I turn to you
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Adult ++
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I turn to you
Knife party
Ol had woken with a strange smell lingering in his sleeping chambers.. what could it be?. It was not like any other smell he had experienced before, but something told him it was danger. He slowly got out of his bed, and opened the door to the corridor. The lights were off, but blessed with elven vision he was able to see almost as clear as in daylight.
\"ada? - nana?\" he said, not really expecting and answer. His worried increased, but there was danger, he was sure that ada would take care of it. The large blonde elf was not afraid of anything, he had been a general for as long as Ol could remember, and the amount of praise he had heard his father receive at numerous military dances, was enough for Ol be absolutely sure that if there were trouble, Hîdh would prevent it. He would do something, and all the scary would disappear, he always did.
Hîdh had used the last 40 years teaching the fine art of war to his son, totally confident that Ol would grow up to be a fine warrior, Ol had argued with his father, for he would rather attend the music lessons with his sister, he loved to sing - to praise the highones. But his father had not been in the bargaining mood, and Ol had seen his defeat, and had to end the music lessons, to intensify the weapons knowledge. He had liked to shoot the crossbow allot. That was fun, and something he was a natural at. And he liked being praised by his father, it did not happen too often, so when it did, he lived off it for weeks to come. Knowing he did good. And that Hîdh was pleased.
Ol waked further down the hall, and stood at the top of the stairs. \"ada?\" he yelled with a shaking voice
/in just a moment he will come and ask if I had a nightmare, and chide me for being childish/
but there was no sign of Hîdh. Ol took a deep breath and walked a couple of steps down the stairs, so he could see the living room. It was usually bright and cosy. But in this grey light, it seemed dark and threatening.
\"ada? - nana?\" he yelled again, and felt ridiculously close to tears, right now he did not feel like an aspiring warrior, he felt like what he was, a child scared of the dark. \"Niire?\" he said softly - where his mother was, Niire was sure to be.
He walked further down the stairs.. this reminded him to much of a bad dream. And when he saw someone laying on the floor of the living room, he did not even think twice, and rushed down the rest of the steps. Once standing on the floor of the living room, he looked closer at the figure laying there. It seemed wrong, all of his senses screamed, it was his mother. Why was she laying there? Did she faint? Was she ill?.
/idiot! Purebloods don\'t get ill/
he walked slowly towards his mother that laid on the floor, what was that dark substance around her? For some odd reason Ol did not know then, or after. He bend down and ran a finger through the sticky substance.
/blood!/
He stepped in the blood, and kneeled next to his mother, and as he turned her around, he noticed her throat was slit. \"nana!\" he screamed, not thinking about that whoever did this might still be in the house. \"Aii, nana, nana, nana\" he whispered and looked at her vacant eyes. These eyes had once shined with love, they had been brown and merry. But now they were just dead.
Then he heard a sound, a mumble.. he had stood up, no matter how much he had loved her, his survival instincts took over. And he nearly screamed out in panic as he tripped in the blood, and fell on his hands and knees in it..
/hide - hide - hide/
he crawled towards the kitchen, and quickly opened the little hatch to the old pantry. Once inside he closed the door gently and slumped down in the corner furthest away from the door. He wrapped his arms around his knees and rocked himself back and forth, in a futile attempt for comfort. The he heard it again - the voices.. they were rough, and spoke a language he did not understand, he later in his life learned it to be the language of hs. Bs. But back there in the old pantry, he just heard the chilling sound of intruders too close to the door. They must have heard him, seen him.. and now they would come for him too. But Ol\'s thoughts was quickly cut off, as a chilling scream filled his ears. He had never heard anything like it. But somehow recognized the voice, the voice that normally told him to eat his bread, and to not run in the corridors, or tease his sister. It was the agonized scream of his father, Hîdh. His strong and brave father..
/ada?/
silent tears ran down Ol\'s cheeks, and wetted his bare knees. No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand this - what was happening?
/I will wake up in a moment and laugh at myself, for having such stupid nightmares/
but no matter how hard he tried to wake up, he did not.. and with a chill running down his spine, he realized that he was very much awake, and this was very much real. He would never again taste the sweet cakes his mother used to make, and he would never again return home in a rainstorm, and have her fuss over him, giving him tea with honey, and dry clothes, while they listened to the radio in the kitchen. And he would never again, have his father show him old photographs from when he was little and had smeared Niire in lotion. Or take long walks with him pricking up autumn leaves to decorate the hall with. All this was gone. And all that remained was his mothers blood on his hands, and this strange smell in his nose. Now he knew what it was, it was the intruders that smelled like this. They smelled of fire and something he did not know what was. Was it mead? No it was not, but whatever it was - this stench made him nauseous, he fought with it for some time. Trying to be as quiet as a mouse, hoping that the intruders would give up the search. And when he finally heard the voices move away from the hatch, and out of the kitchen, and fell down on his knees once more, and emptied his stomach on the dirt floor.
