Post by Kimama on Dec 6, 2005 11:09:46 GMT -5
“A pale elven maiden sits in a meadow of white flowers. She shyly looks up to the traveler who approaches her.”
Hi there and nice to meet you. ::blushes a little and turns away her eyes::
What's that? You're interested in hearing my story? You want to learn the true meaning of my name? To hear about my past? ::shakes her head in disbelief::
I'm not sure I should place this burden upon another persons shoulders... ::hesistates::
But I guess if that is your wish, your question to me, it would be an honour to me to fulfil that wish and to answer that question. ::takes a last good look at the traveler to make sure she can do this::
Ok, here I go then... ::takes a deap breath::
How I became Kimama...
In my childhood days, I lived with a very old elven lady in a beautiful forrest. The crowns of the trees were so thick, you could barely see the sky. And our hovel was build against a mountain that seemed to touch heaven. The mountain gifted us with a clear and refreshing spring.
If I think of it now, that place came as close to paradise as it can get. ::sighs::
The lady I lived with was very wise and she taught me a lot about the herbs that grew in the woods and the creatures that roamed them. Though she was always good for me, she never treated me like a daughter. She was more like a teacher to me. Therefore I wandered through the woods alone most of the time. But I never went far away from the hovel, because the lady had spoken of a great evil that lived outside the forrest.
In the forrest I had many little and a few big friends. I loved to pay them a visit. The little ones are called pixies. They are just so lovely and they sing very well. Sometimes I went to them and we sang for a whole day, till the sun began to set. Sometimes they even sang me to sleep on the soft moss. ::smiles at the thought::
It was this friendship that supplied me with my name: Kimama, it means butterfly.
As I grew older, singing alone wasn't enough anymore. The pixies sensed it and so they took me to a part of the woods where there was always a sound of strange whisper. They told me to listen very carefully and I did. Suddenly a deep, but soft voice spoke to me and I could feel the earth underneath me tremble. At first I was afraid, but the voice had such an assuring tone, that I stayed to listen. I looked around, but couldn't see a soul... Then it hit me, it was the tree, two steps away from me that was speaking. He was a big maple tree with a splendid dark red colour and he smelled so sweet...
After a while I met some other treants, but he always stayed my special treant. He was the one who told me stories. I could really ask him anything and often we talked till the birds in his branches awoke again.
One day I asked him if there were just elves in the world. He then told me the story of how it all began. He told me about Einhasad and her creations, about Gran Kain and his failure to create. I listened with open mouth. I never had expected such a thing!
It became my favourite story and I often went back and let him tell it to me once more. After I heard that myth, it also became my favourite topic of discussion. And since the lady acted as if she was deaf when I brought it up, I always discussed it with Maple.
After a while I became wondering where I came from. It was crystal clear I wasn't a daughter of the old lady, but who was I then? Maple answered he didn't now. The old lady knew, but again she refused to tell me a thing. I was so sad...
The pixies noticed that I had lost the lust to sing and though they never spoke, they now did ask me what troubled me. When I propounded them the question that made my soul so restless, they began to sing:
::sings::
Mother of all life
you rule untill the end of time
A butterfly small and delicate
sprouts from the tip of a twig
Not ready yet to spread her wings
to soon she sees the light of day
Dragging winds take her away
all is lost they say...
Like lightening out of the sky
a cloud send by Her
Intersepts the vulnerable body
fighting the force of Evil
The white soul awaits what has to come
overwinning many fears
Great and less shet many tears
for what has been presaged for years and years...
::song fades away, leaving a great silence::
I let them sing that song for three days, untill I understood the whole of it. It was a relief, but I was left with many questions as well. Maple said I had to be patient and that time would show... ::sighs deeply::
I wish I would never have had to know the answer to my questions. ::swallows her grief::
What had been presaged for years...
It was the coldest winterday of that year. Snow had been falling the last 12 days, but that day not one flake had fallen. The spring had frozen over. My friends, the pixies, had searched a warm place to sleep and the treants were resting too. It was so quiet! Not even a wind passed through the bare crowns of the trees.
