tarlok licked both with his long tongue. He got up and ran home. Eunis listened. Silence. No screaming or other sounds. Arian was confused. He crouched down and walked toward the village. Eunis followed him. Then he quietly hid behind a bush, which grew by one of the houses. Pushing a few leaves away for a better view. The sight was horrible. Lots of houses were demolished, all over the ground were barrels, containers and various other things. But they didn´t see anyone.

“We are late.” Arian whispered and mesmerized staring at the mess. Eunis felt her tears roll down her cheeks. Their home was destroyed, their friends and family might be dead. Who could do such a thing? Eunis ran out from behind the bushes into the middle of the village. Watery eyes helplessly looking around to see if see could catch sight of anyone. Not a soul.

“Hello! Is anybody here? Answer me!” she cried desperately, her voice shaking. No answer. Arian walked after her and put his arm around her shoulders. Eunis leaned into him and cried. Arian returned her the hug. He couldn´t understand why their village was attacked. It was an ordinary village. It wasn´t rich in silver, gold or anything else. So... why? From the gloomy thoughts he was interrupted by a soft voice. Eunis probably also heard it, because he started to look around.

„Did you hear that?” she asked, wiping her eyes. Arian released her and nodded.

“Hello?!” As answer was a low moan. “Where are you?” Again a faint sound. It was coming from somewhere on the other side of the village. So they went to the place where they heard the call. They reached the half destroyed house, which belonged blacksmiths Sankore. All sorts of tools were lying on the ground. Embers from the fire were strewn across the floor, make it black-stained. In the left rear corner of the room they saw a hand that pounded the ground in an attempt to call for help. The rest of him was littered with debris. They began to clear away blocks of stone and wooden beams that once formed the walls and roof. It gave them a lot of work. The stones were heavy and they had to be careful not to make the stones to fall on him. After a long effort finally pulled the poor guy.

“You okay?” Eunis asked and examined the extent of his injuries. His face was all grimy from soot, clothes were tattered and stained with blood. He was rubbing his left arm gently.

“It will be fine. It just hurts a little.” He hissed when she touched the arm.

“Sankore? I almost didn´t recognize you.” she said in surprise and studied him closely. Only now she noticed his sharp features of his face and his usual cheerful, light green eyes were now sad and empty. His eyes confusedly flitted around the room, which previously was his home.

“What happened here?” Arian asked and paced around a former smithy. It was almost dark, but he noticed odd tracks that were left by someone on the soot-stained floor. Sankore glanced around the ruins of the village.

„We were attacked.” His voice trembled. He stared straight ahead. His expression was blank.

“But by whom? The raiders from south?“ Arian asked. Sankore shook his head.

“It wasn´t them. We know their style and weapons. We could beat them. Moreover they are slow. But they... they were fast, nimble and strong. They were like shadows. They had about two meters, long tail with sharp thorns, mouth full of teeth, deadly weapons and impenetrable armor. Their dark scaly skin blend in with the forest. They couldn´t be stopped. One of them jumped on me and knocked me back. I can still see those dark yellow eyes staring at me hungrily. Fortunately, I managed to shake him off and get into the house. Then they demolished it.”

Eunis was watching at him in awe. She couldn´t imagine such horror. Arian broke the silence.

“What did they want? We don´t even know them, so what was their reason?” he asked.

“Who knows.” Sankore said simply.

“Where are the others” Eunis remembered.

“Most managed to escape into the woods and hide there. But some were captured and taken away. We can only imagine what they did with them.” Suddenly Sankore twisted in a painful spasm and groaned quietly.

“Arian, try to find a house of Paran. As a healer he should have some ointments. Bring them to me, please.” she said. Arian nodded and ran across the village.

“It will be fine. I'm fine.” Sankore was persuading her.

“You have extensive injuries. And I'm not talking about those inside. I'm surprised you're still alive.”

”Well, you know. Blacksmiths like I have taken deep root.” He joked.

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Public transport

This one was one of my first shool-work stories. But honestly, I don´t know if it will be as good as in my language. Also the “rule” doesn´t have to be valid in other countries. This story was made just to make fun of some people´s behavior, so please don´t take it personaly. Have fun :D

In the evening I am a witness of instinctual behavior. Unfortunately, in every means of transport our instinct is simple slogan: “Just me, just me!!”. Everyone has seen this.

We all know the unwritten rule, first exit and then enter. Vain attempt. Life is a struggle, and even such a trivial thing as exit from the means of transport, is sometimes an impossible task. If we add the panic in the eyes of entering passengers and maliciousness of the driver who lights up the warning light to signal the approach of closing door, it turns out we have really hilarious scene! Well, only in the case when you are currently not in the area around the doors and do not belong to one of the two groups of entering or exiting.

Amused, I watched this scene from the seat, which I fairly seized. The exiting crowd instinctively ducked behind spatially significant persons to had more easy way to exit. The problem occurs at the moment when you and other exiting person choose the same spatially significant person. We are where we were. Crushes to the freedom. The entering people also certainly have not helped. Those, who waited in the station, rushed to the sides of the door, and those, who need to free up space at the door, must exit with the intention to enter back.

Door area is getting rapidly thinner, so the first wave exiting by three suddenly became noodle exiting by one. It certainly does not add the speed, not to mention the often grumpy driver who demonstratively plays the record: “Accelerate the access and exit!”. I think the person, that the voice from a record belongs to, had a lot of fun while recording. The intonation is excellent.

