"Norlea!" a small high-pitched voice screamed.
"What?" Norlea retorted to a small girl now standing in front of her.
"The boy from the village has come to see you," she said excitedly.
"Amrissania, what do you mean by 'the boy from the village'?"
"He's come to see you terd brain, I told that."
"I heard what you said, and don't be going around calling people terd brains"
"Mornen told Cormen he was a terd brain"
"And I suppose that if Mornen said it than it's okay for you to say it as well"
"Ahuh"
"No, it's not, stop saying it is, and stop listening to what Mornen says," Norlea replied. Amrissania went red at this. "Oh fine, I'm coming"
This is a sample of my life, my former life. As you guessed, this is Norlea, I will tell you a story that you may find depressing, sad, downcast, whatever you may call it. I am telling you in my third person, which makes it easier to understand, and also so you don't become fully indulged by my dark depressing thoughts. If anyone you know has ever been through personal denial than you may understand this a bit better. I was sixteen when the events of this came to being, what you have read is the beginning of it all, the very seed of misery. That was my sister, Amrissiania, she was seven, such a young age. I live on an island called Vivlendié . The exact whereabouts I'm not certain of even to this day, but my people have lived here for a millennium, which is not all that long of a time if you think of it, for forest elves. Please do not automatically think that because I am an elf that I rely strongly on organization, neatness, cleanliness. For I don't, I am a wood elf, not a normal elf you might see in some book. Wood elves are very different if you must know. We don’t rely fully upon order, and cleanliness.
Norlea walked into a room were a boy, with his back facing her sitting in a chair. She recognized his bellow the shoulder length black hair at once.
“Netanas?” Norlea asked. He turned around and when he looked at her his face broke out into a huge grin.
“Well, who’d you think I was?” He asked.
“My sister said you were a boy from the village, she does know who you are”.
“I told her to tell you that I was a boy from the village,” he defiantly. “Y’know that we’re all meeting today in the Forge?”
“Yes, but I didn’t know when,” Norlea said truthfully.
“Oh, I came to get you”.
“All right, hold on. MOM! I’ M GOING OUT WITH MY FRIENDS! I’LL BE BACK FOR DINNER!!!” Norlea screamed loud enough for her mother to hear her. “Okay, come on, I’ll race you”
“I ran all the way here,” Netanas complained.
“Oh fine,” Norlea said with a hint of sarcastic displeasure.
“There you two are!” Kelaré said. Her and Silean sat across from each other behind a waterfall in a deeply set room cleverly hidden, thus known as the Forge. “You’re late.”
“So? Netanas didn’t want to run, he was tired,” Norlea said, giving Netanas a playful grin.
“Stop being late, you might get us in trouble if we come home three hours after dusk.”
“Who, me? Trouble?? Naw,” Silean said.
“Oh yeah Silean, you’re an angel all right,” Norlea sarcastically remarked. Silean had a tendency to get himself into more trouble each week than the town idiot could in a month. Though Silean never got himself into anything he couldn’t handle.
“Well, what’ve you been up to lately?” Netanas asked Silean as he sat down, Norlea sat closely next to him and rested her head against his chest, she could feel the heat of his body warm her check, she could hear his heart beating. His deep voice was soothing to hear, his perfect pale skin, long black hair, dark, dark eyes, and his smile, his most amazing feature. His smile lit up his cold dark brown eyes so beautifully, his whole face was softened by it. She closed her eyes and focused on his beating heart. She sat for a few minutes, listening to the rhythm, then it stopped, it was all silent. The black behind her eyes became the darkest of all black. Netanas appeared, but he was no longer healthy, and strong, as she had known him, he was lying on the ground in a dimly room his face contorted in pain, his chest fell and rose rapidly as struggled breaths came from his bloody lips. He was covered in blood. he was dying.