The old lady had been sleeping a lot lately, but now she was awake and very busy. It was like she was trying to make an end to the silence. She made some tea out of magnolias, my favourite flowers. Then she baked a sweet pie with honey of forget-me-not. I found it really strange, because the honey had been standing on the shelf for as long as I could remember and I wondered if it would still taste good. It was the best pie I ever tasted in my whole life!
When we finished our exquisite meal, she made me come to her and stand in front of her. She arose...
For the first time in my life she kissed me. Three times.
Once on my forehead. “This is so that you may receive all the wisdom you need.”
Once on my lips. “This is so that you may speak truthfully, but even more that your actions may be sincere.”
Once on my chest. “This is so that your soul may be pure and gracefull.”
She ended with the words: “My child, I counsel you: Be carefull with all in whom the impulse to punish is powerfull”
As I looked at her, a strange sensation creeped through my veins. I shook my head, not capable of speaking and I went outside...
What I saw there was inconceivable. Still now, I can't find an explanation for it. The sky was red, not pink like it should be at sunset. There was no sun and no moon, the only thing I could see in the sky was a black dot that seemed to grow bigger. The unbearable silence made me feel so small. As I stood there and watched the dot growing larger, my eyes grew bigger in disbelief and the words of Maple raged through my head: “... and Shillen gave birth to the most fierce creatures that ever roamed this globe ...”
::shivers::
Rooted to the spot, I stood there, as the dragon came closer. Just before he hit the ground I could see three creatures on his back. Their skins were as grey as ash and their eyes dark as the night. Dark elves, I understood. They jumped off the dragon's back and started running towards me. But it wasn't me they were after...
I could hear the laughter bubble up from their throats as they went inside, the sound carved through my brain. My eyes were blinded by tears, but suddenly a bright white light shone through the windows of the hut and the dark elves screamed and shrieked.
In the meantime the dragon had started to belch forth. It seemed to me that every flame he spit out passed right through my heart.
Alarmed by the heat, the pixies began to awake and treants shook their branches in an attempt to put out the flames. The smoke invaded my lungs and I couldn't get enough fresh air.
Then the dark elves left the hovel. Blood was dripping from their hands, but they had a look of delight on their face. As they approached me, they started to laugh loudly. Two of them dragged my body against a tree, the third one took both my hands and put them above my head. I thought I was going to faint... I wish I had.
The first thing he did, was drawing a symbol on my forehead. I felt blood, at least I think it was, running down my cheeks. He whispered strange words, I couldn't understand. Then, he kissed my mouth. It was like he was drawing the life out of me and now his words were whirling through my head. His last action I think was the worst, because I passed out after that. He stroked with his finger over my breast-bone, very slowly ... It seemed to last for ages. Where he had touched my clothes, they were all decayed and there was a red line running over my chest. At the bottom he stopped and he laid his hand to rest there. I snatched for breath, when I felt the coldness entering my heart and I heard a loud scream, just before I fainted...
::crys and pauses for a moment::
When I woke up, the silence had gone and I could hear the song I loved so much when I was a child. Two pixies had been taking care of me the whole time I was unconcious. Their wings were a little burned, but they could still fly.
I stood up and began to walk across the forrest. Trees with black trunks where all that was left. The hut had been turned into ash and I could see ash lying in the snow everywhere. The tears began to run down my cheecks fast. I ran around like I was posessed. The pixies got frightened due to my behaviour. Finaly I reached him ... Maple.
His bark was blackened and most of his branches were burned away. I cried out to him. I kept shouting his name over and over again. I embraced him and I could still feel the warmth of the fire. I pressed my cheek against him and stood there crying. After an hour or so, suddenly a hoarse voice came from within Maple: “Hush now, my dearie. Your jouney finds it's beginning at this moment. Go on now, start walking. I will be with you, if you carry me in your heart.”
I hugged him one more time and did what he wished me to do. It would be my honour to him, not to doubt his words. I kissed all of the remaining pixies and turned away, tears running down my cheeks and a heart that ached like it had never done before...
::closes her eyes and takes a deap breath, feeling the pain again::
I can only hope you're not too upset with what I've told you. But I pray that you won't look upon dark elves as evil creatures. What some do, isn't the reflection of a whole race. I've learned that much already.
