As can be seen, the last post was in 2013. Since then I've written
many stories, but didn't really think about publishing them. It's not
that I had some reason not to, but rather I just forgot.
However, recently someone told me that the things I talk and write about are awesome and that I should publish them.
Today I was thinking about starting a new blog for an unrelated reason(for publishing my theories) and came across this one. Thus, I ended up publishing 15 more things here.
Although this blog was originally intended to be for stories I now consider it my creative blog in general. It's no longer only for stories, but also for poems and other strange beasts.
I've also helpfully tagged all the stories with either EE or EN to signify whether they are in Estonian or English.
Nagu näha, ma postitasin viimati aastal 2013. Vahepealsel ajal ma olen kirjutanud palju lugusid, aga ei mõelnud nendee avaldamisele. Asi pole selles, et mul oleks põhjus mitte avaldada; pigem ma lihtsalt unustasin.
Kuid hiljuti keegi ütles mulle, et need asjad mida ma räägin ja kirjutan on vägevad. Ta ütles, et ma peaksin neid avaldama.
Täna ma mõtlesin täiesti eraldi põhjusel uue blogi alustamisele(oma teooriate avaldamiseks) ja märkasin seda blogi siin. Seega, ma avaldasin 15 siin blogis 15 asja veel.
Kuigi see blogi oli algselt mõeldud ainult lugude jaoks mõtlen ma sellest nüüd kui loomingulisest blogist üleüldiselt. See ei ole enam ainult lugude, vaid ka luuletuste ja muude kummaliste olendite jaoks.
Ma olen ka abivalmilt märgistanud kõik lood kas EE või EN'iga, et märkida kas nad on eesti või inglise keeles.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Elupuu(EE)
Elupuu mu arm,
miks nõnda su oksad raaguvad?
Olen loonud nii vähe,
võrreldes maailmadega mida näen.
Oh kurvad oksad,
millel pisarad taevast tilguvad.
Edasi, edasi tühjusse.
Naaseb arm vaid unustusse.
Oh elupuu mu arm,
miks oled sa nii morn?
Miks oma noort ilu nõnda vaevad?
Miks? Miks? Miks?
Oleks vaid küsimused eales kõik,
teeks kordki teadmised õnnelikuks.
On vaid lollus õnneks,
vaid kurbus iluks,
vaid silmakiri tõeks?
Miks teeme me end kurvaks,
oh kaunid inglid.
Kes tark, see nukker.
Kes teab, see kulub.
Kes oskab siin maailmas armastada,
ilma kaotamata end,
ilma tapmata teisi?
Miks oleme me nii targad,
et mõistame hukka?
Pole me tõesti midagi
õppinud sest valust?
- Jah, oleme.
Oleme õppinud tegema haiget,
vigastama teisi, et säästa ennast,
unustama neid, kes armastavad meid.
Olgu see meie õnneks,
et oleme nii lollid
ja lohutuseks,
et oleme vaid korraks.
miks nõnda su oksad raaguvad?
Olen loonud nii vähe,
võrreldes maailmadega mida näen.
Oh kurvad oksad,
millel pisarad taevast tilguvad.
Edasi, edasi tühjusse.
Naaseb arm vaid unustusse.
Oh elupuu mu arm,
miks oled sa nii morn?
Miks oma noort ilu nõnda vaevad?
Miks? Miks? Miks?
Oleks vaid küsimused eales kõik,
teeks kordki teadmised õnnelikuks.
On vaid lollus õnneks,
vaid kurbus iluks,
vaid silmakiri tõeks?
Miks teeme me end kurvaks,
oh kaunid inglid.
Kes tark, see nukker.
Kes teab, see kulub.
Kes oskab siin maailmas armastada,
ilma kaotamata end,
ilma tapmata teisi?
Miks oleme me nii targad,
et mõistame hukka?
Pole me tõesti midagi
õppinud sest valust?
- Jah, oleme.
Oleme õppinud tegema haiget,
vigastama teisi, et säästa ennast,
unustama neid, kes armastavad meid.
Olgu see meie õnneks,
et oleme nii lollid
ja lohutuseks,
et oleme vaid korraks.
The Curse of Divinity(EN)
I started writing this story in 2015 and was able to reach 2 pages before I ran out of inspiration. Almost 2 years later I suddenly got a lot of inspiration and also figured out a name I could use for the story.
At the time of this post the story is 15 pages long, so it would be impractical to copy it here. Instead, here is the link.
At the time of this post the story is 15 pages long, so it would be impractical to copy it here. Instead, here is the link.
Children of the wilds(EN)
2017 - This story is quite fragmented, but I've decided to post it anyway.
Related to “Knight and Demon”
X - protagonist
Y - his best friend
Background:
The 2 friends(boys) live in a small village. X’s father is some kind of a wise guy that knows quite a lot about artifacts from the past. Where he gets his knowledge is not known.
Y’s parents are not known. He would be adopted by the villagers, but he chooses not to be, so he’s a sort of an outsider through his own will. It is likely that there have been some very bad events in his past, but he never talks about them. Being silly is his way of disguising the fact, that he actually thinks of very serious things.
The boys are late teens, although some of their pranks might make them seem younger. They regularly lurk around in the plains and forests near the village, usually not going very far.
As of the moment of this story, the village is wealthy and the boys don’t have anything useful to do.
Independence is valued highly in this village, this is one of the reasons why the boys are allowed to do almost anything they want. However, they still have to visit the village every few days to not make the villagers worry.
When in the wilds, the boys don’t carry around any food. Nature provides them with everything.
Even in the village, no one has any kind of farm animals. There exist some pets, but they are treated more like family members than minions.
In the surrounding forests and plains, there are some druids. The villagers don’t know about them, but any hunting would bring their wrath. This makes hunting very dangerous.
It is also fairly pointless to eat meat here, as the village can survive just as well without.
Two kids are playing in the ruins of an ancient structure. They are best friends.
Hey, look what I found! shouts out one of them
I approach Y, seeing that he has some small object in his hand.
What is it?
I’m not sure, but it sure looks shiny!
Show me
It’s a little pyramid-shaped object.
Let’s show it to my dad. He usually knows what is what.
Hell no! He would just claim it for himself!
“You know he isn’t like that... “ I said. And we both know he is not, but this time I lost the mind game.
It looks like some kind of a jewel. But it’s a bit too big for that, don’t you think?
It’s either too big, or too expensive! He grabs the object from my hands and slightly backs away.
Oh no you won’t...
I lunge at him to take back the artifact, but he anticipated my move and got out of the way. Sometimes I almost hate how he likes to play tricks on me, but then I figure out a way to do the same to him.
Gimme that. You know you want to. I said
You know I’m not falling for this, he says, grinning and moving to a corner.
I lunge at him again. He tries to back out, but hits a wall. He didn’t see this coming, so I’ve managed to take the thing back from him.
Anyways, I’ll show it to my father now, I said, acting like this was just another gadget we found from the ruins. Indeed, we have shown him many things we’ve found.
However, this time Y resists.
No, don’t do that... I have a strange feeling about this.
What do you suggest then? It’s not like we’re magically gonna know what this is.
Perhaps... perhaps we are. I have an idea.
We went to an old foreteller who, at that point, lived away from the village.
This item surges with power, I tell you!
How much does it cost, asks Y
This is ancient, so more than you could ever pay.
I’m looking into the campfire. Wondering.
Do you believe her?
Believe who about what?
Y’know, the foreteller. Do you believe this thing we found is truly ancient?
I should not have asked this. It’s not like I ever get a straight answer from him.
I’m not sure. It sure looks special though.
Straight answer. Oh well.
I wake up, as Y is shaking me.
It’s gone! The thing we found, it’s not here. Oh please tell me you have it.
What? No, I don’t have it.
A few minutes later the only conclusion we have is that we still don’t know who took it.
*Something
I walk into his room. He’s not sitting by his desk as he usually does.
Then I notice that he’s lying on the floor.
“Dad, are you alright?”
What a stupid question
I see something on the ground near him. It’s the artifact. (I pick it up. Not written in this chapter, but implied later)
EOC
Weeks later, my father is finally well again. However, he would never be the same again.
I can’t put my finger on what it is, but something about him has changed.
(A spirit from the artifact has possessed father. There is one more spirit, but it is inactive at this moment)
I didn’t tell Y that I had found the artifact in my father’s hands. It was enough to see what had happened to my father. If anyone more will be hurt, then it will be me.
EOC
When he became the light, he exchanged some traits with a friend. In order to reach godly perfection, at least one would have to make way, or so they thought.
(later it appeared, that both had ascended, but not in the ways they would have expected.
There must always be balance. If balance can not be achieved through the creation of one god, then multiple will have to be created. And so they were, over time)
Related to “Knight and Demon”
X - protagonist
Y - his best friend
Background:
The 2 friends(boys) live in a small village. X’s father is some kind of a wise guy that knows quite a lot about artifacts from the past. Where he gets his knowledge is not known.
Y’s parents are not known. He would be adopted by the villagers, but he chooses not to be, so he’s a sort of an outsider through his own will. It is likely that there have been some very bad events in his past, but he never talks about them. Being silly is his way of disguising the fact, that he actually thinks of very serious things.
The boys are late teens, although some of their pranks might make them seem younger. They regularly lurk around in the plains and forests near the village, usually not going very far.
As of the moment of this story, the village is wealthy and the boys don’t have anything useful to do.
Independence is valued highly in this village, this is one of the reasons why the boys are allowed to do almost anything they want. However, they still have to visit the village every few days to not make the villagers worry.
When in the wilds, the boys don’t carry around any food. Nature provides them with everything.
Even in the village, no one has any kind of farm animals. There exist some pets, but they are treated more like family members than minions.
In the surrounding forests and plains, there are some druids. The villagers don’t know about them, but any hunting would bring their wrath. This makes hunting very dangerous.
It is also fairly pointless to eat meat here, as the village can survive just as well without.
Two kids are playing in the ruins of an ancient structure. They are best friends.
Hey, look what I found! shouts out one of them
I approach Y, seeing that he has some small object in his hand.
What is it?
I’m not sure, but it sure looks shiny!
Show me
It’s a little pyramid-shaped object.
Let’s show it to my dad. He usually knows what is what.
Hell no! He would just claim it for himself!
“You know he isn’t like that... “ I said. And we both know he is not, but this time I lost the mind game.
It looks like some kind of a jewel. But it’s a bit too big for that, don’t you think?
It’s either too big, or too expensive! He grabs the object from my hands and slightly backs away.
Oh no you won’t...
I lunge at him to take back the artifact, but he anticipated my move and got out of the way. Sometimes I almost hate how he likes to play tricks on me, but then I figure out a way to do the same to him.
Gimme that. You know you want to. I said
You know I’m not falling for this, he says, grinning and moving to a corner.
I lunge at him again. He tries to back out, but hits a wall. He didn’t see this coming, so I’ve managed to take the thing back from him.
Anyways, I’ll show it to my father now, I said, acting like this was just another gadget we found from the ruins. Indeed, we have shown him many things we’ve found.
However, this time Y resists.
No, don’t do that... I have a strange feeling about this.
What do you suggest then? It’s not like we’re magically gonna know what this is.
Perhaps... perhaps we are. I have an idea.
We went to an old foreteller who, at that point, lived away from the village.
This item surges with power, I tell you!
How much does it cost, asks Y
This is ancient, so more than you could ever pay.
I’m looking into the campfire. Wondering.
Do you believe her?
Believe who about what?
Y’know, the foreteller. Do you believe this thing we found is truly ancient?
I should not have asked this. It’s not like I ever get a straight answer from him.
I’m not sure. It sure looks special though.
Straight answer. Oh well.
I wake up, as Y is shaking me.
It’s gone! The thing we found, it’s not here. Oh please tell me you have it.
What? No, I don’t have it.
A few minutes later the only conclusion we have is that we still don’t know who took it.
*Something
I walk into his room. He’s not sitting by his desk as he usually does.
Then I notice that he’s lying on the floor.
“Dad, are you alright?”
What a stupid question
I see something on the ground near him. It’s the artifact. (I pick it up. Not written in this chapter, but implied later)
EOC
Weeks later, my father is finally well again. However, he would never be the same again.
I can’t put my finger on what it is, but something about him has changed.
(A spirit from the artifact has possessed father. There is one more spirit, but it is inactive at this moment)
I didn’t tell Y that I had found the artifact in my father’s hands. It was enough to see what had happened to my father. If anyone more will be hurt, then it will be me.
EOC
When he became the light, he exchanged some traits with a friend. In order to reach godly perfection, at least one would have to make way, or so they thought.
(later it appeared, that both had ascended, but not in the ways they would have expected.
There must always be balance. If balance can not be achieved through the creation of one god, then multiple will have to be created. And so they were, over time)
A walk in the dark(EN)
Introduction:
Originally this story was meant to be written as a cooperative effort with Loviisa. However, she was so emotionally affected by my writing... skill(?) that she wasn't able to continue. She said that my writing is so good she doesn't want to spoil it. We wrote this in 2013.