So the result? The exiting crowd indiscriminately struggling to get out, and to make matters worse, nervous entering passengers are pushing in. Physicists should be pleased by this experiment, the resistance of opposite sides is perfect. Weaker pieces drop out, that one with a small balance fall or better yet, gave up attempt to exit completly. The entering passengers look around the other door, which is not at such crush. Metro closes, strong pieces survived, though some fought for their life with the closing door and we go to the next station. I'm going to slowly prepare onto the battlefield, because the next warrior to exit is me ...

every year around christmas me and my grandma play this fun family game called “maybe you want to put jesus in your room instead, sweetie? :)”. now, it’s important to note that the jesus referred to in our game is not actually the real jesus christ, but instead a wooden figure i made in 2011 that has an uncanny resemblance to the lord and savior himself

so what happens is that i place jesus in our living room, and my grandma smiles and asks me if i don’t want to decorate my room with him instead. i ask her in return if she thinks my jesus figure is ugly (which he is), but she reassures me that this is not the case. however, a couple of days later jesus mysteriously disappears from our living room, and appear in my room instead

now, the real jesus christ might have been able to perform a miracle like this, but please remember that the jesus in our story is only a figure made out of wood. he can not move on his own, so i think we can safely say that my grandma is the prime suspect here

the first year i would often confront my grandma about this, but she would always make up an excuse and never straight up tell me she moved him because he’s so ugly it’s an embarrassment to the family

eventually i grew tired of her lies, so now we only move jesus around in silence. one second he’s in the living room, the next he’s back in my room. in a way i think this adds an extra element of excitement to the holiday season, because you never know for sure when jesus is going to be moved again

How the HELL does that works?!? 😳

I can't even push it down the stairs withou getting it all tangled up

La virgen...

So I found this CD on the street today on my way to work, right? So I decided I’d bring it home and listen to it.

And it was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life.

So... I would like to introduce you one of the most important characters in this story.

This is Eunis. She is 15 years old elf girl. As a small she was found in the woods. No one knows practically anything about her. Including her.

She has long brown hair tied up in braid. Because of her strange look, others don´t like her much. She has blue eyes and dress. She also love this color.

Her personality is very friendly and kind, but if you make her angry, you better run. She is also smart. She hates lying and she is really scared of highs. She can pretty well read others and she knows when you are lying or hiding something. She has pretty good knowledge in medicine. She also know how to communicate and work with animals.

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 11.

Hi :-)

This one chapter will be little bit shorter.... I just must make the mood. I am not called “Drama Queen” for nothing ;-P

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„What problem?“ asked Arian.

„It's just that we don't love to have humans around. It would be probably better if you stayed a little away and hid.”

„Well then. We´ll hide.“ said Arian. „But we are not humans. We are elves.“ he added.

„That would be perhaps even worse.“ he muttered.

„Why? Is something wrong?“ Eunis asked.

„It's a long story.“ Selim ended. They continued on.

The more they approached the home of Selim, the more light was passing through treetops. Eunis has been able to recognize more details of the surroundings. All around grew tall trees with wide trunks and exposed roots. They had to be hundreds maybe even thousands of years old. Here and there she saw a small bird fly through. The air was filled with the scent of flowers. From a distance she could hear the sweet singing of birds. Eunis was surprised how much life is in this gloomy forest. When they approached the brightest part of the forest, Selim unexpectedly turned to the dark corners. Eunis with Arian exchanged glances. Selim explained everything to them.

„Just before us is our village. Here in the bushes is a good place to hide. I have verified it. No one will see you there, and the wind blows from the village to you so you won´t be smelled so easy. But you have to be quiet. It´s not sound proved. Sit here. I'll be right back.“ he said, and disappeared among the bushes.

Eunis quickly crawled under a bush and pulled aside a few branches to see. Arian joined her. She was curious how werecats lives. She never has seen their village before. To her surprise she saw nothing special. It looked normal. Like any other. Wooden houses with thatched roofs, large doors and many windows were arranged in a circle. Because it stood in the clearing, there was a bright light. She noticed Selim, how he cautiously sneaks along one of the houses. She wondered why he sneaks. However, she could now, at least from a distance, take a look at him. His fur was short and sand color with darker almost rusty stripes. Short hair, similar color as his fur, was falling over his forehead. By the left ear, she sometimes saw flashed something. He was dressed in a brown sleeveless vest and little lighter pants that reached his knees. On his neck dangled a red bandanna clasped with gray round buckle. He seemed nice. That's not how she pictured a werecat. In fact she thought it would look more threatening. But she liked him more this way. Arian was also looking at him with interest.

Selim slightly stretch through the door of a large house in the back. After a moment, he glanced from behind the door. In the mouth he was holding a small beige bundle and was nervously looking around. Recognizing that the air was clean, he quietly closed the door and on all fours he ran through the village. He headed off to the side from where Eunis with Arian had been hidden. That if he had been caught.

From the shadows of a nearby house, something rushed off. It quickly flashed through the air. It steered to Selim. The moment he bounced off the ground, he was hit in the legs. He yelped in surprise and dropped the bundle. He lost his balance. He was outweighed. He landed right on his head. He did a couple of somersaults and finally he lay still on his side. Eunis jumped to her feet and wanted to run after him, but Arian stopped her. She wanted to protest, Arian shook his head. Eunis looked back to Selim, then to Arian and again to Selim. Finally she sat resignedly and watched everything from behind the bushes. Arian was right. If she would ran there right now, everything would be just worse. Who knows how the others would react, if they saw her. And was there anyone? Eunis looked around the village. She didn´t saw no one.

Along one house, something moved.

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By Astor Alexander