I'm very gratefull you found the time to listen to me. I wish you a safe journey and a prosperous life. May the blessing of Eva be with you.
::waves goodbye::
Hi there and nice to meet you. ::blushes a little and turns away her eyes::
What's that? You're interested in hearing my story? You want to learn the true meaning of my name? To hear about my past? ::shakes her head in disbelief::
I'm not sure I should place this burden upon another persons shoulders... ::hesistates::
But I guess if that is your wish, your question to me, it would be an honour to me to fulfil that wish and to answer that question. ::takes a last good look at the traveler to make sure she can do this::
Ok, here I go then... ::takes a deap breath::
How I became Kimama...
In my childhood days, I lived with a very old elven lady in a beautiful forrest. The crowns of the trees were so thick, you could barely see the sky. And our hovel was build against a mountain that seemed to touch heaven. The mountain gifted us with a clear and refreshing spring.
If I think of it now, that place came as close to paradise as it can get. ::sighs::
The lady I lived with was very wise and she taught me a lot about the herbs that grew in the woods and the creatures that roamed them. Though she was always good for me, she never treated me like a daughter. She was more like a teacher to me. Therefore I wandered through the woods alone most of the time. But I never went far away from the hovel, because the lady had spoken of a great evil that lived outside the forrest.
In the forrest I had many little and a few big friends. I loved to pay them a visit. The little ones are called pixies. They are just so lovely and they sing very well. Sometimes I went to them and we sang for a whole day, till the sun began to set. Sometimes they even sang me to sleep on the soft moss. ::smiles at the thought::
It was this friendship that supplied me with my name: Kimama, it means butterfly.
As I grew older, singing alone wasn't enough anymore. The pixies sensed it and so they took me to a part of the woods where there was always a sound of strange whisper. They told me to listen very carefully and I did. Suddenly a deep, but soft voice spoke to me and I could feel the earth underneath me tremble. At first I was afraid, but the voice had such an assuring tone, that I stayed to listen. I looked around, but couldn't see a soul... Then it hit me, it was the tree, two steps away from me that was speaking. He was a big maple tree with a splendid dark red colour and he smelled so sweet...
After a while I met some other treants, but he always stayed my special treant. He was the one who told me stories. I could really ask him anything and often we talked till the birds in his branches awoke again.
One day I asked him if there were just elves in the world. He then told me the story of how it all began. He told me about Einhasad and her creations, about Gran Kain and his failure to create. I listened with open mouth. I never had expected such a thing!
It became my favourite story and I often went back and let him tell it to me once more. After I heard that myth, it also became my favourite topic of discussion. And since the lady acted as if she was deaf when I brought it up, I always discussed it with Maple.
After a while I became wondering where I came from. It was crystal clear I wasn't a daughter of the old lady, but who was I then? Maple answered he didn't now. The old lady knew, but again she refused to tell me a thing. I was so sad...
The pixies noticed that I had lost the lust to sing and though they never spoke, they now did ask me what troubled me. When I propounded them the question that made my soul so restless, they began to sing:
::sings::
Mother of all life
you rule untill the end of time
A butterfly small and delicate
sprouts from the tip of a twig
Not ready yet to spread her wings
to soon she sees the light of day
Dragging winds take her away
all is lost they say...
Like lightening out of the sky
a cloud send by Her
Intersepts the vulnerable body
fighting the force of Evil
The white soul awaits what has to come
overwinning many fears
Great and less shet many tears
for what has been presaged for years and years...
::song fades away, leaving a great silence::
I let them sing that song for three days, untill I understood the whole of it. It was a relief, but I was left with many questions as well. Maple said I had to be patient and that time would show... ::sighs deeply::
I wish I would never have had to know the answer to my questions. ::swallows her grief::
What had been presaged for years...
It was the coldest winterday of that year. Snow had been falling the last 12 days, but that day not one flake had fallen. The spring had frozen over. My friends, the pixies, had searched a warm place to sleep and the treants were resting too. It was so quiet! Not even a wind passed through the bare crowns of the trees.
The old lady had been sleeping a lot lately, but now she was awake and very busy. It was like she was trying to make an end to the silence. She made some tea out of magnolias, my favourite flowers. Then she baked a sweet pie with honey of forget-me-not. I found it really strange, because the honey had been standing on the shelf for as long as I could remember and I wondered if it would still taste good. It was the best pie I ever tasted in my whole life!
