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Blood and pain screams. Some wounded were receiving cares after the last battle. The tents were every place with the flags of Sirion. Erik was walking in the direction of his tent accompanied by his Scribe that read some | Blood and pain screams. Some wounded were receiving cares after the last battle. The tents were every place with the flags of Sirion. Erik was walking in the direction of his tent accompanied by his Scribe that read some letters aloud. | ||
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The youth warrior entered stepping on luxurious rugs. He didn't refuse the comfort same when he was in battle. He approached of the table and served a glass | The youth warrior entered stepping on luxurious rugs. He didn't refuse the comfort same when he was in battle. He approached of the table and served a glass of wine. He arranged some cushions and sat down there, picking up his pipe with herbs. He picked up a small wood stick and let it burn in the little stove to light the pipe. Smoke and relief. Erik drank and smoked and little by little his body went being lighter, but his head was heavier. The lungs compressed to hold the smoke. Satisfaction and rest. It didn't delay a long time so that he fell in the sleep. A disturbed and feverish sleep. Then, he dreamed. | ||
Revision as of 19:00, 16 August 2008
Blood and pain screams. Some wounded were receiving cares after the last battle. The tents were every place with the flags of Sirion. Erik was walking in the direction of his tent accompanied by his Scribe that read some letters aloud.
Erik Eyolf: "Say for the Captain to take care of everything and you keeps the letters. I am tired... I will rest a little."
The youth warrior entered stepping on luxurious rugs. He didn't refuse the comfort same when he was in battle. He approached of the table and served a glass of wine. He arranged some cushions and sat down there, picking up his pipe with herbs. He picked up a small wood stick and let it burn in the little stove to light the pipe. Smoke and relief. Erik drank and smoked and little by little his body went being lighter, but his head was heavier. The lungs compressed to hold the smoke. Satisfaction and rest. It didn't delay a long time so that he fell in the sleep. A disturbed and feverish sleep. Then, he dreamed.
Erik opened the eyes. He was still in his tend, but his body was so weighed that he didn't get to lift. A mysterious voice spoke close to his ear:
Mysterious Voice: "You doesn't need to lift, my child. Your eyes don't need to be open to see. Just feel."
The warrior closed the eyes again. He felt his body to be lighter as if he could fly. His nostrils quickly noticed a sweet and wonderful perfume that he felt when walked in the gardens of Dolmbar.
Even with the closed eyes, now he could see. A perfect vision.
A serpent crawled on his body. The cold tongue sibilated close to the youth's ear. And the metamorphosis began. Long and fine arms. A sculptural body, delicate, but powerful. White soft skin. Dark red hair. A woman. A goddess. Her hands slid slowly for the man's armor.
Mysterious Woman: "That beautiful armor... my beautiful creation was lost in the forests of Dolmbar, in the hands of terrible monsters. I guided the adventurer until the creatures' hiding-place. I guided his sword. And when he recovered my armor, I guided him until his mansion, my child. The armor that I did for a great warrior. The armor that I did for you."
Erik Eyolf: "Who are you?"
Mysterious Woman: "Are you sure that needs to ask? You cannot feel?"
Erik Eyolf: "Elune!!!"
Elune: "Shhh... don't speak... just listen the revelations."
Erik felt the woman's nude and hot body to slide on his body. Her soft skin crawling on the rude armor. Her hands walking through his hair. The hot breath almost rubbing his lips. And then he heard the music of the creation and he saw the dark sky exploding in a million stars. He saw everything... as the history it should really be counted. Centuries... or just some seconds.
Erik saw a woman running in the forest. A transparent dress as if it was done with the shine of the moon. And later he saw a nude man with the body painted with red ink in tribal patterns. In his head there was a garland with flowers and great and imposing elk horns. The hunter and his hunt.
They ran for the forests. Laughters. Until they arrive at the great lake... and under the moonshine the hunter saw the woman. The goddess. Elune. And looking at the reflex in the water, the hunter saw who he was: Erik Eyolf. A sweet smile... Erik woke up sweated and feverish. He looked quickly surround but he didn't see anything. On the outside nothing had changed. But inside there were the Revelations.