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[MJ]

Wow! You definitely still know how to use photoshop! Very pretty picture, especially with the younger versions very lightly in the background. Oh and I love the suggestion of wind from the flowers in the field reciprocated by Maeve's hair. Very lovely picture indeed! (Though wouldn't Marina's eyes need to be brown to be her mother's eyes? /tinynitpick)

[Kriss]

Thank you very much
I'm so happy you like it
Marina's eyes are blue and her hair is brown, she looks like her father. End of story ;D
But by "Mother's eyes" I meant something more like mother-still-watching-no-matter-what-mother's-always-care something that way.
That's why Maeve is "watching" her ;D You know ;D

[Doubar]

Awww, I can only agree with MJ. The fanart is beautiful and you certainly do still know how to use photoshop. Simply awesome.

[Kriss]

Jul 3, 2013 12:18:17 GMT -5 Doubar said:

Awww, I can only agree with MJ. The fanart is beautiful and you certainly do still know how to use photoshop. Simply awesome.

thank you, thank you

[Doubar]

You're welcome. ^^

[Kriss]

Today I wrote a very short fanfic because some story and the song inspired me lot. Of course I had to share it with you.
Please just before reading or even during listen to this
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YAITI_np_M

Hope you will feel it...


You flee my dream come the morning

- Help me, Sinbad! Help me!

Sinbad woke up with the fear on his tired face. Again the same dream. Again beloved brow eyes full of tears. Again nothing he could do. Again the same helplessness.
Deeply inside he knew it is not only the nightmare. He knew that Maeve was not safe anymore. He felt he need to do something. He was not thinking about anything else anymore.

Sinbad rubbed his eyes and went on the deck to get some fresh air. They have been locked in this port for a two weeks already. Serious damage in cargo hold needed a lot of work. Captain could not stand the fact of losing time here.

- Thought you went to get some sleep?
Bryn asked when she noticed him on the deck. He looked very bad. Never seen him worse. Her heart was broken but even though she still cared a lot about him. She knew that his obsession is becoming the madness.

- How goes the repair?
He asked, in the same time ignoring her question.

-Sinbad…
Bryn tried to say something or perhaps rather to beg him.

-Firouz, how the repair goes?
Sinbad asked Firouz. Again ignoring her. His friend looked at him imploringly. Then he just sighed and answered
- Not very well, still we need more time…
- I don’t have it…
Sinbad said more to himself than to his companions.

Firouz started again – Sinbad, these are just the nightmares.

-These are not! And you all know about it! - Sinbad answered indignantly.

Rongar put his hand on captain’s shoulder and Bryn said, - We all know and we all want to help you. But we all are just tired. Just like you.

-Where is Doubar? – Sinbad asked a bit calmer.

Bryn and Firouz looked at each other for a little while.
- With a group of troubadours. One of them wanted to hear about your adventures to write the songs. Tonight there will be a spectacle. And we all are invited.

Sinbad puzzled – He want to sing about me?

-Rather she… - Bryn said with a smile – Doubar is crazy about her. Follows her everywhere for the whole week. I think that your adventures are only the excuse.

Sinbad could not believe in what he just heard. Even he could not help himself from a little smile.
-So, have fun…

-You won’t join us? – Firouz asked.

- I don’t think so… - Sinbad walked away to sit on the broadside.

Bryn followed and sat next to him along with Dermott. She pointed at the hawk.
- I think that Maeve would want you to have some fun and smile a bit more…
Sinbad did not say anything for a while. Did not even looked at her. But he turned at Dermott. They both felt pretty much the same way.

-Perhaps, you are right… - he finally admitted to Bryn.

Firouz and Rongar smiled at each other.
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The tavern was already full of people waiting for a spectacle. Crew found Doubar sitting in the first row. They sat next to him. Sinbad holding Dermott on his arm chose the table in dark corner.

- (…) but isn’t the love of the sailor and witch the greatest adventure ever…?

At first some man say something about what is gonna be presented tonight. But Sinbad did not paid much attention for it. And then she went on stage. Indeed she was beautiful one. Holding harp in beautiful white hands. Under the blond curls blue eyes turned at Sinbad.