He must have stayed there for long, he did not know for how long, but he sat still even though he had heard the intruders leaving for the garden, and had not heard or smelled them since. He had stayed still. But finally he gathered enough courage to crawl out of the hatch again, out in the kitchen that was now golden with the morning light. A vague thought crossed through his mind, that his tutor would be mad and yell at him, for being late.
He shook his head, and grabbed a large kitchen knife in the drawer.
/just in case/
he walked slowly into the living room again, where his mother still lay on the floor, now he could see that she was wearing her sleeping garments, and she had apparently been surprised on her way to the stairs. Perhaps she was on her way up, to tuck me and Niire in, he thought.. but that was somehow just a too morbid thought for him to end. His stomach turned once more, as he could see his own footsteps in the blood on the floor. And now he understood why the intruders had went to the kitchen, he had left a trail all the way through the living room, but when he had reached the door to the kitchen, he had apparently wiped all blood of him, and the trail had ended.
Ol\'s heart raced as a scared rabbits, as he ventured into his fathers study. The first thing he saw there was his father sitting in his chair. But there was something wrong. His eyes was not there, his eyes had been carved out. He took a deep breath and screamed, screamed as one screamed in a bad horror movie.
/this is not true - this is not happening/
the intruders had maimed his father bad. And Ol needed not to go further into the study to see that he was dead - he had to be, his perfectly pointed ears had been cut off, and thrown on the desk, with hair and blood attached, if he had had more food inside him, he would have defecated once more, but it only became pained gags.
And then, he turned away from the horrifying sight. He turned and ran. Dropped the knife on the floor of the study. And ran. Had no sense of direction, or any aim. He just ran from the estate. Why had anyone done this to his parents? Where was Niire?. He had not seen her body next to their mother..
/idiot!, you did not even bother to check upstairs if she was in her bed - she is your responsibility now!/
he chided himself, but his legs did not stop. His father had once told him that these were dangerous times, and that they would soon venture to the city of the pure-blooded elfs and live there with their kin. But they had never gotten the chance.
As Ol ran down the road, only wearing his pyjamas shirt and underwear, smeared in blood and vomit, his mind raced frantic, trying to figure out which way to run, to find this magical city of his kin.
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Az; ehm feedback would be nice (
Elvis translations; Ada = father * nana = mother * Ol = dream * Niire = tear/sad *
Ol had woken with a strange smell lingering in his sleeping chambers.. what could it be?. It was not like any other smell he had experienced before, but something told him it was danger. He slowly got out of his bed, and opened the door to the corridor. The lights were off, but blessed with elven vision he was able to see almost as clear as in daylight.
\"ada? - nana?\" he said, not really expecting and answer. His worried increased, but there was danger, he was sure that ada would take care of it. The large blonde elf was not afraid of anything, he had been a general for as long as Ol could remember, and the amount of praise he had heard his father receive at numerous military dances, was enough for Ol be absolutely sure that if there were trouble, Hîdh would prevent it. He would do something, and all the scary would disappear, he always did.
Hîdh had used the last 40 years teaching the fine art of war to his son, totally confident that Ol would grow up to be a fine warrior, Ol had argued with his father, for he would rather attend the music lessons with his sister, he loved to sing - to praise the highones. But his father had not been in the bargaining mood, and Ol had seen his defeat, and had to end the music lessons, to intensify the weapons knowledge. He had liked to shoot the crossbow allot. That was fun, and something he was a natural at. And he liked being praised by his father, it did not happen too often, so when it did, he lived off it for weeks to come. Knowing he did good. And that Hîdh was pleased.
Ol waked further down the hall, and stood at the top of the stairs. \"ada?\" he yelled with a shaking voice
/in just a moment he will come and ask if I had a nightmare, and chide me for being childish/
but there was no sign of Hîdh. Ol took a deep breath and walked a couple of steps down the stairs, so he could see the living room. It was usually bright and cosy. But in this grey light, it seemed dark and threatening.
\"ada? - nana?\" he yelled again, and felt ridiculously close to tears, right now he did not feel like an aspiring warrior, he felt like what he was, a child scared of the dark. \"Niire?\" he said softly - where his mother was, Niire was sure to be.
He walked further down the stairs.. this reminded him to much of a bad dream. And when he saw someone laying on the floor of the living room, he did not even think twice, and rushed down the rest of the steps. Once standing on the floor of the living room, he looked closer at the figure laying there. It seemed wrong, all of his senses screamed, it was his mother. Why was she laying there? Did she faint? Was she ill?.
/idiot! Purebloods don\'t get ill/
he walked slowly towards his mother that laid on the floor, what was that dark substance around her? For some odd reason Ol did not know then, or after. He bend down and ran a finger through the sticky substance.