Netanas gently stroked Norlea’s hair. She had fallen asleep on his chest. He leaned back against the rock. The sky was turning vivid shades of pinks, purples, yellows, reds, and oranges. He hadn’t seen a sunset so extravagant as this one in such a long time. He eased himself into serenity. Silean and Kelaré we playing a game of buslo, it was an ancient card game that very few people still knew how to play. The four of them were the only one’s who respected the islands history, and the ancient ways of the world. They had set themselves away from all the changes of new inventions below in the village. Although the changes meant less work, somehow the old ways seemed better. What had intrigued him in the history was all the missing pieces it held. No one that he knew of knew the full history. The beginning was vague in the stories of old. All that was known was that there was another world, and that his people were once part of it, and that there were other islands. What had happened was either never mentioned or forgotten. Norlea moaned and shifted in her slumber. He looked down at her, her long thick dark red hair was arrayed all over her back and fell gracefully to the floor. Her hair was beautiful, it went down to waist. Her skin was pale, and it brought out her sharp green eyes wonderfully. She was perfect, in physical and mental form. She was never spoiled, and before they, as a group were formed she had all but one friend, Kelaré .
Kelaré was wonderful as well. Although Netanas’s feelings toward her were more of a friendship than love, he felt a bond between the two of them. Kelaré had long white blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes that shined exultantly. Her face was small, but not quite round, just cute in a way. Kelaré was very caring, she had a tendency to be sentimental at times though.
Silean, Netanas’s best friend. Silean was an interesting person, no one just quite understood him. He had a gift of getting in only just enough trouble to stay out of the stocks. Surprisingly Silean was extremely intelligent, whish could scare a select few if known, which would most likely be the reason of it’s secrecy. Silean had warm brown eyes and short light brown curly hair, if grown longer could stand upright well. At one time he had it in a pony tail at the base of his neck, but that was short lived. Very short lived. Silean and Kelaré were perfect for each other, as Netanas knew before they had formed as a group.
It was an interesting thing, how they had come together. Many of the villagers hardly ever saw any of them without the other except in the case to get another. Silean had moved with his father from a neighboring village, which wasn’t all that far away, maybe about a ten minutes walk from the stream separating their boarders. Natanas’s story was quite different on the other hand, as Kelaré and Norlea had been born in the very village they still lived in. Netanas’s father had abandoned his mother and her baby son (Netanas). Netanas’s mother had gotten deathly ill only a few years latter and he was forced to move in with his grandparents. When Netanas was ten years old his mother died, leaving him no money or refuge. Netanas ran away from his grandparents, hurt and confused, and found this place, which is now the Fordge. He spent a night there before they found him. He began that night, to learn how to shut himself out from the world, to hide his pain and his hatred as well as he could. He hated his father, for leaving his mother with no money and hope. He hurt his mother, Netanas thought that’s what made his mother sick. He hated the healers too, for not being able to help his mother live. He had cried for so long, the simple things that most boys did at his age were of no interest to him. He lived with his grandparents, and they taught him everything his mother couldn’t. He learned to read and to write. He learned that love can destroy people, that marriage can be false, that love can be deceiving. That the world is an awful place for those who aren’t careful. He loved his grandparents. They allowed him to read all the books his broken heart desired. He read hundreds of them, mysteries, horrors, fantasies, histories of unknown worlds. He loved it. He could escape from his pain for as long as he wished. He didn’t need to stay in this world, he could escape to other worlds, so unlike his own. That was his refuge.
He lived out most of his life without any friends, hate learned at such a young age had destroyed his childhood. He never knew what had happened to his father, he didn’t care either. He hoped he was dead, someone as cold as that should be dead, so he thought.
When Silean and Norlea became friends, no one knows how, they would go around tying all the chickens feet together and making all the tomatoes turn purple. For almost a year they went around with this before they were caught by Kelaré ’s parents. That is the first time that they had meet Kelaré , and after that Silean and Norlea stopped “chicken tripping” and went their own separate ways for awhile, staying on neutral terms with each other, and occasionally tying the elder’s chickens together.
Kelaré and Norlea began spending days together and became the strongest of friends. Netanas would only go outside to the market, but somehow he became friends with Silean, and soon they too became best of friends.