She sat down and begin to play…

The music did not seems to be the one for adventure story…

And then her beautiful voice reverberated:

These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of red locks entwisted, stormy
Of brown eyes, glistening as you weep

In this pretty moment Sinbad realized what is she singing about. About who.

The wolf I will follow into the storm
To find your heart, it's passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone
Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of red locks entwisted, stormy
Of brown eyes, glistening as you weep

I know not if fate would have us live as one
Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound
The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of red locks entwisted, stormy
Of brown eyes, glistening as you weep

Sinbad eyes were full of tears when he was listening to the song. Many scenes crossed his head. For so many times he had imagined their meeting. The moment he will find her. Also the scenes from the past came along with the song. His heart again flame with a hope. He let Dermott fly away and left alone in the dark corner. Even if troubadour finished her song, its words still was in Sinbad’s head.


You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of red locks entwisted, stormy
Of brown eyes, glistening as you weep

[Doubar]

Awwwww, that's such a sad one. But so very beautiful, too!! What a wonderful story, inbid, and what a lovely song. The two fit together so perfectly and their combination makes me feel so sad for Sinbad.

Thank you so much for sharing, love!!

[Kriss]

Thank you, Sweetheart

It is sad as the orginal story for which the song is wrote. I found the story and the song, on Sunday and I wrote to Flo, that I am so inspired. In one day I knew all the versions of the songs, all the covers. Still I can't stop myself and I am listening it all day long almost. Decided to do something for the song. Video was not the very good idea as orgianl lyrics is not perfect for Maeve. The fanart only - wouldn't give that many emotions. So I sat down and wrote this little story in one evening. First shared it with Flo and then with you.
I am glad you like it and I am really glad I could share with you my little inspiration.

I have not described any of scenes which corssed Sinbad's maind to let the reader just "put" there favourite ones. We all have such, I think.
I also encourage You to listen the song in German

[MJ]

Just read it as I listened to the song. I really like the story in a story way of structuring, or in this case, song inside a story. And that it is Doubar who actually tells the troubadour about Maeve, it just shows how well he knows his little brother.
And while I like the idea about leaving it up to the reader to imagine what Sinbad's thinking when he hears the song... you make such good vids! You could show us

Thanks for sharing your fic with us. I didn't realise I needed a little romance (fiction) in my life until I read it.

[Kriss]

MJ, Thank you :* It is nice to hear that you like it.

[Kriss]

Currently, I am sitting at home on a sick leave. Still till Thursday and I decided to get back to little something that I started sometime ago.

Wanted to share it with You and once you give me first feedback maybe I will follow and post it also on FF.


Short introduction: the story takes place after S1 and just before S2. Somewhere in between. Something like missed episode.
As my previous little story this one is also inspiered on Yennefer and Geralt story.

Hope you will enjoy and I count on your feedback

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A wish

Part1

Sinbad pushed open the heavy old wooden door. Gave a quick look back to check if there is no one around. Then unsteadily get inside. Under the hood, his blue eyes were shining in the dark. The smell of dust and old parchments hovered in the air. Between several rows of shelves he noticed the pale light of torches. Sinbad came closer to the hooded character in long black coat.

“Maeve…We must go. Did you find it?” He whispered.

“Yes, I think I did” Maeve answered. She was holding a huge old book in her hands.

In the same moment they heard the steps. Someone was going their way, to the library. With a simple gesture of fingers Maeve extinguished the torches. She hid the book under her coat.

She could not see Sinbad but she felt his hand on her shoulder.

The door had opened. They took two steps back. Someone came in. They could hear the steps on cold, stone floor.
Sinbad’s second hand was already at his sword. In the darkness, the light of torch shone again. When the old man dressed in a red toge turned at them, Maeve whispered a spell, “Saaammmaarraaa…” and with one gesture of hand she made him sleep. Old man gently laid down on the floor.

Maeve and Sinbad looked at each other and started to run. Leaving the library they had to pass through the long hall. At the end of it, there were stairs down. The spiral staircase leaded them outside. They silently walked away from the temple. In the near forest their horses were waiting for them.
The night was very dark. Even moon was hidden by the grey clouds.