When we finished our exquisite meal, she made me come to her and stand in front of her. She arose...
For the first time in my life she kissed me. Three times.
Once on my forehead. “This is so that you may receive all the wisdom you need.”
Once on my lips. “This is so that you may speak truthfully, but even more that your actions may be sincere.”
Once on my chest. “This is so that your soul may be pure and gracefull.”
She ended with the words: “My child, I counsel you: Be carefull with all in whom the impulse to punish is powerfull”
As I looked at her, a strange sensation creeped through my veins. I shook my head, not capable of speaking and I went outside...
What I saw there was inconceivable. Still now, I can't find an explanation for it. The sky was red, not pink like it should be at sunset. There was no sun and no moon, the only thing I could see in the sky was a black dot that seemed to grow bigger. The unbearable silence made me feel so small. As I stood there and watched the dot growing larger, my eyes grew bigger in disbelief and the words of Maple raged through my head: “... and Shillen gave birth to the most fierce creatures that ever roamed this globe ...”
::shivers::
Rooted to the spot, I stood there, as the dragon came closer. Just before he hit the ground I could see three creatures on his back. Their skins were as grey as ash and their eyes dark as the night. Dark elves, I understood. They jumped off the dragon's back and started running towards me. But it wasn't me they were after...
I could hear the laughter bubble up from their throats as they went inside, the sound carved through my brain. My eyes were blinded by tears, but suddenly a bright white light shone through the windows of the hut and the dark elves screamed and shrieked.
In the meantime the dragon had started to belch forth. It seemed to me that every flame he spit out passed right through my heart.
Alarmed by the heat, the pixies began to awake and treants shook their branches in an attempt to put out the flames. The smoke invaded my lungs and I couldn't get enough fresh air.
Then the dark elves left the hovel. Blood was dripping from their hands, but they had a look of delight on their face. As they approached me, they started to laugh loudly. Two of them dragged my body against a tree, the third one took both my hands and put them above my head. I thought I was going to faint... I wish I had.
The first thing he did, was drawing a symbol on my forehead. I felt blood, at least I think it was, running down my cheeks. He whispered strange words, I couldn't understand. Then, he kissed my mouth. It was like he was drawing the life out of me and now his words were whirling through my head. His last action I think was the worst, because I passed out after that. He stroked with his finger over my breast-bone, very slowly ... It seemed to last for ages. Where he had touched my clothes, they were all decayed and there was a red line running over my chest. At the bottom he stopped and he laid his hand to rest there. I snatched for breath, when I felt the coldness entering my heart and I heard a loud scream, just before I fainted...
::crys and pauses for a moment::
When I woke up, the silence had gone and I could hear the song I loved so much when I was a child. Two pixies had been taking care of me the whole time I was unconcious. Their wings were a little burned, but they could still fly.
I stood up and began to walk across the forrest. Trees with black trunks where all that was left. The hut had been turned into ash and I could see ash lying in the snow everywhere. The tears began to run down my cheecks fast. I ran around like I was posessed. The pixies got frightened due to my behaviour. Finaly I reached him ... Maple.
His bark was blackened and most of his branches were burned away. I cried out to him. I kept shouting his name over and over again. I embraced him and I could still feel the warmth of the fire. I pressed my cheek against him and stood there crying. After an hour or so, suddenly a hoarse voice came from within Maple: “Hush now, my dearie. Your jouney finds it's beginning at this moment. Go on now, start walking. I will be with you, if you carry me in your heart.”
I hugged him one more time and did what he wished me to do. It would be my honour to him, not to doubt his words. I kissed all of the remaining pixies and turned away, tears running down my cheeks and a heart that ached like it had never done before...
::closes her eyes and takes a deap breath, feeling the pain again::
I can only hope you're not too upset with what I've told you. But I pray that you won't look upon dark elves as evil creatures. What some do, isn't the reflection of a whole race. I've learned that much already.
I'm very gratefull you found the time to listen to me. I wish you a safe journey and a prosperous life. May the blessing of Eva be with you.
::waves goodbye::
