Post by Kriss on Nov 5, 2010 12:23:27 GMT -5
Little note: This is going to be the story of Kriss de Valnor, from her childhood to her arrival to Basra. I wrote it partly in first person, partly as a narrator. Why...? I have no idea. This story just came to me in school while I was sitting and being bored with Polish Class. ;D
As about everything else, you will find out while you read it.
Enjoy!
Some people call me demoness, others call me witch but for real I was born as a simple daughter of a poor country woman from one North village. I have never known my father. All I know is that he was a warrior from distant land called Valnor. Once he visited the local tavern where my mother was working. He left leaving my mother a souvenir, pregnancies. Nobody have heard about him since then.
I was raised in a poor cottage by my mother and step-father. He was not her husband, just a guy who had taken the girl with her "bastard".
"Bastard" that’s how he used to call me.
I hated him. Yes, I was raised in hatred which had been growing inside me with every single day.
My mother was working hard because he used to do nothing.
Everyday, she worked, cooked and did all housework and every evening he hit her just for nothing.
One day as usual he was fussing and slapped my mother, she fall down, her head hit the stone floor. When I fell on my knees and grabbed her into my arms, she took her last breath. My mother died on my own arms. I heard and smelled his drunk breath behind me. I grabbed the knife and I did what I had to do.
I ran out from the cottage, holding the knife in my right hand. His blood was running down after my hand. I was 12 years old and I was the most terrified girl on the North.
I was running and running. I wanted to escape, get away as far as it was possible.
I was wandering for about two weeks, visiting strange town. I had to steal to eat and did have help from nowhere until one day…
*********
It was dark and cold evening. Gloomy inside of some tavern was full of drunk guests. Young, skinny and dirty girl was waiting for the opportunity to steal something from the bar. Her keen glance was following the bartender. When man turned around she quickly grabbed some bread. Suddenly another tavern’s worker caught her hand. Her heart wanted to burst her chest and in the same moment she heard the voice behind her,
“Leave the girl! I will pay for it.”
Girl turned around. She saw tall, muscular, bald man. He could not be from North, he seemed to be a foreigner.
Her distrustful eyes were looking into his dark ones.
Tavern’s worker took his hand back. She stood up and was about to escape but the foreigner caught her by her shoulder.
“Wait.” Then he turned at the worker. “Bring me a soup.”
He took the girl to the table and made her sit by it.
“I’ve observed you for some time. Your little fingers seem to be great thieves. I need someone like you.”
********
His name was Singwald. He took me to his house.
I fell asleep and I don’t know how long I was sleeping but I know it was a dream of rebirth. Catharsis.
When I woke up, I was not the same person as before.
Little Krissy went away. It was a birth of someone really new.
That’s how I became Kriss de Valnor.
As about everything else, you will find out while you read it.
Enjoy!
"I do not forget about anything..."
Part1
Part1
"Who was the child that had created Kriss de Valnor?"
Some people call me demoness, others call me witch but for real I was born as a simple daughter of a poor country woman from one North village. I have never known my father. All I know is that he was a warrior from distant land called Valnor. Once he visited the local tavern where my mother was working. He left leaving my mother a souvenir, pregnancies. Nobody have heard about him since then.I was raised in a poor cottage by my mother and step-father. He was not her husband, just a guy who had taken the girl with her "bastard".
"Bastard" that’s how he used to call me.
I hated him. Yes, I was raised in hatred which had been growing inside me with every single day.
My mother was working hard because he used to do nothing.
Everyday, she worked, cooked and did all housework and every evening he hit her just for nothing.
One day as usual he was fussing and slapped my mother, she fall down, her head hit the stone floor. When I fell on my knees and grabbed her into my arms, she took her last breath. My mother died on my own arms. I heard and smelled his drunk breath behind me. I grabbed the knife and I did what I had to do.
I ran out from the cottage, holding the knife in my right hand. His blood was running down after my hand. I was 12 years old and I was the most terrified girl on the North.
I was running and running. I wanted to escape, get away as far as it was possible.
I was wandering for about two weeks, visiting strange town. I had to steal to eat and did have help from nowhere until one day…
*********
It was dark and cold evening. Gloomy inside of some tavern was full of drunk guests. Young, skinny and dirty girl was waiting for the opportunity to steal something from the bar. Her keen glance was following the bartender. When man turned around she quickly grabbed some bread. Suddenly another tavern’s worker caught her hand. Her heart wanted to burst her chest and in the same moment she heard the voice behind her,
“Leave the girl! I will pay for it.”
Girl turned around. She saw tall, muscular, bald man. He could not be from North, he seemed to be a foreigner.
Her distrustful eyes were looking into his dark ones.
Tavern’s worker took his hand back. She stood up and was about to escape but the foreigner caught her by her shoulder.
“Wait.” Then he turned at the worker. “Bring me a soup.”
He took the girl to the table and made her sit by it.
“I’ve observed you for some time. Your little fingers seem to be great thieves. I need someone like you.”
********
His name was Singwald. He took me to his house.
I fell asleep and I don’t know how long I was sleeping but I know it was a dream of rebirth. Catharsis.
When I woke up, I was not the same person as before.
Little Krissy went away. It was a birth of someone really new.
That’s how I became Kriss de Valnor.