Maeve and Sinbad did not looked back.

When they were far enough from temple Sinbad asked,

“Can you now tell me what is all about?”

She just pointed at the book. “I need this…”

The old, dusty book. For such a small thing they did something what is tantamount to sacrilege.
Giving Maeve his hand Sinbad helped her mount a horse.

“Maeve, we have just stolen the book from Red Magicians library…?”

But he did not do this for this book. He did it for her. Sinbad trusts Maeve and wanted the same in common.

She knew she could not avoid the answer anymore.
“I hope their knowledge can help me to understand one thing…”

“What thing?”

“I heard there is a way to break the spell of another sorcerer, even the curse…”

After her words, picture became clear for Sinbad. She did not have to say anything else.

“You know, I will help you no matter what…?”

Maeve closed her eyes and nodded, “Yes, I know…”

Once upon a time he gave her his word. They both will not rest until their mission is complete.
Hidden under the mantle of the night they rode towards the harbor

[Kriss]

Part 2

“ I think I don’t need to say that I really don’t like it, Little Brother”

Sinbad who was holding the tiller, only made face at Doubar. But somehow he felt that he had his rigths.
The sky was still cloudy, not only during the day but also at night. No stars, no navigation.

“ We don’t even know where exactly we are sailing…”

“ Maeve knows! And I will follow her….” His voice trembled “… no matter where”

Doubar took a deep breath. He knew about the feeling that his brother had for the sorceress. He could not understand why Sinbad was so afraid to tell her. Actually he knew that both of them are still pretending. It was like a curse which did not allow them to say how much they care for each other.

“Land ho!”

“Go to her, I will pick the tiller” Doubar said and took over the tiller from his brother.

Sinbad hurriedly went to Maeve who was sitting in her cabin surrounded by tons of books. Including the one they had stolen recently.
The door was open so he did not knock. Even so, she quickly noticed him. Their eyes met.
Sinbad smiled “ We are there…”

That was the news she had been waiting for. The optimism appeared on her face. But she did not say anything.

“Good book?” Sinbad pointed at the one they had stolen.

She awoke.

“Wow, yes… “ Maeve took a deep breath, she knew it is a time that she has to tell him more about her idea.

“It is a book of Amos Var Yapsis – great sorcerer of red magic…”

Sinbad sat down next to her.

“… He is an expert on Gins…”

“Gins...?” Sinbad interrupted. He was shocked.

“Yes, don’t tell me you never heard of them…?”

He winced. “Yes, I heard the stories, three wishes and so but...”

“Three wishes it is only a legend. Gin must follow his master for the whole life. They hate people for this and they are very mischievous and…”

“… and dangerous.” Sinbad finished. His experience finished.

“Maeve why are you so interested in that?”

She looked deeply into his eyes “Only Gin is powerful enough to brake the curse”

They both know about who’s curse she was talking. He promised to help her with that one. And he will not rest until they complete it.

They were silent for a moment. Then Sinbad grabbed her hand.

“So let’s find one” They both smiled.

[Kriss]

Part 3

“I know where we are!” Firouz pointed at the map walking with rest of the crew. “Skeligale – a small island of thousands lakes”

“I simply hope that beside the lakes they also have a fresh water” Doubar said, mostly to his brother but the captain was focused on Maeve.

“ Amos Var Yapsis used to live here, on this island. Somewhere in the mountains. I will talk with people and try to find out something. Let’s meet in the tavern later on.”

Sinbad nodded, “ Be careful”

“Aya Aya” Maeve smiled and walked away leaving them in the village’s market.

Sinbad was watching her when Doubar poked his arm. But he overtake his question, “I know, I know…fresh water!”

[Kriss]

Part 4

It was a very hot and sunny day – that is why crew decided to take a table outside the tavern. They had already manage to collect all the supplies and even trade some of their goods. Filled boxes and barrels were lying near the table. Doubar seemed to be more relaxed thanks to that. Also thanks to the wine that young girl was serving them, listening Doubar’s stories about crew’s adventure. The girl was smiling but she seemed to be more interested in Sinbad than in his brother.