A group of people are slowly sauntering along in a world of darkness. The air is filled with heavy dark fog. Moonlight shines from the sky, but it looks dull through the darkened world.
This place used to be alive, but is no longer. It feels like there is no hope, light or happiness left in world and so do the poor creatures moving around in these lands.
This specific group of wanderers has been travelling for days. They are burdened by a grievous affliction, but have not found any hope of it going away.
A few years ago these lands were alive. There was lush greenery and nature all around. However, it was not to last forever.
How could that be? Those people were like hunted children. They had dreams, but they had seen everything destroyed. What was their mission? To bring life back? Was that really possible? Somehow, still, the human nature is cantankerous. They wouldn’t let go of their dreams, however far they were.
Huge wars rummaged the kingdoms, until little was left. Eventually, this world became too weak to resist and foul hordes of otherworldly beings took over.
What used to be a land of life, was swiftly destroyed.
That, which was beautiful, became corrupt.
In one of the battles on these ancient plains, this group of people was affected. In times of war, many villages were destroyed. The inhabitants tried to escape, but some did not succeed. Some, such as this same group.
A little more than a year ago, this group of wayward vagabonds met a war band. None survived, but this was not enough. After the battle, corrupt mages arrived and reanimated the dead. They were meant to become workers.
All were rounded up and made to stand in a tight cluster, to prevent escape. In a short while, the mages had finished their vile work and the band of warriors could move on. The prisoners were taken with them.
In their new life of undeath and endless misery, the people discovered many things. Some of them being that they no longer had to eat anything, never slept and never died. None of which made them feel better. When before their misery seemed like it could end one day, it was now eternal.
A few days later the warriors were ambushed in a forest. Soon they surrendered, to avoid too heavy casualties. However, the prisoners were not considered worthy of survival, as they had not fought. All prisoners were executed and the warriors unarmed. Then the army went away.
As days passed, the people were still lying on the ground. They had wondered when their agony would end, but as time went on they had to understand that it was not to end like this.
Deep misery had filled the crowd, but eventually they decided to find meaning in their new lack of life.
Limping and sauntering, people got up. Slowly, but surely, this band of survivors moved on.
Now here walk the dead. Desperate for salvation, they roam the lands. Trying to find a purpose, they are endlessly on the move.
Originally this story was meant to be written as a cooperative effort with Loviisa. However, she was so emotionally affected by my writing... skill(?) that she wasn't able to continue. She said that my writing is so good she doesn't want to spoil it. We wrote this in 2013.
A group of people are slowly sauntering along in a world of darkness. The air is filled with heavy dark fog. Moonlight shines from the sky, but it looks dull through the darkened world.
This place used to be alive, but is no longer. It feels like there is no hope, light or happiness left in world and so do the poor creatures moving around in these lands.
This specific group of wanderers has been travelling for days. They are burdened by a grievous affliction, but have not found any hope of it going away.
A few years ago these lands were alive. There was lush greenery and nature all around. However, it was not to last forever.
How could that be? Those people were like hunted children. They had dreams, but they had seen everything destroyed. What was their mission? To bring life back? Was that really possible? Somehow, still, the human nature is cantankerous. They wouldn’t let go of their dreams, however far they were.
Huge wars rummaged the kingdoms, until little was left. Eventually, this world became too weak to resist and foul hordes of otherworldly beings took over.
What used to be a land of life, was swiftly destroyed.
That, which was beautiful, became corrupt.
In one of the battles on these ancient plains, this group of people was affected. In times of war, many villages were destroyed. The inhabitants tried to escape, but some did not succeed. Some, such as this same group.
A little more than a year ago, this group of wayward vagabonds met a war band. None survived, but this was not enough. After the battle, corrupt mages arrived and reanimated the dead. They were meant to become workers.
All were rounded up and made to stand in a tight cluster, to prevent escape. In a short while, the mages had finished their vile work and the band of warriors could move on. The prisoners were taken with them.
In their new life of undeath and endless misery, the people discovered many things. Some of them being that they no longer had to eat anything, never slept and never died. None of which made them feel better. When before their misery seemed like it could end one day, it was now eternal.
A few days later the warriors were ambushed in a forest. Soon they surrendered, to avoid too heavy casualties. However, the prisoners were not considered worthy of survival, as they had not fought. All prisoners were executed and the warriors unarmed. Then the army went away.
As days passed, the people were still lying on the ground. They had wondered when their agony would end, but as time went on they had to understand that it was not to end like this.
Deep misery had filled the crowd, but eventually they decided to find meaning in their new lack of life.
Limping and sauntering, people got up. Slowly, but surely, this band of survivors moved on.
Now here walk the dead. Desperate for salvation, they roam the lands. Trying to find a purpose, they are endlessly on the move.
Vestiges of Scarlet(EN)
Passion forms hearts. Hearts procure worlds.
It was a dull morning in a wintery town. Still, there was hustle and bustle everywhere.
Unusual on a time so cold, a ship had arrived. People in the town were doing what they could with the scarce chances they had and thus, trading took place.
People froze to death every week, but didn’t lose their inner fire. It was the only thing to have in a place so dark and cold. Hope.
However, the ship that brought life also brought death.
On that ship was a family of nobles - unusual in a place like this. Yet, they insisted that this is the best place for them to be. They wanted to be away from the politics and intrigues of capital life and this, for them, was a very suitable place.
As the most notable people, the mayor and his family proposed housing the nobles for the night and, if those so desired, for their whole stay. Upon reaching our house, various courtesies were expressed and the party split up.
The noble family consisted of 4 people - The noble, his wife, and 2 daughters. One of the daughters was nearing 16 - the wedding age. The other was fairly young.
Being the son of the mayor, it was only appropriate that I be the one to show the young lady our house. This kind of pleasantry is common among nobles, as it bonds families and makes it more likely for a daughter of either to be wedded to someone in the other.
One would expect me to have felt honored by such a gesture, but I had other things on my mind.
She said she likes to read - a very common virtue among noble ladies. Thus, we went to the library. I expressed courtesy by offering her a seat. She did sit. Formalities show little about real intentions.
I gave her a book to read and then sat on a chair on the other side of the table. She delved into the book, forgetting my presence for a short while. I thought my own thoughts until I found her eyes on me. She asked:
“Why so cold?”
She smiled slightly, revealing teeth as sharp as a glimpse of her eyes.
Never did she make any threatening gesture.
“Have I done something to dissatisfy you?”
Yet, threat she did emanate.
“No, nothing my young lady. I was just thinking about mundane issues.”
There is something wrong about this family, but I have no clue as of what it is. Why would a family of nobles come so far from the capital? Their story was believable, as nobles do occasionally visit peripheral places. However, they were here to stay.
They didn’t specifically say that they are here to stay, but it could be anticipated by the way the patriarch avoided giving any clues as to what is going on at the capital - Besides gossip and other telltales of course. It felt as if he didn’t want to think about going back.
As days passed by, the patriarch slowly revealed more information. He said that he wants to buy a house in this part of the world and will eventually go back to the capital once that is done, only to visit once in a while. However, I knew it to be wrong. It is simply courteous to say to the host that you won’t stay for long.
What also became more apparent is that the young lady and I were kept together as much as possible. The hints were subtle and every little detail was justified by mundane details. In the greater picture, however, it was fairly clear.
The young lady, Felia, is brilliant. She is as educated as one would expect from a lady of the most noble of families. Yet, somehow she blended in. She never appears out of place wherever she is.
It was a dull morning in a wintery town. Still, there was hustle and bustle everywhere.
Unusual on a time so cold, a ship had arrived. People in the town were doing what they could with the scarce chances they had and thus, trading took place.
People froze to death every week, but didn’t lose their inner fire. It was the only thing to have in a place so dark and cold. Hope.
However, the ship that brought life also brought death.
On that ship was a family of nobles - unusual in a place like this. Yet, they insisted that this is the best place for them to be. They wanted to be away from the politics and intrigues of capital life and this, for them, was a very suitable place.
As the most notable people, the mayor and his family proposed housing the nobles for the night and, if those so desired, for their whole stay. Upon reaching our house, various courtesies were expressed and the party split up.
The noble family consisted of 4 people - The noble, his wife, and 2 daughters. One of the daughters was nearing 16 - the wedding age. The other was fairly young.
Being the son of the mayor, it was only appropriate that I be the one to show the young lady our house. This kind of pleasantry is common among nobles, as it bonds families and makes it more likely for a daughter of either to be wedded to someone in the other.
One would expect me to have felt honored by such a gesture, but I had other things on my mind.
She said she likes to read - a very common virtue among noble ladies. Thus, we went to the library. I expressed courtesy by offering her a seat. She did sit. Formalities show little about real intentions.
I gave her a book to read and then sat on a chair on the other side of the table. She delved into the book, forgetting my presence for a short while. I thought my own thoughts until I found her eyes on me. She asked:
“Why so cold?”
She smiled slightly, revealing teeth as sharp as a glimpse of her eyes.
Never did she make any threatening gesture.
“Have I done something to dissatisfy you?”
Yet, threat she did emanate.
“No, nothing my young lady. I was just thinking about mundane issues.”
There is something wrong about this family, but I have no clue as of what it is. Why would a family of nobles come so far from the capital? Their story was believable, as nobles do occasionally visit peripheral places. However, they were here to stay.
They didn’t specifically say that they are here to stay, but it could be anticipated by the way the patriarch avoided giving any clues as to what is going on at the capital - Besides gossip and other telltales of course. It felt as if he didn’t want to think about going back.
As days passed by, the patriarch slowly revealed more information. He said that he wants to buy a house in this part of the world and will eventually go back to the capital once that is done, only to visit once in a while. However, I knew it to be wrong. It is simply courteous to say to the host that you won’t stay for long.
What also became more apparent is that the young lady and I were kept together as much as possible. The hints were subtle and every little detail was justified by mundane details. In the greater picture, however, it was fairly clear.
The young lady, Felia, is brilliant. She is as educated as one would expect from a lady of the most noble of families. Yet, somehow she blended in. She never appears out of place wherever she is.
A story of veiled powers(EN)
You are not meant to know what I am.
The leaves were blown up, as I ran past them, on my four feet. Something is chasing me. I do not want to be caught.
You don’t know.
I jump over a branch, not slowing down at all. Yet, they are still after me.
How is it even possible? I run over 50 miles per hour.
Must find out.
I stop and turn around to face him or her. I don’t know who it is. Something is moving through the undergrowth. I can see the branches bending away to reveal a....
That’s when I awakened.
I am sitting and looking at my paws... I mean hands, I have hands again. No claws or fur. I’m a human.
Those dreams, they keep seeming more and more real.
I see a cut across my right hand. Strange. I injured it in my dream. What if...
I stand up and start walking home along the forest path.
Who am I? My name is Tyler and I’m a hunter.
I often have blackouts. They are hours long and I see dreams when they happen. I see that I... am something else.
It’s starting to seem, that they are not dreams anymore. My nightmares, they are slowly becoming real.
What am I? I don’t know...
A crossroad. One path leads home, the other to the sage. It’s not that far.
Ah, I’ll visit her, the sun is still high up in the sky.
“...Tyler, you do not know. I... I think you have to know.
The animal that you are in your dreams is not a bear, it’s something more rare.
They are not dreams, Tyler. “ she said.
Silence.
“So... what am I?” I asked.
“You are what the previous generations would of called a druid.
You can really turn yourself into an animal, but you apparently haven’t learned to control it.“ She told.
“That’s not possible. I do not believe you.” I responded
“Open your eyes, Tyler. You can’t avoid your destiny. “ she said.
“And? What would that be?” I asked back.
“You must head to the southern kingdoms. Go and find the oracle, she will know what to do.”
“So you’re saying that I should just leave my doings and go south? That’s madness. I have duties. “
“Yes,” she stated. “You must go. But for now you must go home and think about it. You will understand. “
“I still don’t believe you... but I guess the voice of reason will find either of us soon enough. “
“Farewell, Tyler” She said.
“Farewell,” I responded.
My head was exploding with thoughts. Could it really be?
But soon I headed south. If not for else, then to prove her wrong. Perhaps also because I needed to know.
Finding the oracle was not easy. It took time. Meanwhile word spread about me. I didn’t know of that though, until she found me. I had no idea that the oracle is also a traveller. No one had and never will have.
She likes to keep her identity a secret, constantly changing appearances and moving around. However, if she wants to be recognized, then she knows how. Her wisdom reveals her identity.
If she wants it to.
She started talking. Just seconds ago she was just another bypasser. A hood veiled her face.
“Whom do you seek?” she asked, with the voice of an aged woman.
“The oracle,” I responded, sensing that she already knows that.
“Seek no more, for she has been found,” she said, slightly raising her hood.
