January 20, 2010

A story, possibly in the world of Seventh

Filed under: Places,Stories — anteolsson @ 13:09
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From Pyrahnea he came. Seeking only the new refreshing experiences. He had traveled his whole life but still he did not feel like setteling down. And especially not in Pyrahnea where people tended to have the same oppinions and were developing individuals and society in a far to slow pace. No, he was still seeking after the stop sign that told him “Here but no further”. Normal stop signs only had the sign but no complemental text to make sure the observer understood the message, he thought.

Now, on his way to Garnical the sun was making the sweat drain his shirt which in turn made the robe scrape in his arm pit while swinging his arms while walking. On the back of his Robe it said “The Academy”. He was an apprentice in The Acedemy and had been so for 15 years. It was while he was visiting Aeyh he got the interest for studying the “Sanguine Books of the long parapet”. He got offered a possition in The Acedemy during his visit in Aeyh. It was Hinyad Maya who offered him the title. Hinyad Maya is one of the most powerful people in all of Shil but noone knows of it. He is like a parasite, his whife once said.

The Academy in Garnical had a same-as-he-aged woman as a Lord and it was that that made him go this tireing road. She was not any woman. She was the woman that he thought possesed the Stop sign. This thought gave him energy to continue. 53 years old and many battle scars. The worst from The Sneaker war. The rumour said that she was among the wisest and the prettiest beings in all of Shil and especially in all of Garnical. Golden Hair with brownish coils adorned here head. A body more vigourous than a pentathlon athlete yet slim. A voice lovlier than the barch bird evening song. These were ofcourse only rumours, but no smoke without any fire, he thought.

Now he could see the sign “Welcome to Garnical – We do not only feed you, we have drinks too”. By the sign there stood a man dressed in a dark black robe without a hood. On his head he had a simple diadem in white and gold colors, approximately 7cm high resting on his forehead.

– Gooday stranger, or relative! What do i know?

– Goodday to you sir! It is a nice day. Don’t you think.

– Yes indeed. Where are you from?

– I have walked from Pyrahnea.

– I say! For how long.

– Seven days, he responded with a little hehe afterwards.

– Seven days! I say! You are being funny with me i see.

– No, no. I am honest as i can be.

The Guard snorted and considered what the stranger/relative had said. When he thought he got wiser he said.

– Well, that must be a new record. come follow me young man.

– Ofcourse. Where to?

– To Orfim the Sage and Gambler. He is the mayor in Garnical. He won this town not so long ago in a exciting riddle contest with Jim Jan Jos who was the mayor and drunken gambler in this town before. I must say I like Orfim better. He is more relaxed in some way. Well, well. Come on now. He’ll be interested in what you have to say to him.

– What is that then?

– What’s that?

– What am I going to say to him.

– Your trip, ofcourse. You have beaten the record.

– I see. and he is interested in that because…?

– The record is ten days at the moment. While travelling only by foot that is. If you can prove to Orfim that you have travelled from Parahnea to here in seven days he will probably offer you a very exciting job. In my oppinion working for Orfim is a joy.

– OK. Sounds fine. I must visit The Academy before the sun goes down though.

– If you intend to meet Manil Nilam you better follow me to Orfim. She spends the most of her time in his plasa as he have the most of the things she likes. Such as The Huge Library of Immense Historical Value.

– Yes, he very quietly replied.

While he was following the guard to Orfim his body got filled with joy and a feeling probably called nervousness. He so wanted to meat Manil Nilam. That had been the only thing he had thought of the last seven days and now he was going to be brought to her right away. He wished that he had had the time to take a bath and to put on some herbal oils before meeting her. He had always found it easy to speak to women but he was not sure about this one. She was not like other women, he had heard. She pretty much showed her opinion to a person right away. Maybe it was this that made him nervous, he thought.

Now they stood in front of the gate and the guard knocked quite hard but not stressed on the big door. He heard quick tapping on the floor. This meaning a woman will open the door, he imagined. Quickly he fixed his hair and cleared his throat once or twice. It was the maid that opened the door. She was very pretty but not attractive.

– Oh hi dear, she cheered to the guard. What brings you here again. You forgot something?

– Forgot something!? I say. Absolutely not. It is a different matter this time. My friend here says that he walked from Pyrahnea to Garnical in Seven Days.

– Nonsense! He can’t beat the record with three days. Impossible.

– Yes, I say. But he insists. I just want him to meet Orfim. Can we come in?

– Oh, excuse me. Ofcourse you can. Allow me, she asked so she could get the guests shoes and place them on their correct spot.

The maid guided them through a corridor were strange dead animal heads were hanging out from the walls. He could not recognice one of them. They seemed to come from past times. The corridor was very long, it must have been at least 200 m. When they came to the end of the corridor they came to a huge room, a ballroom of some kind. He could not estimate how high it was to the ceiling but it was extreemly high and there were windows going from the floor up to the ceiling. The windows were crystalised so he could not see through but enough light came in to make the big ballroom feel like you were outside in a big garden on a sunny day. There was one window though, on the east side, that he could see through but it was too far away for the moment so he could not see what was outside. From the ceiling there was hanging big crowns with candles in. Not lit in this moment as it was in the middle of the day and the sun was lighting the whole room on its own. The floor was made out of long planks of Redwood. Redwood is amongst the rarest kind of wood and not very often used as floor material. He remembered though that King Rim the 8th and his militia during the first Dragon war was using Redwood shields. It was said to stop both the hardest blows from melee combat and also the Dragons fire. He could not recall if he was thinking the truth or not but as The Huge Library of Immense Historical Value was in this building he was sure he could look it up later this day. He did see the symbolism in this room because in the middle of the room there stood an enormous Black Dragon. It looked like it was real. But how the hell did they get this one into this room, he thought while scratching his chin.

Come along, the maid shouted as he now stood still and absorbed the environment.

They ran across the floor to catch up with the maid. She opened a small door pushed it with one hand and took a step backwards.

– Take these stairs up and you take an imediate right. Then you keep on walking until you come to a circle formed room. There on the floor you will see a symbol. Do not ask me what it is because I have no idea. Anyhow, Just stand on the symbol for some seconds or minutes, it depends.

– Depends on what, he asked.

– Actually I am not sure what it depends on but by experience I know that the time Orfims guest has to wait in the Circle room differs from time to time.

– Is that so! Well well, Lets get going then.

– It was nice meeting you.



  1. Interesting! Although it ended quite abruptly – maybe the teleportation took him?

    Comment by Jensan — January 20, 2010 @ 21:15 | Reply

    • Thank you! There is a second part as well, maybe I post it today but then I have to write the third part the day after.

      Comment by anteolsson — January 21, 2010 @ 10:11 | Reply

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