Captain however was still looking around, waiting for Maeve. Although he would never, ever admit it – he did not like not to have her near bay. Moreover he simply started to be worry.

“Little brother, why don’t you try some wine?” But Sinbad only made face at his brother in the answer.

“There she is! Maeve is coming” Firouz yelled.

Indeed she was coming. Held Dermott on her arm and feeding him with some bread.

Sinbad felt the relief.

Maeve let Dermott go and putting off her glow she smiled at the crew and the girl “Hello”. And then she exchanged meaningfully glances with Sinbad to walk away with him a moment later.

“What did you find out?”

“As I said, Amos Var Yapsis used to live here. Not in the village but in the mountains. Some people still remember him. Once he flew out on the lake and no one ever him again after the storm.”

“So he finished as a fish food…”

“Not necessary… I would like to check that…”

He knew she will say so – he was not even surprised.

“How?”

“We can check the lake. Maybe there is still the shipwreck…”

He could not refuse her and she knew that.

“There are a lot of fish men here, we will borrow the boat and go for a little trip tomorrow.”

She grabbed his hand “ I knew you help me, Sinbad”


___

Doubar and the rest of the crew was watching them walking.

“And that is the most sad adventure of my brother…” he sighed.

“The one which should the most beautiful is the saddest. They two love each other like no words on this world can describe. The powerful magic it is… But even more powerful one is keeping them in the state that non of them will admit the feelings. Terrible curse…”



and I could not resist... had to post this picture as well

[Kriss]

Part 5
Even though it was still very early morning, it was already very hot. Really hot. Maeve and Sinbad placed themselves into the borrowed fish boat. Sinbad took place on the side of the rower. She sat down opposite. Dermott sat down next to her.

“How are we going to find out where the wrack is?” Sinbad asked starting to row.

“I will cast the spell and try to feel if there is anything on the bottom…” she was trying to concentrate what was not easy when Sinbad started to taking of his shirt. The weather was not best for such trip. Especially for the rower.

She held out her hands, closed her eyes and started to whisper some spells. After a while she fell into a trance.
Sinbad hated when she was doing such things but somehow after over the year he used to it.

“Go to the west…” she said.
Captain carried out the order.

The temperature was raising along with the sun. They have been already far enough not to see the coast anymore. The countryside was beautiful. Sunlit lake surrounded by rocky mountains. A tiredness began to assail Sinbad. The sweat completely covered his body.

“Stop!” She broke out from the trance. “It is here - under our boat”

Sinbad stopped “Are you sure?”

“Yes. But I don’t feel the wrack. I can feel a portal”

“A portal?”

“Yes, like the one in Dim-Dim’s garden you know… we must check the water…”

She said “we” but Sinbad exactly knew what she meant.

“What we are looking for?”

“I am not sure…something…”

Sinbad started to taking of his boots and also started to wondering why he had agreed on this trip.

“Maeve….”

“I will guide you.. you will know…”

He was not even trying to understand what she just said. He jumped. The water was very nice. Especially after half an hour of rowing. He took a deep breath and dived.
The water was clear enough to see the bottom. Sinbad looked around hoping we notice that ‘something’ he was looking for. Suddenly he heard Maeve’s voice.

“See that rock?”

He saw, indeed. But how she…? It did not matter. He could not keep the breath much longer.

“There is something there, take it and come back to me.”

Sinbad quickly followed her words. Quickly getting back to the boat. She helped him to get out from water. When he calmed the breath, he shown her the “thing” he brought.

It was a some kind of necklace.

“Any idea…?”

“Not yet…” Maeve and Dermott was watching the necklace. She was trying to find out its mystery.

It took her a while before saying something. In the meantime Sinbad already had chance to dress himself up.

“I think we can use it as a portal… it will take us to the magician perhaps…”

As they were already here Sinbad was not even thing about turning back. As much as he did not understand anything he was ready to follow whatever Maeve suggested.

“Take my hand”

She also took Dermott closer. And started to whisper again.

Sinbad felt the sudden wind and in a moment later necklace took the three of them from the boat to the meadow high in the mountains.