I could see eyes. Such eyes that can only be seen when looking at an old person. Yet, eyes so full of life and light.
“Come with me,” she said.
I realized that she avoided talking in public. Probably to stay unrecognized for most people.
EOC
“You will learn more than shapeshifting,” the oracle said.
“What exactly am I?” Tyler asked back.
“Your sage told you that you are a druid. She didn’t lie, but I know this is not what you are worried about,” said the oracle and appeared to not pay attention anymore.
“What is it that I am worried about, then?” Tyler asked.
“That is for you to figure out and solve. I can only show you the way, but not lead you through it.”
For a moment I saw what the oracle saw. I saw the past, the present and the future, but it was too much to conceive it all.
I did find the answer though. I need to leave everyone behind and learn to use my abilities. It will not be easy, but nothing is anymore. I don’t have a choice.
I knew that she knows all I know and more, so I left. It simply made sense.
The leaves were blown up, as I ran past them, on my four feet. Something is chasing me. I do not want to be caught.
You don’t know.
I jump over a branch, not slowing down at all. Yet, they are still after me.
How is it even possible? I run over 50 miles per hour.
Must find out.
I stop and turn around to face him or her. I don’t know who it is. Something is moving through the undergrowth. I can see the branches bending away to reveal a....
That’s when I awakened.
I am sitting and looking at my paws... I mean hands, I have hands again. No claws or fur. I’m a human.
Those dreams, they keep seeming more and more real.
I see a cut across my right hand. Strange. I injured it in my dream. What if...
I stand up and start walking home along the forest path.
Who am I? My name is Tyler and I’m a hunter.
I often have blackouts. They are hours long and I see dreams when they happen. I see that I... am something else.
It’s starting to seem, that they are not dreams anymore. My nightmares, they are slowly becoming real.
What am I? I don’t know...
A crossroad. One path leads home, the other to the sage. It’s not that far.
Ah, I’ll visit her, the sun is still high up in the sky.
“...Tyler, you do not know. I... I think you have to know.
The animal that you are in your dreams is not a bear, it’s something more rare.
They are not dreams, Tyler. “ she said.
Silence.
“So... what am I?” I asked.
“You are what the previous generations would of called a druid.
You can really turn yourself into an animal, but you apparently haven’t learned to control it.“ She told.
“That’s not possible. I do not believe you.” I responded
“Open your eyes, Tyler. You can’t avoid your destiny. “ she said.
“And? What would that be?” I asked back.
“You must head to the southern kingdoms. Go and find the oracle, she will know what to do.”
“So you’re saying that I should just leave my doings and go south? That’s madness. I have duties. “
“Yes,” she stated. “You must go. But for now you must go home and think about it. You will understand. “
“I still don’t believe you... but I guess the voice of reason will find either of us soon enough. “
“Farewell, Tyler” She said.
“Farewell,” I responded.
My head was exploding with thoughts. Could it really be?
But soon I headed south. If not for else, then to prove her wrong. Perhaps also because I needed to know.
Finding the oracle was not easy. It took time. Meanwhile word spread about me. I didn’t know of that though, until she found me. I had no idea that the oracle is also a traveller. No one had and never will have.
She likes to keep her identity a secret, constantly changing appearances and moving around. However, if she wants to be recognized, then she knows how. Her wisdom reveals her identity.
If she wants it to.
She started talking. Just seconds ago she was just another bypasser. A hood veiled her face.
“Whom do you seek?” she asked, with the voice of an aged woman.
“The oracle,” I responded, sensing that she already knows that.
“Seek no more, for she has been found,” she said, slightly raising her hood.
I could see eyes. Such eyes that can only be seen when looking at an old person. Yet, eyes so full of life and light.
“Come with me,” she said.
I realized that she avoided talking in public. Probably to stay unrecognized for most people.
EOC
“You will learn more than shapeshifting,” the oracle said.
“What exactly am I?” Tyler asked back.
“Your sage told you that you are a druid. She didn’t lie, but I know this is not what you are worried about,” said the oracle and appeared to not pay attention anymore.
“What is it that I am worried about, then?” Tyler asked.
“That is for you to figure out and solve. I can only show you the way, but not lead you through it.”
For a moment I saw what the oracle saw. I saw the past, the present and the future, but it was too much to conceive it all.
I did find the answer though. I need to leave everyone behind and learn to use my abilities. It will not be easy, but nothing is anymore. I don’t have a choice.
I knew that she knows all I know and more, so I left. It simply made sense.
Unrest in the night(EN)
It was night when they came. Hordes of pale figures, slowly, but surely spreading across the town. I remember how I asked what’s going on. How my father was unusually tense. Then it all fell apart.
I saw how the opposing house’s family opened the front door. I also remember how one of the dark figures simply hooked the man at the door and dragged him away. Then a pair of other pale figures entered the building and repeated this with anyone they could find. No man was spared, no woman, no child. Even animals were taken with them.
When my father realized what is going on he was startled. But he was quick. A few moments later he shouted for everyone in the house to come to him, while being careful not to be heard outside.
It was pure luck that there was a secret passage under our house. Father opened the hatch and quickly made us all go in, while holding two torches in his hand. Our house was wooden. Even the rooms were filled with wooden furniture and sometimes cloth.
After we had entered the passage he left one of the torches behind on a cupboard, making sure the house will take fire.
We hastily fled through the underground tunnel. Back then I didn’t really have time to sift through all that was happening. I simply did what I was told, hoping that someone else knows better.
The tunnel ended some distance further from the town walls, on the brink of forest.
Our father quickly led us to a dirt-walled house in the forest that very few people knew of. This house is very hard to notice if you don’t already know where it is.
In the house were supplies; food and everything else that it takes to start over.
Considering the situation, we had quite a lot of time to pack up some supplies and leave.
Still, as we left those lands behind we saw lots of destroyed towns and villages. It appears that the pale folk had attacked many settlements at once.
Wherever we went we saw burned fields, destroyed villages and towns in havoc. We saw very few people and they were all hopelessly confused.
Eventually we reached the mountains. It is noteworthy that it was not the usual mountain pass where we went, as it would be too easy to guard.
Instead we moved through the wilds and crossed the mountains from a completely different place than usual.
A week after we started fleeing:
“I hoped we wouldn’t have to come, but here we are,” said my father, to apparently no one.
A figure started moving. It now stood up. Just a moment ago it seemed like there was just a bush, but now there was a figure that resembled a strange combination of man and tree. It responded:
“Greetings, Hankel. You arrived a bit earlier than I guessed. “
“Earlier?” my father asked, confused and cautious.
“When I told you of the necromancer, I expected you to more wary. After all, you did not believe me. Thus, I expected you to take more time to arrive here than it did. “explained the druid.
My father simply stared at him in surprise, not having any idea what to say.
We had arrived at a druid’s… home. I’m not even sure how it should be called, as it is literally in the middle of a forest and has no considerable walls or roof.
In any case, the druid hosted us. He made sure we have food to eat and a place to sleep. This was definitely the most unusual housing that I had seen, but everything worked out. It appeared as if the nature itself was taking care of us.
By now I have realized how wise my father was. He seemed to have planned for everything, revealing that he was aware of what was going to happen.
It was also incredibly wise to burn the house, as the pale figures were going to set anything to fire anyway, in order to not leave any evidence of what had happened. There was no reason to believe that anyone survived. Well, probably no one did, except us.
All this gave lots of time to get out of the area and into safety.
I saw how the opposing house’s family opened the front door. I also remember how one of the dark figures simply hooked the man at the door and dragged him away. Then a pair of other pale figures entered the building and repeated this with anyone they could find. No man was spared, no woman, no child. Even animals were taken with them.
When my father realized what is going on he was startled. But he was quick. A few moments later he shouted for everyone in the house to come to him, while being careful not to be heard outside.
It was pure luck that there was a secret passage under our house. Father opened the hatch and quickly made us all go in, while holding two torches in his hand. Our house was wooden. Even the rooms were filled with wooden furniture and sometimes cloth.
After we had entered the passage he left one of the torches behind on a cupboard, making sure the house will take fire.
We hastily fled through the underground tunnel. Back then I didn’t really have time to sift through all that was happening. I simply did what I was told, hoping that someone else knows better.
The tunnel ended some distance further from the town walls, on the brink of forest.
Our father quickly led us to a dirt-walled house in the forest that very few people knew of. This house is very hard to notice if you don’t already know where it is.
In the house were supplies; food and everything else that it takes to start over.
Considering the situation, we had quite a lot of time to pack up some supplies and leave.
Still, as we left those lands behind we saw lots of destroyed towns and villages. It appears that the pale folk had attacked many settlements at once.
Wherever we went we saw burned fields, destroyed villages and towns in havoc. We saw very few people and they were all hopelessly confused.
Eventually we reached the mountains. It is noteworthy that it was not the usual mountain pass where we went, as it would be too easy to guard.
Instead we moved through the wilds and crossed the mountains from a completely different place than usual.
A week after we started fleeing:
“I hoped we wouldn’t have to come, but here we are,” said my father, to apparently no one.
A figure started moving. It now stood up. Just a moment ago it seemed like there was just a bush, but now there was a figure that resembled a strange combination of man and tree. It responded:
“Greetings, Hankel. You arrived a bit earlier than I guessed. “
“Earlier?” my father asked, confused and cautious.
“When I told you of the necromancer, I expected you to more wary. After all, you did not believe me. Thus, I expected you to take more time to arrive here than it did. “explained the druid.
My father simply stared at him in surprise, not having any idea what to say.
We had arrived at a druid’s… home. I’m not even sure how it should be called, as it is literally in the middle of a forest and has no considerable walls or roof.
In any case, the druid hosted us. He made sure we have food to eat and a place to sleep. This was definitely the most unusual housing that I had seen, but everything worked out. It appeared as if the nature itself was taking care of us.
By now I have realized how wise my father was. He seemed to have planned for everything, revealing that he was aware of what was going to happen.
It was also incredibly wise to burn the house, as the pale figures were going to set anything to fire anyway, in order to not leave any evidence of what had happened. There was no reason to believe that anyone survived. Well, probably no one did, except us.
All this gave lots of time to get out of the area and into safety.
That silent stranger(EN)
First chapter
My parents moved here when I was three. I don’t know why, at least in my opinion we were doing well in the previous place. We used to live at a countryside and had a farm. We had lots of land. That’s why I don’t understand why we had to move.
Life in the city is very different. I already realized in elementary school, that people like me are either nobody, or leaders. Like me, as in, I dress and act differently. I used to be bullied too, among other things I was called a hillbilly. But I overcame the bullies very fast. I became known as the girl that end all fights very fast. Teachers didn’t think well of that though, afterall, they were the ones who had to call the ambulance, when someone went as far as even raised a finger at me. But I liked my status. With a short time from nobody to the absolute leader. I look like I’m slightly overweight, but I’m actually very mobile. Usually when I knock some boy out no one will even notice. Except the boy of course, although they don’t have much of an idea either. They’re so slow. Everyone except me seems to be. Back then I was 14, now I’m 17, about to be 18. When I was 16 I realized: boys avoided me. I of course knew the reason to that, but still. It’s still sad when everyone else has a boyfriend and I don’t. Now that I’m 17, I’m not so aggressive anymore.
Last week I met a boy. It’s always different with him, in every way. I don’t know what it is, but I want to be together with him. Very strange, as it’s not like me. I’ve always been known as someone, who is neutral towards boys. Girls trust me, as I’ve never <expression> someone’s boyfriend. But now, I guess I’ve started to babble. Instead, I’d like to speak of when I met with her.
I was randomly wandering around in the city. Boredom was starting to get fatal. I stepped of the main street and onto an alley. In through the door, out from the other side, onto another alley. I know this city much better than even those old people who have lived here even since they were kids. I spend most of my time outside. I also go to school, but it doesn’t have a meaning to me. They say I’m very stubborn. So what if I am? Get over it. I don’t intend to change myself for someone else. Unless it’s Ryan. Oh right, I wanted to talk of him. On that day I wandered the city, as usual. The time was approaching midnight. It was dark, but that didn’t disturb me - I see very well in the dark too. I was headed towards the park, through my shortcuts of course. I like moving through alleys, I never feel like there’s cops nearby when I do. I hate them. Anyways, in the park there is also a skatepark. That’s where I was headed, to skate, as usual. Near the skatepark I saw a gang. They were picking on some other boy. I usually wouldn’t care, but I know how it feels to be bullied. I approached them and asked “Well, what’s up boys? You think you’re so tough?” “oO, the girl came too. Wait a little. We’ll finish with him and then deal with you. “
I looked straight into his eyes, with complete calm. “You think? I think you can’t even lay a finger on me.” He only grinned at that. “Are you deaf? Or just stupid? I said - prove that you dare to even touch me. Or are you as cowardly as you look like?” “So the bitch wants to have fun? Sure,” he said, still grinning, and turned towards me. This grinning enraged me, but I didn’t let them see that. Not the right time, yet. He’s way bigger than I am, so I have to be fast. He started to move his hand towards my shoulder. Who does he think I am? Within half a second, when his hand was one inch from my shoulder, I grabbed it. He of course pulled back his hand and tried to slap me, but on that moment I hit his wrist. A silent crack was heard and he fell to the ground. Oh, so that’s how tough he is? Falls from the first hit.