/blood!/
He stepped in the blood, and kneeled next to his mother, and as he turned her around, he noticed her throat was slit. \"nana!\" he screamed, not thinking about that whoever did this might still be in the house. \"Aii, nana, nana, nana\" he whispered and looked at her vacant eyes. These eyes had once shined with love, they had been brown and merry. But now they were just dead.
Then he heard a sound, a mumble.. he had stood up, no matter how much he had loved her, his survival instincts took over. And he nearly screamed out in panic as he tripped in the blood, and fell on his hands and knees in it..
/hide - hide - hide/
he crawled towards the kitchen, and quickly opened the little hatch to the old pantry. Once inside he closed the door gently and slumped down in the corner furthest away from the door. He wrapped his arms around his knees and rocked himself back and forth, in a futile attempt for comfort. The he heard it again - the voices.. they were rough, and spoke a language he did not understand, he later in his life learned it to be the language of hs. Bs. But back there in the old pantry, he just heard the chilling sound of intruders too close to the door. They must have heard him, seen him.. and now they would come for him too. But Ol\'s thoughts was quickly cut off, as a chilling scream filled his ears. He had never heard anything like it. But somehow recognized the voice, the voice that normally told him to eat his bread, and to not run in the corridors, or tease his sister. It was the agonized scream of his father, Hîdh. His strong and brave father..
/ada?/
silent tears ran down Ol\'s cheeks, and wetted his bare knees. No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand this - what was happening?
/I will wake up in a moment and laugh at myself, for having such stupid nightmares/
but no matter how hard he tried to wake up, he did not.. and with a chill running down his spine, he realized that he was very much awake, and this was very much real. He would never again taste the sweet cakes his mother used to make, and he would never again return home in a rainstorm, and have her fuss over him, giving him tea with honey, and dry clothes, while they listened to the radio in the kitchen. And he would never again, have his father show him old photographs from when he was little and had smeared Niire in lotion. Or take long walks with him pricking up autumn leaves to decorate the hall with. All this was gone. And all that remained was his mothers blood on his hands, and this strange smell in his nose. Now he knew what it was, it was the intruders that smelled like this. They smelled of fire and something he did not know what was. Was it mead? No it was not, but whatever it was - this stench made him nauseous, he fought with it for some time. Trying to be as quiet as a mouse, hoping that the intruders would give up the search. And when he finally heard the voices move away from the hatch, and out of the kitchen, and fell down on his knees once more, and emptied his stomach on the dirt floor.
He must have stayed there for long, he did not know for how long, but he sat still even though he had heard the intruders leaving for the garden, and had not heard or smelled them since. He had stayed still. But finally he gathered enough courage to crawl out of the hatch again, out in the kitchen that was now golden with the morning light. A vague thought crossed through his mind, that his tutor would be mad and yell at him, for being late.
He shook his head, and grabbed a large kitchen knife in the drawer.
/just in case/
he walked slowly into the living room again, where his mother still lay on the floor, now he could see that she was wearing her sleeping garments, and she had apparently been surprised on her way to the stairs. Perhaps she was on her way up, to tuck me and Niire in, he thought.. but that was somehow just a too morbid thought for him to end. His stomach turned once more, as he could see his own footsteps in the blood on the floor. And now he understood why the intruders had went to the kitchen, he had left a trail all the way through the living room, but when he had reached the door to the kitchen, he had apparently wiped all blood of him, and the trail had ended.
Ol\'s heart raced as a scared rabbits, as he ventured into his fathers study. The first thing he saw there was his father sitting in his chair. But there was something wrong. His eyes was not there, his eyes had been carved out. He took a deep breath and screamed, screamed as one screamed in a bad horror movie.
/this is not true - this is not happening/
the intruders had maimed his father bad. And Ol needed not to go further into the study to see that he was dead - he had to be, his perfectly pointed ears had been cut off, and thrown on the desk, with hair and blood attached, if he had had more food inside him, he would have defecated once more, but it only became pained gags.
And then, he turned away from the horrifying sight. He turned and ran. Dropped the knife on the floor of the study. And ran. Had no sense of direction, or any aim. He just ran from the estate. Why had anyone done this to his parents? Where was Niire?. He had not seen her body next to their mother..
/idiot!, you did not even bother to check upstairs if she was in her bed - she is your responsibility now!/
he chided himself, but his legs did not stop. His father had once told him that these were dangerous times, and that they would soon venture to the city of the pure-blooded elfs and live there with their kin. But they had never gotten the chance.
As Ol ran down the road, only wearing his pyjamas shirt and underwear, smeared in blood and vomit, his mind raced frantic, trying to figure out which way to run, to find this magical city of his kin.
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Az; ehm feedback would be nice (
Elvis translations; Ada = father * nana = mother * Ol = dream * Niire = tear/sad *