Norlea watched and waited for him every week, for she knew which days Netanas went to the market since his grandparents were to old to carry on the shopping themselves. They would always run into each other and mumble awkward apologies. Netanas began to grow his hair long, to hide his face, thus ejecting his passiveness through hidden methods. He enjoyed watching the girl who would watch him back. He began to notice that many girls would watch him, take in him thoroughly. There was only one girl that he wanted, just one. One who wanted him as equally as he wanted her. The only thing holding him back was himself. He knew he needed love, but he wasn’t to keen on other people knowing his true feelings. He might just get shot down again. She might not even like him as a person, maybe she just wanted his body, she wasn’t interested with his soul. The thought tortured him. So many girls wanted his body, and couldn’t care less about his soul. They just wanted what was under his clothes. He knew better though, he wouldn’t give himself to that kind of sin. Ever.
After more than a year of watching the green eyed girl he gave in to himself. But he would not do it directly and quickly. He wanted to what she was like first. He began to start petty conversations with her best friend, Kelaré . After all, Kelaré knew more about Norlea than anyone else. He began to look forward to these conversations, not to talk about Norlea, as he gave to telling Kelaré of his love for her. He began to open up to Kelaré . He began to tell her his pain, everything he could tell no one else. He and Kelaré began to become second best friends in a way. From the sidelines, Norlea and Silean began talking to each other again. The way things were playing out was fascinating. Never in his wildest dreams could something like this ever be played out. But now, here it was, coming into reality before his very eyes.
The ceremony of the 12th moon he gave to his anguish, and transformed it into something beautiful. He asked her. Everything he had ever known for so long melted away to form a new kind of life. That night he showed her to his hide-away. Where he would go to escape the world. This was his Fordge, and he was finally ready to let her share it with him. They had spent half the night there, talking, and watching the stars falling from the skies. H e once again found true joy. And he cherished it with his life. She was perfect.
When Silean saw this he become sorrowful. He looked at Kelaré who smiled through tears, day after day. He knew it was because of him, he knew he shouldn’t have said the things he said. He knew he loved her, who was he trying to kid. He too, finally, in all his regret, opened himself up to Kelaré . Now he understood Netanas’s joy. He felt it too. This was how it was meant to be, he kept telling himself. Little did he know, this was how it all started.
Norlea woke with a start. She was in her own bed, in her own house, sleeping on her own blankets. How the hell did I wind up back here? she thought to herself. She got up and looked out the brown framed window of her bedroom. The sun was beginning to come up and bring itself against the dark night sky. It was wonderful to watch. I must’ve fallen asleep on Natanas, and he brought me home. Not the first time. All of a sudden her dream of Netanas dying came back to her in a flash. She quickly got her clothes on and climbed out the window. It was really early, and she didn’t want to arouse the rest of her family. She ran down the dirt road to Kelaré ’s house. She stopped at a high window with dark blue curtains drawn. Norlea tapped on the window and sharply whispered Kelaré ’s name.
“What?” a dreary eyed Kelaré said after a few minutes. She pulled the curtains back and propped her elbows on the wooden window sill.
“Remember yesterday when I feel asleep on Netanas?”
“Yeah, why?” Kelaré asked becoming more aware of her surroundings.
“Well, I had this sort of dream, and Netanas was dying in it,” Norlea said, tears coming to my eyes at the thought.
“Oh my god! What happened in it?” Kelaré asked more acutely aware of what time it was and what was happening.
“Well, he…we were…we were on a dark room and he was on the floor and he was covered in blood and he was dying. It was really scary.” Norlea said quickly.
“Interesting, well…I don’t know what to think about that. I kinda dreamt something like that too.”
“That’s really freaky,” Norlea said, slight hint of terror in her voice. “What was yours?”
“It was about the same, somewhat. I just saw two really tall people carrying him down a dark hall way and he was dead. I heard screaming coming from somewhere near me, but I didn’t know who was screaming. I just knew that I was behind bars. I think someone had captured us, I’m not sure though, the beginning of the dream was vague. The rest I can barely remember,” Kelaré explained.
“What was it?” Norlea asked.
“All I remember is being chained to something and my head was throbbing because someone had put my hair into a really tight pony tail at the top of my head. That’s all I remember.”
“Oh, ok”
“If you have another dream like that tell me,” Kelaré added.
“Yeah, hey, We meeting at the Fordge today?” Norlea asked.
“Yeah, after breakfast, Why?”
“Just wondering. It’s that random memory thing again”.
“oh, I see. Vivreandé .”
“Aye, Vivreandé ”.
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