It took a few more seconds for others to even realize what had happened. They didn’t turn out to be smarter. They, 4 of them left, stepped towards me. But they weren’t as dumb as they seemed. They spread out around me. Like by a signal, 3 of them rushed towards me, but it was a diversion. One of them grabbed me from behind and forced me to the ground. I couldn’t do anything. I was struggling like crazy, the others just watched. They didn’t grin, one of them had already payed for that.
The one that grabbed me tried to undress me, but due to having to hold me tight and my constant struggling it proved to be complicated. I managed to free one hand and punched him. He fell back a little, freeing my other hand. Before he had time to react I had landed another blow on his stomach, kicked him in the groin and was on him, twisting his hands behind his back. I looked at the others, enraged as I was. They were quite scared. A moment later they thought it better to run. They can think a little afterall. When they had left I also released the one under me. He only moaned. The leader of the gang was still lying on the ground nearby. No sense of honor at all, leaving their friend behind. The leader simply lay on the ground, trying to keep his hand still. “You should call yourself an ambulance,” I said, once again calm. “I...cnt” he only said about that. Whatever, I don’t care about him.
The boy that they had been bullying simply looked at me. He seemed quite fearful. Well, kind of makes sense. Who else has seen before, that a girl beats the crap out of 2 boys alone... “Well, who are you?” I asked, “Why were they bullying you?”.
“I don’t think you would understand,” he responded. “We’ll talk,” I said. “Since I already saved you, you can guess how far my ability to understand goes.” He didn’t have anything to say about that joke. Oh well, frightened. “But you do know why they were bullying you, right?”
He didn’t respond.
“You don’t know?” I asked.
“It’s rather about how to explain it,” he responded.
“Why should I believe you?” I asked, “You’re just too scared to admit something”.
He looked at me. “You think?” Asked his eyes.
He pointed at a nearby car. I looked at him, not understanding. He pointed at the car again, not looking away from it. I looked too.
At first, nothing happened. But then the car started to rise up. It rose higher and higher, until it reached about the sixth floor, then started to descend again. Having landed the car, he looked at me. He no longer looked frightened, but smiled. “Do you now believe that I’m not normal?”
I was speechless.
How did you do it? I asked. “Well, I said that it’s hard to explain” he told.
His eyes were cheerful. Someone cares. But now he was no longer so modest. We sat in the skatepark, on the ramp. I asked, he responded.
My parents moved here when I was three. I don’t know why, at least in my opinion we were doing well in the previous place. We used to live at a countryside and had a farm. We had lots of land. That’s why I don’t understand why we had to move.
Life in the city is very different. I already realized in elementary school, that people like me are either nobody, or leaders. Like me, as in, I dress and act differently. I used to be bullied too, among other things I was called a hillbilly. But I overcame the bullies very fast. I became known as the girl that end all fights very fast. Teachers didn’t think well of that though, afterall, they were the ones who had to call the ambulance, when someone went as far as even raised a finger at me. But I liked my status. With a short time from nobody to the absolute leader. I look like I’m slightly overweight, but I’m actually very mobile. Usually when I knock some boy out no one will even notice. Except the boy of course, although they don’t have much of an idea either. They’re so slow. Everyone except me seems to be. Back then I was 14, now I’m 17, about to be 18. When I was 16 I realized: boys avoided me. I of course knew the reason to that, but still. It’s still sad when everyone else has a boyfriend and I don’t. Now that I’m 17, I’m not so aggressive anymore.
Last week I met a boy. It’s always different with him, in every way. I don’t know what it is, but I want to be together with him. Very strange, as it’s not like me. I’ve always been known as someone, who is neutral towards boys. Girls trust me, as I’ve never <expression> someone’s boyfriend. But now, I guess I’ve started to babble. Instead, I’d like to speak of when I met with her.
I was randomly wandering around in the city. Boredom was starting to get fatal. I stepped of the main street and onto an alley. In through the door, out from the other side, onto another alley. I know this city much better than even those old people who have lived here even since they were kids. I spend most of my time outside. I also go to school, but it doesn’t have a meaning to me. They say I’m very stubborn. So what if I am? Get over it. I don’t intend to change myself for someone else. Unless it’s Ryan. Oh right, I wanted to talk of him. On that day I wandered the city, as usual. The time was approaching midnight. It was dark, but that didn’t disturb me - I see very well in the dark too. I was headed towards the park, through my shortcuts of course. I like moving through alleys, I never feel like there’s cops nearby when I do. I hate them. Anyways, in the park there is also a skatepark. That’s where I was headed, to skate, as usual. Near the skatepark I saw a gang. They were picking on some other boy. I usually wouldn’t care, but I know how it feels to be bullied. I approached them and asked “Well, what’s up boys? You think you’re so tough?” “oO, the girl came too. Wait a little. We’ll finish with him and then deal with you. “
I looked straight into his eyes, with complete calm. “You think? I think you can’t even lay a finger on me.” He only grinned at that. “Are you deaf? Or just stupid? I said - prove that you dare to even touch me. Or are you as cowardly as you look like?” “So the bitch wants to have fun? Sure,” he said, still grinning, and turned towards me. This grinning enraged me, but I didn’t let them see that. Not the right time, yet. He’s way bigger than I am, so I have to be fast. He started to move his hand towards my shoulder. Who does he think I am? Within half a second, when his hand was one inch from my shoulder, I grabbed it. He of course pulled back his hand and tried to slap me, but on that moment I hit his wrist. A silent crack was heard and he fell to the ground. Oh, so that’s how tough he is? Falls from the first hit.
It took a few more seconds for others to even realize what had happened. They didn’t turn out to be smarter. They, 4 of them left, stepped towards me. But they weren’t as dumb as they seemed. They spread out around me. Like by a signal, 3 of them rushed towards me, but it was a diversion. One of them grabbed me from behind and forced me to the ground. I couldn’t do anything. I was struggling like crazy, the others just watched. They didn’t grin, one of them had already payed for that.
The one that grabbed me tried to undress me, but due to having to hold me tight and my constant struggling it proved to be complicated. I managed to free one hand and punched him. He fell back a little, freeing my other hand. Before he had time to react I had landed another blow on his stomach, kicked him in the groin and was on him, twisting his hands behind his back. I looked at the others, enraged as I was. They were quite scared. A moment later they thought it better to run. They can think a little afterall. When they had left I also released the one under me. He only moaned. The leader of the gang was still lying on the ground nearby. No sense of honor at all, leaving their friend behind. The leader simply lay on the ground, trying to keep his hand still. “You should call yourself an ambulance,” I said, once again calm. “I...cnt” he only said about that. Whatever, I don’t care about him.
The boy that they had been bullying simply looked at me. He seemed quite fearful. Well, kind of makes sense. Who else has seen before, that a girl beats the crap out of 2 boys alone... “Well, who are you?” I asked, “Why were they bullying you?”.
“I don’t think you would understand,” he responded. “We’ll talk,” I said. “Since I already saved you, you can guess how far my ability to understand goes.” He didn’t have anything to say about that joke. Oh well, frightened. “But you do know why they were bullying you, right?”
He didn’t respond.
“You don’t know?” I asked.
“It’s rather about how to explain it,” he responded.
“Why should I believe you?” I asked, “You’re just too scared to admit something”.
He looked at me. “You think?” Asked his eyes.
He pointed at a nearby car. I looked at him, not understanding. He pointed at the car again, not looking away from it. I looked too.
At first, nothing happened. But then the car started to rise up. It rose higher and higher, until it reached about the sixth floor, then started to descend again. Having landed the car, he looked at me. He no longer looked frightened, but smiled. “Do you now believe that I’m not normal?”
I was speechless.
How did you do it? I asked. “Well, I said that it’s hard to explain” he told.
His eyes were cheerful. Someone cares. But now he was no longer so modest. We sat in the skatepark, on the ramp. I asked, he responded.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Too vaikne võõras(EE)
Esimene peatükk
Minu vanemad kolisid siia linna kui ma olin kolmene. Ei tea küll miks, vähemalt minu arust läks meil eelmises elukohas hästi. Me elasime maal ja pidasime talu. Maad oli meil palju. Seetõttu ma ei saagi aru miks me järsku kolima pidime.
Elu linnas on hoopis teistsugune. Ma taipasin juba algkoolis, et minusorti inimesed on kas eikeegid, või juhid. Minusorti selles mõttes, et ma riietun ja käitun hoopis teistmoodi. Mind kiusati varem ka, nimetati muuhulgas ka maakaks. Aga kiusajatest sain ma üpris kiirelt jagu. Mina sain tuntuks kui tüdruk, kes väga kiirelt kakluse lõpetab. Õpetajad ei arvanud sellest just hästi, afterall, nende mureks jäi ju kiirabi kutsuda kui keegi kasvõi näppu julges minu vastu tõsta. Aga mulle mu seisund meeldis. Lühikese ajaga eikeegist täielikuks tipuks. Ma olen pealtnäha veidike ülekaaluline, aga väga liikuv. Enamasti kui ma mõne poisi nokauti löön, ei jõua keegi seda märgatagi. Peale poisi muidugi, kuigi, ega nemadki väga hästi toimunust aru ei saa. Nad on nii aeglased. Kõik peale minu paistavad olevat. Tollal olin ma 14. Nüüdseks olen ma 17, varsti saan 18. 16-aastasena taipasin ma üht: Poisid hoiavad minust eemale. Ma sain loomulikult aru, milles asi on, aga ikkagi. Kurb on ju ikka kui kõigil teistel on oma poiss ja mul ei ole. Nüüd, kus ma olen 17, ei ole ma enam nii agressiivne.
Eelmisel nädalal kohtusin ma ühe poisiga. Temaga on kuidagi teistmoodi, igas mõttes. Ma ei tea mis see on, aga tahan alati temaga koos olla. Väga imelik, see ei ole ju minu moodi. Mind on alati tuntud kui kedagi, kes poistesse neutraalselt suhtub. Tüdrukud usaldavad mind seetõttu, ma ei ole kunagi kellegi poissi üle löönud. Aga nüüd, olen ma ilmselt lobisema jäänud. Tahaksin hoopis rääkida, kuidas ma temaga kohtusin.
Ma hulkusin suvaliselt mööda linna ringi. Igavus muutus vaikselt juba eluohtlikuks. Astusin peatänavalt kõrvale. Siis läbi järgmise kõrvaltänava. Uksest sisse. Teisel poolte maja välja, järgmisele kõrvaltänavale. Ma tean seda linna palju paremini kui isegi need vanamehed, kes siin lapsest peale elanud on. Ma veedan enamiku oma ajast õues, koolis käin ka, aga koolil pole mulle tähtsust. Ma elan enda nimel ja sellel, mida mingid vanamehed mulle ette kirjutavad ei ole tähtsust. Räägitakse, et ma olen vägagi isepäine. No ja kui olengi? Leppigu sellega. Ma ei kavatsegi ennast kellegi teise nimel muuta. Kui just mitte Ryani. Ah jaa, ma ju tahtsin temast rääkida. Too päev ma siis hulkusin linnas ringi, nagu ikka. Parasjagu lähenes kell südaööle. Oli üpris pime, aga mind see ei häirinud. Ma näen pimedaski hästi. Ma liikusin pargi poole, oma otseteid pidi muidugi. Mulle meeldib kõrvaltänavaid pidi liikuda, kunagi ei ole sellist tunnet, nagu oleks politsei ligidal. Ma vihkan neid. Igatahes, pargis on ka rulaväljak. Sinna ma suundusingi. Rulatama, nagu ikka. Rulaväljaku juures ma nägin mingit kampa. Jälle mingid poisid, peavad end ilmselt jube kõvaks. Nad norisid kellegi kössis poisi kallal. Muidu mind ei huvita, aga ma tean mis tunne on olla kiusatud. Ma astusin neile ligi ja ütlesin:”No poisid, mis toimub? Peate end eriti kõvadeks meesteks?” “Oo, plika tuleb ka. Oota natuke, lõpetame temaga ära, küll ma siis sulle näitan kui kõva mees mul on.” Ma vaatasin talle otse silma, täiesti rahulikult. “Arvad? Mina arvan, et sa ei suuda mul juuksekarvagi kõverdada.” Ta ainult irvitas selle peale ja tahtis jälle tolle poisi kallale minna. “Kurt oled või? Või lihtsalt loll? Ma ütlesin sulle-Tõesta, et sa mind puutudagi julged, või oledki nii arg nagu paistad?”. “Ah, et lits tahab lõbutseda, minugipoolest”, ütles ta ikka veel irvitades ja pööras minu poole. See irvitamine ajas mind raevu, aga ma ei näidanud seda välja. Pole veel õige aeg. Ta on minust rohkem kui peajagu pikem, seega pean ma olema kiire. Ta sirutas käe mu õla poole. Kelleks ta mind peab? Poole sekundi jooksul, kui ta käsi oli paari tolli kaugusel mu õlast, võtsin ma sellest kinni. Ta muidugi tõmbas käe ära ja proovis kõrvakiilu anda. Aga sel hetkel kui ta käsi uuesti minu poole lendas, lendas ka minu käsi, vastu ta rannet. Oli kuulda vaikset raksatust ja ta langes maha. Ah et nii kõva mees ta siis ongi? Esimese löögi peale langeb. Teised said alles paar sekundit hiljem aru mis toimus. Nad ei osutunud targemaks. Nad, neid oli järgi 4, astusid minu poole. Sihikindlalt, aga mitte just aruka sihikindlusega. Minul adrenaliin möllas. Eks te tulge. Aga nad ei olnud päris nii lollid kui paistsid. Nad hargnesid minu ümber. Justkui märguande peale tormasid 3 neist mulle korraga peale, aga see oli petekas. Neljas haaras mul seljatagant kinni ja surus mind maha. Ma ei suutnud midagi teha. Ma rabelesin nagu hull, teised lihtsalt vaatasid pealt. Enam nad ei irvitanud, nende juht oli selle eest oma tasu saanud. Too, kes mind kinni hoidis, proovis mind lahti riietada, aga korraga kinni hoides ja minu rabelemise tõttu, osutus see keeruliseks. Sain ühe käe lahti, hoop lõugu. Ta tõmbus natuke tagasi, teine käsi oli ka nüüd lahti. Enne kui ta reageerida jõudis oli ta juba saanud teise hoobi kõhtu, jalaga hargivahele ja ta oli mu all, käsi seljataha väänatud. Ma vaatasin teistele otsa, raevunult, nagu ma olin. Nad olid üpris hirmunud. Ma nõksatasin järsult peaga ette, ähvarduseks. Nad pidasid paremaks minema joosta. Natuke ikka mõistust on. Kui nad olid läinud lasin ma ka enda all olnu lahti. Ta ainult oigas. Kamba juht oli ikka lähedal maas. Ei mingit autunnet, jätavad sõbra maha. Juht oli põlvili maas, proovis oma kätt paigal olla. “Sa peaksid endale kiirabi kutsuma”, ütlesin ma, jälle rahulikult. “E..saa” ütles ta ainult selle peale. Ise teab, mina ka vaeva ei hakka nägema.
Too poiss keda nad kiusanud olid, vaatas ainult. Ta paistis üpris ehmunud. Nojah, kes siis varem on näinud, et tüdruk kahele poisile järjest peksa annab.. “Noh, kes sa selline oled?” küsisin ma talt. “Miks nad sind kiusasid?”. “Ma ei usu, et sa aru saad.” ütles ta. “No räägi, kui ma sind juba päästsin, siis ma arvan, et sa näed kui suur on minu mõistmisvõime.” Ta ei osanud selle nalja peale midagi öelda. Nojah, ehmunud. “Aga sa ikka tead, miks nad sind kiusasid?”. Ta ei vastanud midagi.
“Sa ei tea?” küsisin ma talt. “Küsimus on hoopis selles, kuidas seda seletada” ütles ta. Sellepeale küsisin ma:”Ja miks peaksin ma sind uskuma? Sa lihtsalt ei julge tunnistada, et jama ajad.” Sellepeale vaatas ta mulle otsa. “Arvad?”, küsis ta pilk. Ta näitas ühe lähedaloleva auto poole. Seejärel lihtsalt jäi seda autot vaatama. Ma vaatasin talle küsivalt otsa. Sellepeale osutas ta uuesti auto poole, pilku pööramata. Ma siis vaatasin. Alguses ei paistnud midagi toimuvat. Aga siis hakkas auto vaikselt üles kerkima. See tõusis järjest kõrgemale kuni jõudis umbes kuuenda korruse kõrgusele, seejärel hakkas langema. Auto maandatud, vaatas ta mulle otsa. Ta pilk ei olnud enam eemalolev, vaid võidurõõmus. “Kas nüüd usud, et ma ei ole tavaline?”. Ma olin sõnatu.
“Kuidas sa seda tegid?” küsisin ma. “No ma ju ütlesin, et seda on raske seletada”,vastas ta. Ta silmad lausa särasid. Kedagi huvitab. Aga nüüd ei olnud ta enam nii tagasihoidlik. Istusime siis rulaplatsil rambi peal. Ta hakkas rääkima. Mina küsisin, tema vastas.
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Pärast Ryaniga tutvumist tegi mu elu täispöörde. Me leppisime kokku, et hakkame tihemini kohtuma. Üksteise numbrid saime ka. Ma ei olnud enam ükskõikne. Ma hoolisin, mis sest, et ainult Ryaniga kohtumisest. Me ei rääkinud eriti palju tema andest. Talle ei meeldi sellest rääkida. Mõistetav, minagi ei mõtle asjadele, mis valusaid mälestusi esile toovad. Seega me rääkisime muust. Me rääkisime kõigest. Oi kuidas mulle meeldis teda kuulata. Selge, madal hääl. Koolis hakkasid ka hinded paranema. Ei oskagi öelda miks, aga õpetajad küll imestasid. Nad ei oleks kunagi seda arvanud. Ma ei tea, miks ma üldse veel koolis käisin. Põhiharidus oli juba käes, aga nüüd hakkas see mulle meeldima. Alles nüüd ma taipasin, kui allakäinud mu elu oli olnud...
Ryaniga kohtusime me nüüd ka päeval. Võis tunduda, et ma hulgun iga öö ringi, aga nii see ei ole. Ainult siis, kui ma kellegi või millegi peale vihane olen. Tavaliselt hulgun ma ringi hoopis päeval.. Igatahes, nüüd hulkusime me koos ringi. Mõnikord tuli ta isegi kooli mulle vastu. Ma kuulsin, et meie kohta räägitakse kuulujutte, aga mind see ei huvita. Mind pole kunagi huvitanud, mida minust räägitakse. Ta ise on 19. Koolis ta enam ei käi. Talle piisas 9st klassist, et veenduda kooli mõttetuses.
Üks päev temaga ringi jalutades kohtusime jälle tolle poistekambaga. Nende juht ei olnud targemaks saanud, ikka irvitas iga asja peale. Teistest 2 vaatasid minu poole ettevaatlikult, nemad mäletasid selgelt. Juht pöördus minu poole. Ma manasin näole tüdinud ilme. “Oo, olete nüüd mingi paar jah?”ilkus ta. “Mis ajast see sinu asi on? Või oled oma õppetunni unustanud?”. “”Õppetunni,””, mühatas ta sellepeale. “sul lihtsalt vedas”. “Arvad?” küsisin ma talt, ingellikult naeratades, ilmselgelt mitte märgates, mida ma kavatsesin. “Jah, arvan”, ütles ta ja astus lähemale. Kui palju tuleb teda taguda, et mõistus pähe tuleks? Nojah, lollid jäävad lollideks. “Tulge siis minuga, kui julgete” ütlesin ma ja pöörasin talle uhkelt selja. Ta ei tulnud järgi. “Noh, kõva mees, nii arg oledki?” Teised sosistasid talle midagi. Ta tegi käega žesti, mis ütles:”Ah, mis ikka juhtub”, ja tuli. Teised tulid järgi. Me olime ühel suuremal tänaval, siin võivad mendid kakluse peale kohale tulla. Seega tuleb nad minema juhatada. Ryan on vagusi, ta ei tea mida sellest arvata.
Juhatan neid siis tolle pargi poole, et neile eelmine kord meelde tuleks. Umbes samas kohas, kus eelmine kordki, küsin ma neilt:”Noh, hakake pihta”. Jälle nad kõhklesid. Ma astusin lähemale. Läksin otse nende juhi nina alla. Mina esimesena ei löö, siis saan ma alati öelda, et see oli enesekaitse. “Või kardad sa jälle tüdrukult kolki saada?”küsisin ma talt, nii, et kõik teised ka kuulsid. Selle peale ei saanud ta lihtsalt mitte midagi teha. Ta pidi reageerima. Ja seda ta tegigi. a proovis lüüa mind kõhtu. Seekord oli ta löögis natuke rohkem mõtlemist, aga ta oli siiski minust palju aeglasem. Haarasin ta käest, pööre, mats. Maadlustundidest ikka oli kasu, mõtlesin ma. Ryan on ühe rambi otsas, arvatavasti selleks, et teda ei rünnataks. Sinna ei saa ronida ilma, et ta märkaks. Kamba juht ei jätnud asja nii. Ta tegi kõige lollima asja, mida lamav vastane saab teha. Proovis mul jalgu haarata. Hoop kõhtu ja kohe lasid käed lahti. Ma ei löö kunagi rohkem kui vaja, või mõnikord ikka, kui ma vihane olen, siis küll, aga muidu mitte. Teised jälle seisid seal nagu lollid. Kambavaim on üks imelik asi, koos olles minuga tüli norivad, aga üksteist ei kaitse. Hale.
Minu vanemad kolisid siia linna kui ma olin kolmene. Ei tea küll miks, vähemalt minu arust läks meil eelmises elukohas hästi. Me elasime maal ja pidasime talu. Maad oli meil palju. Seetõttu ma ei saagi aru miks me järsku kolima pidime.
Elu linnas on hoopis teistsugune. Ma taipasin juba algkoolis, et minusorti inimesed on kas eikeegid, või juhid. Minusorti selles mõttes, et ma riietun ja käitun hoopis teistmoodi. Mind kiusati varem ka, nimetati muuhulgas ka maakaks. Aga kiusajatest sain ma üpris kiirelt jagu. Mina sain tuntuks kui tüdruk, kes väga kiirelt kakluse lõpetab. Õpetajad ei arvanud sellest just hästi, afterall, nende mureks jäi ju kiirabi kutsuda kui keegi kasvõi näppu julges minu vastu tõsta. Aga mulle mu seisund meeldis. Lühikese ajaga eikeegist täielikuks tipuks. Ma olen pealtnäha veidike ülekaaluline, aga väga liikuv. Enamasti kui ma mõne poisi nokauti löön, ei jõua keegi seda märgatagi. Peale poisi muidugi, kuigi, ega nemadki väga hästi toimunust aru ei saa. Nad on nii aeglased. Kõik peale minu paistavad olevat. Tollal olin ma 14. Nüüdseks olen ma 17, varsti saan 18. 16-aastasena taipasin ma üht: Poisid hoiavad minust eemale. Ma sain loomulikult aru, milles asi on, aga ikkagi. Kurb on ju ikka kui kõigil teistel on oma poiss ja mul ei ole. Nüüd, kus ma olen 17, ei ole ma enam nii agressiivne.
Eelmisel nädalal kohtusin ma ühe poisiga. Temaga on kuidagi teistmoodi, igas mõttes. Ma ei tea mis see on, aga tahan alati temaga koos olla. Väga imelik, see ei ole ju minu moodi. Mind on alati tuntud kui kedagi, kes poistesse neutraalselt suhtub. Tüdrukud usaldavad mind seetõttu, ma ei ole kunagi kellegi poissi üle löönud. Aga nüüd, olen ma ilmselt lobisema jäänud. Tahaksin hoopis rääkida, kuidas ma temaga kohtusin.
Ma hulkusin suvaliselt mööda linna ringi. Igavus muutus vaikselt juba eluohtlikuks. Astusin peatänavalt kõrvale. Siis läbi järgmise kõrvaltänava. Uksest sisse. Teisel poolte maja välja, järgmisele kõrvaltänavale. Ma tean seda linna palju paremini kui isegi need vanamehed, kes siin lapsest peale elanud on. Ma veedan enamiku oma ajast õues, koolis käin ka, aga koolil pole mulle tähtsust. Ma elan enda nimel ja sellel, mida mingid vanamehed mulle ette kirjutavad ei ole tähtsust. Räägitakse, et ma olen vägagi isepäine. No ja kui olengi? Leppigu sellega. Ma ei kavatsegi ennast kellegi teise nimel muuta. Kui just mitte Ryani. Ah jaa, ma ju tahtsin temast rääkida. Too päev ma siis hulkusin linnas ringi, nagu ikka. Parasjagu lähenes kell südaööle. Oli üpris pime, aga mind see ei häirinud. Ma näen pimedaski hästi. Ma liikusin pargi poole, oma otseteid pidi muidugi. Mulle meeldib kõrvaltänavaid pidi liikuda, kunagi ei ole sellist tunnet, nagu oleks politsei ligidal. Ma vihkan neid. Igatahes, pargis on ka rulaväljak. Sinna ma suundusingi. Rulatama, nagu ikka. Rulaväljaku juures ma nägin mingit kampa. Jälle mingid poisid, peavad end ilmselt jube kõvaks. Nad norisid kellegi kössis poisi kallal. Muidu mind ei huvita, aga ma tean mis tunne on olla kiusatud. Ma astusin neile ligi ja ütlesin:”No poisid, mis toimub? Peate end eriti kõvadeks meesteks?” “Oo, plika tuleb ka. Oota natuke, lõpetame temaga ära, küll ma siis sulle näitan kui kõva mees mul on.” Ma vaatasin talle otse silma, täiesti rahulikult. “Arvad? Mina arvan, et sa ei suuda mul juuksekarvagi kõverdada.” Ta ainult irvitas selle peale ja tahtis jälle tolle poisi kallale minna. “Kurt oled või? Või lihtsalt loll? Ma ütlesin sulle-Tõesta, et sa mind puutudagi julged, või oledki nii arg nagu paistad?”. “Ah, et lits tahab lõbutseda, minugipoolest”, ütles ta ikka veel irvitades ja pööras minu poole. See irvitamine ajas mind raevu, aga ma ei näidanud seda välja. Pole veel õige aeg. Ta on minust rohkem kui peajagu pikem, seega pean ma olema kiire. Ta sirutas käe mu õla poole. Kelleks ta mind peab? Poole sekundi jooksul, kui ta käsi oli paari tolli kaugusel mu õlast, võtsin ma sellest kinni. Ta muidugi tõmbas käe ära ja proovis kõrvakiilu anda. Aga sel hetkel kui ta käsi uuesti minu poole lendas, lendas ka minu käsi, vastu ta rannet. Oli kuulda vaikset raksatust ja ta langes maha. Ah et nii kõva mees ta siis ongi? Esimese löögi peale langeb. Teised said alles paar sekundit hiljem aru mis toimus. Nad ei osutunud targemaks. Nad, neid oli järgi 4, astusid minu poole. Sihikindlalt, aga mitte just aruka sihikindlusega. Minul adrenaliin möllas. Eks te tulge. Aga nad ei olnud päris nii lollid kui paistsid. Nad hargnesid minu ümber. Justkui märguande peale tormasid 3 neist mulle korraga peale, aga see oli petekas. Neljas haaras mul seljatagant kinni ja surus mind maha. Ma ei suutnud midagi teha. Ma rabelesin nagu hull, teised lihtsalt vaatasid pealt. Enam nad ei irvitanud, nende juht oli selle eest oma tasu saanud. Too, kes mind kinni hoidis, proovis mind lahti riietada, aga korraga kinni hoides ja minu rabelemise tõttu, osutus see keeruliseks. Sain ühe käe lahti, hoop lõugu. Ta tõmbus natuke tagasi, teine käsi oli ka nüüd lahti. Enne kui ta reageerida jõudis oli ta juba saanud teise hoobi kõhtu, jalaga hargivahele ja ta oli mu all, käsi seljataha väänatud. Ma vaatasin teistele otsa, raevunult, nagu ma olin. Nad olid üpris hirmunud. Ma nõksatasin järsult peaga ette, ähvarduseks. Nad pidasid paremaks minema joosta. Natuke ikka mõistust on. Kui nad olid läinud lasin ma ka enda all olnu lahti. Ta ainult oigas. Kamba juht oli ikka lähedal maas. Ei mingit autunnet, jätavad sõbra maha. Juht oli põlvili maas, proovis oma kätt paigal olla. “Sa peaksid endale kiirabi kutsuma”, ütlesin ma, jälle rahulikult. “E..saa” ütles ta ainult selle peale. Ise teab, mina ka vaeva ei hakka nägema.
Too poiss keda nad kiusanud olid, vaatas ainult. Ta paistis üpris ehmunud. Nojah, kes siis varem on näinud, et tüdruk kahele poisile järjest peksa annab.. “Noh, kes sa selline oled?” küsisin ma talt. “Miks nad sind kiusasid?”. “Ma ei usu, et sa aru saad.” ütles ta. “No räägi, kui ma sind juba päästsin, siis ma arvan, et sa näed kui suur on minu mõistmisvõime.” Ta ei osanud selle nalja peale midagi öelda. Nojah, ehmunud. “Aga sa ikka tead, miks nad sind kiusasid?”. Ta ei vastanud midagi.
“Sa ei tea?” küsisin ma talt. “Küsimus on hoopis selles, kuidas seda seletada” ütles ta. Sellepeale küsisin ma:”Ja miks peaksin ma sind uskuma? Sa lihtsalt ei julge tunnistada, et jama ajad.” Sellepeale vaatas ta mulle otsa. “Arvad?”, küsis ta pilk. Ta näitas ühe lähedaloleva auto poole. Seejärel lihtsalt jäi seda autot vaatama. Ma vaatasin talle küsivalt otsa. Sellepeale osutas ta uuesti auto poole, pilku pööramata. Ma siis vaatasin. Alguses ei paistnud midagi toimuvat. Aga siis hakkas auto vaikselt üles kerkima. See tõusis järjest kõrgemale kuni jõudis umbes kuuenda korruse kõrgusele, seejärel hakkas langema. Auto maandatud, vaatas ta mulle otsa. Ta pilk ei olnud enam eemalolev, vaid võidurõõmus. “Kas nüüd usud, et ma ei ole tavaline?”. Ma olin sõnatu.
“Kuidas sa seda tegid?” küsisin ma. “No ma ju ütlesin, et seda on raske seletada”,vastas ta. Ta silmad lausa särasid. Kedagi huvitab. Aga nüüd ei olnud ta enam nii tagasihoidlik. Istusime siis rulaplatsil rambi peal. Ta hakkas rääkima. Mina küsisin, tema vastas.
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Pärast Ryaniga tutvumist tegi mu elu täispöörde. Me leppisime kokku, et hakkame tihemini kohtuma. Üksteise numbrid saime ka. Ma ei olnud enam ükskõikne. Ma hoolisin, mis sest, et ainult Ryaniga kohtumisest. Me ei rääkinud eriti palju tema andest. Talle ei meeldi sellest rääkida. Mõistetav, minagi ei mõtle asjadele, mis valusaid mälestusi esile toovad. Seega me rääkisime muust. Me rääkisime kõigest. Oi kuidas mulle meeldis teda kuulata. Selge, madal hääl. Koolis hakkasid ka hinded paranema. Ei oskagi öelda miks, aga õpetajad küll imestasid. Nad ei oleks kunagi seda arvanud. Ma ei tea, miks ma üldse veel koolis käisin. Põhiharidus oli juba käes, aga nüüd hakkas see mulle meeldima. Alles nüüd ma taipasin, kui allakäinud mu elu oli olnud...
Ryaniga kohtusime me nüüd ka päeval. Võis tunduda, et ma hulgun iga öö ringi, aga nii see ei ole. Ainult siis, kui ma kellegi või millegi peale vihane olen. Tavaliselt hulgun ma ringi hoopis päeval.. Igatahes, nüüd hulkusime me koos ringi. Mõnikord tuli ta isegi kooli mulle vastu. Ma kuulsin, et meie kohta räägitakse kuulujutte, aga mind see ei huvita. Mind pole kunagi huvitanud, mida minust räägitakse. Ta ise on 19. Koolis ta enam ei käi. Talle piisas 9st klassist, et veenduda kooli mõttetuses.
Üks päev temaga ringi jalutades kohtusime jälle tolle poistekambaga. Nende juht ei olnud targemaks saanud, ikka irvitas iga asja peale. Teistest 2 vaatasid minu poole ettevaatlikult, nemad mäletasid selgelt. Juht pöördus minu poole. Ma manasin näole tüdinud ilme. “Oo, olete nüüd mingi paar jah?”ilkus ta. “Mis ajast see sinu asi on? Või oled oma õppetunni unustanud?”. “”Õppetunni,””, mühatas ta sellepeale. “sul lihtsalt vedas”. “Arvad?” küsisin ma talt, ingellikult naeratades, ilmselgelt mitte märgates, mida ma kavatsesin. “Jah, arvan”, ütles ta ja astus lähemale. Kui palju tuleb teda taguda, et mõistus pähe tuleks? Nojah, lollid jäävad lollideks. “Tulge siis minuga, kui julgete” ütlesin ma ja pöörasin talle uhkelt selja. Ta ei tulnud järgi. “Noh, kõva mees, nii arg oledki?” Teised sosistasid talle midagi. Ta tegi käega žesti, mis ütles:”Ah, mis ikka juhtub”, ja tuli. Teised tulid järgi. Me olime ühel suuremal tänaval, siin võivad mendid kakluse peale kohale tulla. Seega tuleb nad minema juhatada. Ryan on vagusi, ta ei tea mida sellest arvata.
Juhatan neid siis tolle pargi poole, et neile eelmine kord meelde tuleks. Umbes samas kohas, kus eelmine kordki, küsin ma neilt:”Noh, hakake pihta”. Jälle nad kõhklesid. Ma astusin lähemale. Läksin otse nende juhi nina alla. Mina esimesena ei löö, siis saan ma alati öelda, et see oli enesekaitse. “Või kardad sa jälle tüdrukult kolki saada?”küsisin ma talt, nii, et kõik teised ka kuulsid. Selle peale ei saanud ta lihtsalt mitte midagi teha. Ta pidi reageerima. Ja seda ta tegigi. a proovis lüüa mind kõhtu. Seekord oli ta löögis natuke rohkem mõtlemist, aga ta oli siiski minust palju aeglasem. Haarasin ta käest, pööre, mats. Maadlustundidest ikka oli kasu, mõtlesin ma. Ryan on ühe rambi otsas, arvatavasti selleks, et teda ei rünnataks. Sinna ei saa ronida ilma, et ta märkaks. Kamba juht ei jätnud asja nii. Ta tegi kõige lollima asja, mida lamav vastane saab teha. Proovis mul jalgu haarata. Hoop kõhtu ja kohe lasid käed lahti. Ma ei löö kunagi rohkem kui vaja, või mõnikord ikka, kui ma vihane olen, siis küll, aga muidu mitte. Teised jälle seisid seal nagu lollid. Kambavaim on üks imelik asi, koos olles minuga tüli norivad, aga üksteist ei kaitse. Hale.
Knight and Demon(EN)
Midsummer. Small merchant town near the sea.
Across the streets walks a dark figure. It was headed towards the town hall square. It walked in perfect calm and the surrounding people were of no interest to him. The people, however, stayed away.
He wore a black hood and whenever someone talked to him, all he did was raise the hood slightly, so that the person could see his face and turn away. Everyone did turn away, as he walked through the town.
No one, not even the soldiers, tried to stop him. The gate guards had actually tried by closing the gate, but he just calmly walked to the gate... and then shattered it with a single blow.
Having reached the town hall square, he took off his hood. He looked like a living skeleton, if it hadn’t been for those eyes. His eyes were dark red, just like freshly spilled blood. Their vision penetrated the people, even though his eyes didn’t even have pupils. In fact, his eyes weren’t even physically existent.
The bones of this skeleton were very old. In times there had been attempts to burn this skeleton, thus the bones were pitch black.
Yet, the monster was still here, grinning. Skeletons always seem to grin. For some reason this skeleton also had wings, or what was left of them. On his head there were horns.
With a dark, cold and yet incredibly loud and clear tone he said: “Vacua vero, contremiscunt! Veni enim ad sancti,” while not moving a single bone.
No one understand what he had said, so for a while the people were quiet and kept looking at him. Many sneaked away from the square, terrified.
Some time later an armored knight walked across the square. The same knight that had arrived this morning. He didn’t wield a sword; it was on his belt. He didn’t look frightened at all.
The skeleton shouted something at him, in that same strange language he had been talking in earlier. The knight responded to him, silently and without emotion, but yet clearly.
It seemed like they were discussing something. The skeleton always talked with his quaking and powerful voice, while the knight responded as quietly as people normally talk, if not more quiet.
After some time they stopped talking. The knight was looking at the skeleton, eyes not revealing anything, but his hand on the hilt of his sword. The skeleton seemed to not care at all. The knight started to emit a golden glow, while the skeleton reeked of death. Those, that knew about magic also knew, that something was about to happen.
Both of the figures gleamed with force. They stood like this for a quarter of an hour. Then, it seemed that it was all over. The knight looked towards the people and the skeleton started to walk away.
Then, when the skeleton was a few dozen metres a barely audible sound was heard. The sound of one bone being rubbed against another. It was immediately responded to by the sound of a sword being drawn.
Then everything happened fast. With a silent, but hasty pace the opponents moved to each other and the swords met.
The fight had lasted for many minutes, making it ever more clearer that the knight is about to lose. However, it wasn’t final. The knight gathered himself and started to hit back.
With intermittent success for either side, they kept fighting, people watching intensively.
Eventually the knight hit the sword hilt of his opponent, immediately following up with a blow between the eyes.
A quick flame rose from the skeleton’s feet to the head, then disappeared. After that, the skeletons simply fell apart. All that was left, was a pile of easily powderable bones.
Then the knight fell on the ground.
People were startled, but quickly rushed to his aid. It was quickly checked that he is still alive. He was, although very tired. The unknown knight was quickly carried up the stairs of the town hall and made to lie down. A while later he opened his eyes. For a moment it seemed, that they were golden, but when looking again, they were dark green like before.
By the next morning he had recovered entirely. He was found sitting on the stairs of the town hall. Some tried to make him go back to bed, but he didn’t agree. “I am much more well than you know”.
After a while people started asking questions, since he had said that he’s alright. He didn’t respond at all. It even seemed, that he doesn’t notice the people at all. He just sat there, eyes closed.
It was said, that this skeleton was a demon. Well, that was obvious. However, what people didn’t know, was that before becoming a demon he had been a human. He was a childhood friend of the knight. An embodiment of evil, whose best friend was bound to become something much different. The ways of the world are twisted.
Across the streets walks a dark figure. It was headed towards the town hall square. It walked in perfect calm and the surrounding people were of no interest to him. The people, however, stayed away.
He wore a black hood and whenever someone talked to him, all he did was raise the hood slightly, so that the person could see his face and turn away. Everyone did turn away, as he walked through the town.
No one, not even the soldiers, tried to stop him. The gate guards had actually tried by closing the gate, but he just calmly walked to the gate... and then shattered it with a single blow.
Having reached the town hall square, he took off his hood. He looked like a living skeleton, if it hadn’t been for those eyes. His eyes were dark red, just like freshly spilled blood. Their vision penetrated the people, even though his eyes didn’t even have pupils. In fact, his eyes weren’t even physically existent.
The bones of this skeleton were very old. In times there had been attempts to burn this skeleton, thus the bones were pitch black.
Yet, the monster was still here, grinning. Skeletons always seem to grin. For some reason this skeleton also had wings, or what was left of them. On his head there were horns.
With a dark, cold and yet incredibly loud and clear tone he said: “Vacua vero, contremiscunt! Veni enim ad sancti,” while not moving a single bone.
No one understand what he had said, so for a while the people were quiet and kept looking at him. Many sneaked away from the square, terrified.
Some time later an armored knight walked across the square. The same knight that had arrived this morning. He didn’t wield a sword; it was on his belt. He didn’t look frightened at all.
The skeleton shouted something at him, in that same strange language he had been talking in earlier. The knight responded to him, silently and without emotion, but yet clearly.
It seemed like they were discussing something. The skeleton always talked with his quaking and powerful voice, while the knight responded as quietly as people normally talk, if not more quiet.
After some time they stopped talking. The knight was looking at the skeleton, eyes not revealing anything, but his hand on the hilt of his sword. The skeleton seemed to not care at all. The knight started to emit a golden glow, while the skeleton reeked of death. Those, that knew about magic also knew, that something was about to happen.
Both of the figures gleamed with force. They stood like this for a quarter of an hour. Then, it seemed that it was all over. The knight looked towards the people and the skeleton started to walk away.
Then, when the skeleton was a few dozen metres a barely audible sound was heard. The sound of one bone being rubbed against another. It was immediately responded to by the sound of a sword being drawn.
Then everything happened fast. With a silent, but hasty pace the opponents moved to each other and the swords met.
The fight had lasted for many minutes, making it ever more clearer that the knight is about to lose. However, it wasn’t final. The knight gathered himself and started to hit back.
With intermittent success for either side, they kept fighting, people watching intensively.
Eventually the knight hit the sword hilt of his opponent, immediately following up with a blow between the eyes.
A quick flame rose from the skeleton’s feet to the head, then disappeared. After that, the skeletons simply fell apart. All that was left, was a pile of easily powderable bones.
Then the knight fell on the ground.
People were startled, but quickly rushed to his aid. It was quickly checked that he is still alive. He was, although very tired. The unknown knight was quickly carried up the stairs of the town hall and made to lie down. A while later he opened his eyes. For a moment it seemed, that they were golden, but when looking again, they were dark green like before.
By the next morning he had recovered entirely. He was found sitting on the stairs of the town hall. Some tried to make him go back to bed, but he didn’t agree. “I am much more well than you know”.
After a while people started asking questions, since he had said that he’s alright. He didn’t respond at all. It even seemed, that he doesn’t notice the people at all. He just sat there, eyes closed.
It was said, that this skeleton was a demon. Well, that was obvious. However, what people didn’t know, was that before becoming a demon he had been a human. He was a childhood friend of the knight. An embodiment of evil, whose best friend was bound to become something much different. The ways of the world are twisted.
Man of the Mountains(EN)
An old man is slowly walking uphill. Very few know his age, but everyone can understand, that he has an impressive lot of it. He himself is, naturally, one of those that know.
He knows much; people learn a lot in years and years he has had.
Purposefully he keeps moving higher up along the trail, closer to the peak.
From the peak of this hill you can see everything within dozens of miles. This man was going there for the view, but not to admire it. He had a purpose.
Within years even people learn a great deal.
The weather is slowly getting cloudy. It will rain in the evening.
The old man still keeps going. He had fulfilled his purpose every time.
There’s none left of those, that remember what he was like as a child. Those, who look at him now tend to think that the years haven’t been merciful to him. Some also say it, but the only, invariable answer that the old man gives goes like this: “If you knew what my eyes have seen you would call me young. “
People have tried to find out what he means by that, but he never tells.
He is called the man of the mountains. Only he himself knows, how ironic this name is.
At one time he used to have a name, but it passed away with the last people that knew him.
Sometimes It seemed, that they had been dead for half an eternity. Which wasn’t so wrong at all...
The old man passes past a village. Only thing that the villagers wonder over, is why he isn’t afraid of getting lost in the rain. However, rain is his friend, far more than any of the villagers could figure.
Man of the mountains has been at this very peak many times. Never taking anyone with him. Some have tried to follow him, but despite his sauntering gait he can quickly leave anyone far behind.
This man has lived for ages. He has seen an era, when this valley was not filled with forest, but with a city. So much time has passed, that there is nothing left of the city. However, man of the mountains remembers an even earlier time. The time when people first came to this part of the continent.
Man of the mountains does not consider himself a human, even though he descends from them. It is not known how he has managed to live so long, but he has been old for ages. He is older than the ages. The ages have formed him. Now he has no humane personality. He has a higher purpose now. A purpose that he fulfills despite any circumstances.
The clouds are very dense now. It is slowly getting darker, even though the sun is yet to set. The old man is close to the peak. He feels that it soon is the time.
Having reached the peak he looks around. It is dark, but he can still see the whole valley quite well. Far to the east there is a sea. Closer there is a forest, dotted with villages.
To the west there are enormous mountains, but none as high as this one. The old man closes his eyes.
It is time.
With a tremendous rustle it starts to rain. The drops are eyeball-sized. Almost immediately everything goes pitch black.
And then came the light. It is not sunlight, but something far worse.
Thunder strikes. The rustle of rain is no longer audible. The voice of thunder is suppressing it. The noise is deafening and doesn’t stop for even a single moment.
The rain keeps getting heavier, lightning illuminates the ground and keeps getting brighter.
In the distance a church tower is visible. It catches several lightning bolts, but soon, there’s a mighty flash. The whole valley is illuminated. Then it gets darker again and pieces of the tower are seen flying apart.
Lightning bolts are striking the whole valley. Constantly the forest starts to burn, just to be extinguished by rain.
Water has started to create mud. Entire villages are drowned by it.
Then, as suddenly as it all began, it’s over. The old man opens his eyes. If there was anyone left alive in the valley they would see deep sadness in his face. He, Man of the Mountains, whom even Time hasn’t touched for ages. The valley is now deserted. The forest can breath more freely and the mountains aren’t being dug.
Looking at the valley one can only see an endless forest, dotted with some plain, muddy areas. The old man has seen this view hundreds of times...
He knows much; people learn a lot in years and years he has had.
Purposefully he keeps moving higher up along the trail, closer to the peak.
From the peak of this hill you can see everything within dozens of miles. This man was going there for the view, but not to admire it. He had a purpose.
Within years even people learn a great deal.
The weather is slowly getting cloudy. It will rain in the evening.
The old man still keeps going. He had fulfilled his purpose every time.
There’s none left of those, that remember what he was like as a child. Those, who look at him now tend to think that the years haven’t been merciful to him. Some also say it, but the only, invariable answer that the old man gives goes like this: “If you knew what my eyes have seen you would call me young. “
People have tried to find out what he means by that, but he never tells.
He is called the man of the mountains. Only he himself knows, how ironic this name is.
At one time he used to have a name, but it passed away with the last people that knew him.
Sometimes It seemed, that they had been dead for half an eternity. Which wasn’t so wrong at all...
The old man passes past a village. Only thing that the villagers wonder over, is why he isn’t afraid of getting lost in the rain. However, rain is his friend, far more than any of the villagers could figure.
Man of the mountains has been at this very peak many times. Never taking anyone with him. Some have tried to follow him, but despite his sauntering gait he can quickly leave anyone far behind.
This man has lived for ages. He has seen an era, when this valley was not filled with forest, but with a city. So much time has passed, that there is nothing left of the city. However, man of the mountains remembers an even earlier time. The time when people first came to this part of the continent.
Man of the mountains does not consider himself a human, even though he descends from them. It is not known how he has managed to live so long, but he has been old for ages. He is older than the ages. The ages have formed him. Now he has no humane personality. He has a higher purpose now. A purpose that he fulfills despite any circumstances.
The clouds are very dense now. It is slowly getting darker, even though the sun is yet to set. The old man is close to the peak. He feels that it soon is the time.
Having reached the peak he looks around. It is dark, but he can still see the whole valley quite well. Far to the east there is a sea. Closer there is a forest, dotted with villages.
To the west there are enormous mountains, but none as high as this one. The old man closes his eyes.
It is time.
With a tremendous rustle it starts to rain. The drops are eyeball-sized. Almost immediately everything goes pitch black.
And then came the light. It is not sunlight, but something far worse.
Thunder strikes. The rustle of rain is no longer audible. The voice of thunder is suppressing it. The noise is deafening and doesn’t stop for even a single moment.
The rain keeps getting heavier, lightning illuminates the ground and keeps getting brighter.
In the distance a church tower is visible. It catches several lightning bolts, but soon, there’s a mighty flash. The whole valley is illuminated. Then it gets darker again and pieces of the tower are seen flying apart.
Lightning bolts are striking the whole valley. Constantly the forest starts to burn, just to be extinguished by rain.
Water has started to create mud. Entire villages are drowned by it.
Then, as suddenly as it all began, it’s over. The old man opens his eyes. If there was anyone left alive in the valley they would see deep sadness in his face. He, Man of the Mountains, whom even Time hasn’t touched for ages. The valley is now deserted. The forest can breath more freely and the mountains aren’t being dug.
Looking at the valley one can only see an endless forest, dotted with some plain, muddy areas. The old man has seen this view hundreds of times...
Mälestused(EE)
Mälestused
Inimene ei ole vaba, eriti mitte siis kui ta arvab et on. Vabadus on miski, milleni vähesed küündivad. Inimest defineerivad mälestused, kui ta kaotab enamiku varasemast on ta uus inimene. Ta ei mäleta, kes ta on, ta on vaba. Kui oled kunagi nii tundnud jääd seda igatsema.
[...]
Ma ärkasin üles. Tähed särasid mu ees. Kus ma olen? Mis juhtus? KES ma olen? Tähed on kaunid, ma ei mäleta et oleksin kunagi neid näinud. Oot-oot, kuidas ma siis tean kuidas neid nimetada? Peast käivad läbi seosed, ülisuured kerad plahvatavast õhust. Aga miks nad siis ei plahvata? Miks nad ikka seal õhus ripuvad? Absurdne...
Tõusen püsti. Vaatan ringi. Ümbrus tundub kuidagi tuttavlik, aga ei ole aru saada, kust ma seda mäletan. Ma näen, et ümbruses on mingid postid(mis see veel on?), millel on mingid puhmad peal(?). Neid on päris palju. Ma ei suuda neid loendada(?). Peast käib läbi: sadu. Ma ei näe neid eriti hästi. On pime, värve pole näha. Kuidas ma üldse näen? Miski liigub minu poole. Kõnnib minust mööda. Ta ei näinud mind. Kuidas? Mina näen teda ju hästi. Ta paistis kiirustavat. Kõnnin talle järgi, huvitav, kes ta on? MIS mina olen? Sees on imelik tühjus. Midagi on puudu. Aga mis? Teadmine. Aga mille kohta? Mõistmine.
Lähen kõndijale järgi. Ta paistab väsivat. Imelik, mina ei ole üldse väsinud. Üldse, ma liigun kuidagi liiga kiirelt, liiga lihtsalt. Kuidas? Kuidas ma üldse aru saan, et see on kiire? Ma ei mäleta. Jälle. Jõuan talle lähedale. Ta ei märka mind ikka veel. Kuhu ta kiirustab? Ei tea, liigun ikka talle järgi. Liigume läbi metsa(?). Varsti hakkab paistma maja. Ma tajun kõndija tundeid. Paanika. Miks? Mida ta kardab? Kui ta kardab, siis miks ta nii julgelt liigub, ? Ei karda pimedust. Jõuame maja juurde. Aeg oleks justkui paigal. Ma tunnen, et aega ei ole üldse kulunud. Ometigi olen ma päris pika maa liikunud. Aeg oleks justkui mõõde, liikuda saab ka tagasi. Siseneme majja. Majas on veel inimesi. Keegi ei näe ikka mind.
Kõik vaatavad mingi voodil lebava keha poole. See on paigal. Miks nad siis ikka veel vaatavad? Kas see peaks nüüd liigutama? Siis ma tajun seda. Näen maailma selle pilgu järgi. Olen too lebav keha. Mõistmine. See olengi mina. Tühjus. Kuidas? Ma olen nüüd ju täielik. Kuulen nende hääli. Teen silmad lahti. Näen ühte neist minu poole vaatamas. Hirmunult. Panen silmad kinni. Ta kiljatab korraks, nagu oleks näinud midagi võimatut. „Ta, ta, ta tegi korraks silmad lahti!“ kokutas ta. Teadmine. „Võimatu, sa kujutasid seda ette,“ ütles üks mehehääl. „Ta on ju surnud,“. Mina!? „keegi ei elaks midagi sellist üle.“ Valusalt tuleb mõistmine, tulevad mälestused. „EI!“ karjun ma, ja teen silmad lahti. Kõik vaatavad mind kui surnut kes on üles tõusnud. Ju ma siis olengi. Ma mäletan haigust. See kestis üpris kaua, päevad ja ööd segunesid kokku. Kokku, ühtseks luupainajaks. Kuni saabus lõpp. „See on ime,“ ütles naine. „Tere tulemast tagasi,“ ütles mees. „Kes ma olen?“ küsin ma. „Pole ime, et ei mäleta, haigus oli raske,“ ütles too mees teisele. Tajun, et minust hoolitakse. Aga too teine mees. Ta näeb välja kahtlane, justkui oleks midagi valesti läinud. Ma olingi surnud.
[...]
See ei olnud kogu lugu. See ei olnud õige lugu. Kui arvad, et seda lugu on lihtne mõista, oled sa sellest valesti aru saanud. Kui see tundub segane, siis oled sa õigesti aru saanud. Maailm ei allu sellele loogikale mida enamik inimesi tunnetab, sest inimlik loogika on subjektiivne.
Inimene ei ole vaba, eriti mitte siis kui ta arvab et on. Vabadus on miski, milleni vähesed küündivad. Inimest defineerivad mälestused, kui ta kaotab enamiku varasemast on ta uus inimene. Ta ei mäleta, kes ta on, ta on vaba. Kui oled kunagi nii tundnud jääd seda igatsema.
[...]
Ma ärkasin üles. Tähed särasid mu ees. Kus ma olen? Mis juhtus? KES ma olen? Tähed on kaunid, ma ei mäleta et oleksin kunagi neid näinud. Oot-oot, kuidas ma siis tean kuidas neid nimetada? Peast käivad läbi seosed, ülisuured kerad plahvatavast õhust. Aga miks nad siis ei plahvata? Miks nad ikka seal õhus ripuvad? Absurdne...
Tõusen püsti. Vaatan ringi. Ümbrus tundub kuidagi tuttavlik, aga ei ole aru saada, kust ma seda mäletan. Ma näen, et ümbruses on mingid postid(mis see veel on?), millel on mingid puhmad peal(?). Neid on päris palju. Ma ei suuda neid loendada(?). Peast käib läbi: sadu. Ma ei näe neid eriti hästi. On pime, värve pole näha. Kuidas ma üldse näen? Miski liigub minu poole. Kõnnib minust mööda. Ta ei näinud mind. Kuidas? Mina näen teda ju hästi. Ta paistis kiirustavat. Kõnnin talle järgi, huvitav, kes ta on? MIS mina olen? Sees on imelik tühjus. Midagi on puudu. Aga mis? Teadmine. Aga mille kohta? Mõistmine.
Lähen kõndijale järgi. Ta paistab väsivat. Imelik, mina ei ole üldse väsinud. Üldse, ma liigun kuidagi liiga kiirelt, liiga lihtsalt. Kuidas? Kuidas ma üldse aru saan, et see on kiire? Ma ei mäleta. Jälle. Jõuan talle lähedale. Ta ei märka mind ikka veel. Kuhu ta kiirustab? Ei tea, liigun ikka talle järgi. Liigume läbi metsa(?). Varsti hakkab paistma maja. Ma tajun kõndija tundeid. Paanika. Miks? Mida ta kardab? Kui ta kardab, siis miks ta nii julgelt liigub, ? Ei karda pimedust. Jõuame maja juurde. Aeg oleks justkui paigal. Ma tunnen, et aega ei ole üldse kulunud. Ometigi olen ma päris pika maa liikunud. Aeg oleks justkui mõõde, liikuda saab ka tagasi. Siseneme majja. Majas on veel inimesi. Keegi ei näe ikka mind.
Kõik vaatavad mingi voodil lebava keha poole. See on paigal. Miks nad siis ikka veel vaatavad? Kas see peaks nüüd liigutama? Siis ma tajun seda. Näen maailma selle pilgu järgi. Olen too lebav keha. Mõistmine. See olengi mina. Tühjus. Kuidas? Ma olen nüüd ju täielik. Kuulen nende hääli. Teen silmad lahti. Näen ühte neist minu poole vaatamas. Hirmunult. Panen silmad kinni. Ta kiljatab korraks, nagu oleks näinud midagi võimatut. „Ta, ta, ta tegi korraks silmad lahti!“ kokutas ta. Teadmine. „Võimatu, sa kujutasid seda ette,“ ütles üks mehehääl. „Ta on ju surnud,“. Mina!? „keegi ei elaks midagi sellist üle.“ Valusalt tuleb mõistmine, tulevad mälestused. „EI!“ karjun ma, ja teen silmad lahti. Kõik vaatavad mind kui surnut kes on üles tõusnud. Ju ma siis olengi. Ma mäletan haigust. See kestis üpris kaua, päevad ja ööd segunesid kokku. Kokku, ühtseks luupainajaks. Kuni saabus lõpp. „See on ime,“ ütles naine. „Tere tulemast tagasi,“ ütles mees. „Kes ma olen?“ küsin ma. „Pole ime, et ei mäleta, haigus oli raske,“ ütles too mees teisele. Tajun, et minust hoolitakse. Aga too teine mees. Ta näeb välja kahtlane, justkui oleks midagi valesti läinud. Ma olingi surnud.
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See ei olnud kogu lugu. See ei olnud õige lugu. Kui arvad, et seda lugu on lihtne mõista, oled sa sellest valesti aru saanud. Kui see tundub segane, siis oled sa õigesti aru saanud. Maailm ei allu sellele loogikale mida enamik inimesi tunnetab, sest inimlik loogika on subjektiivne.
Essence(EE)
Spirit:
I’m a person with no past, as I can not remember it.
Yet, I know many things.
I know that people are not mainly good or evil. They are something between, as pure extremes are never sustainable.
I know that my mind is special. I can not remember anything, but yet I know, because I create worlds. My mind is only a simulator for things that I could see.
What do I see? I only see patterns. I see possibilities. I see realities, but not any specific one.
I know that Time is only a dimension, just like height,width and length. It does not make sense to classify it as anything else, even though we are flying through it.
I don’t have a past, because no one does.
Mind:
In my life I have seen many systems. I know a lot of things about the world and even more about what I don’t know.
I am a god in itself, yet, there are forces greater than me.
Being a god does not mean being unbound. Quite the opposite, as a person without bounds is unmeasurable and thus, irrelevant to our world.
I am constantly striving for the better, despite all forces that try to put me down.
I live my life knowing, that I am not unbound. Yet, I live.
I am not crippled by knowing, that I am not the best and most powerful. No one is the strongest.
Soul:
I’m a person of darkness, yet, I bring light.
The world is only as limited as you make it to be. It is your own.
This test was brought to you by Xonok. Yes, I wrote it all by myself.
I’m a person with no past, as I can not remember it.
Yet, I know many things.
I know that people are not mainly good or evil. They are something between, as pure extremes are never sustainable.
I know that my mind is special. I can not remember anything, but yet I know, because I create worlds. My mind is only a simulator for things that I could see.
What do I see? I only see patterns. I see possibilities. I see realities, but not any specific one.
I know that Time is only a dimension, just like height,width and length. It does not make sense to classify it as anything else, even though we are flying through it.
I don’t have a past, because no one does.
Mind:
In my life I have seen many systems. I know a lot of things about the world and even more about what I don’t know.
I am a god in itself, yet, there are forces greater than me.
Being a god does not mean being unbound. Quite the opposite, as a person without bounds is unmeasurable and thus, irrelevant to our world.
I am constantly striving for the better, despite all forces that try to put me down.
I live my life knowing, that I am not unbound. Yet, I live.
I am not crippled by knowing, that I am not the best and most powerful. No one is the strongest.
Soul:
I’m a person of darkness, yet, I bring light.
The world is only as limited as you make it to be. It is your own.
This test was brought to you by Xonok. Yes, I wrote it all by myself.
A bubble of the past(EN)
I miss the time when I was just a little bubble.
The world was such a simple and beautiful place.
Yet, having become a greater bubble, I can no longer turn back.
The past may look beautiful now.
But what is past if not the future come true?
Thus, I will have to keep striving for better.
So that someday, it will all be a glorious past.
The world was such a simple and beautiful place.
Yet, having become a greater bubble, I can no longer turn back.
The past may look beautiful now.
But what is past if not the future come true?
Thus, I will have to keep striving for better.
So that someday, it will all be a glorious past.
Spiders(EN)
I came to this world and set out to explore. Before I could even do much, I was covered in spiderwebs. Obstructions, obstructions everywhere!
I forced myself through the webs, but soon the spiders arrived. Apparently, I had ravaged their homes without ever intending to. I felt I had no way to move around with those webs everywhere.
The spiders treated me like a child. They noticed my inabilities and decided to not harm me, for it is not the child’s fault that he has no knowledge of life.
I was taught to see through the webs this world has offered me. I was taught to walk the webs and how to not destroy them. Furthermore, I learned that everything I had known was simply a bunch of broken webs around me, not even physically anymore. I became a spider.
Eventually the spiders told me to leave. They told me, that I had learned everything there is to learn. I now knew it to be wrong, for knowledge was also not more than webs. However, I also saw that they indeed had nothing more to teach me and that they felt inferior.
For their good, and my own, I set out to find new worlds, new webs to walk, new mysteries to unravel.
Eventually, I returned home. Everything seemed like webs to me. Webs that I myself could walk, but others simply crashed through. I tried to reason with people. I tried to make them understand what they are doing, but few ever did. Thus, I realized that if no one teaches the way of the spiders, then no one will ever stop committing such utter and pointless destruction.
Obstacles are simply webs that you haven’t learned to walk.
Notes:
“I now knew it to be wrong, for knowledge was also not more than webs.” - What is knowledge without understanding? This question explains what I meant.
I forced myself through the webs, but soon the spiders arrived. Apparently, I had ravaged their homes without ever intending to. I felt I had no way to move around with those webs everywhere.
The spiders treated me like a child. They noticed my inabilities and decided to not harm me, for it is not the child’s fault that he has no knowledge of life.
I was taught to see through the webs this world has offered me. I was taught to walk the webs and how to not destroy them. Furthermore, I learned that everything I had known was simply a bunch of broken webs around me, not even physically anymore. I became a spider.
Eventually the spiders told me to leave. They told me, that I had learned everything there is to learn. I now knew it to be wrong, for knowledge was also not more than webs. However, I also saw that they indeed had nothing more to teach me and that they felt inferior.
For their good, and my own, I set out to find new worlds, new webs to walk, new mysteries to unravel.
Eventually, I returned home. Everything seemed like webs to me. Webs that I myself could walk, but others simply crashed through. I tried to reason with people. I tried to make them understand what they are doing, but few ever did. Thus, I realized that if no one teaches the way of the spiders, then no one will ever stop committing such utter and pointless destruction.
Obstacles are simply webs that you haven’t learned to walk.
Notes:
“I now knew it to be wrong, for knowledge was also not more than webs.” - What is knowledge without understanding? This question explains what I meant.
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