68th and 69th of Spring, 512AV "Once upon a time...", a old man begun his story. Nai'shee listened passionately, mostly because it's story about her next job, but because of curiosity, too. The old man didn't appear rich, but he certainly was. And he seemed wise. His gray hear and beard were too long, but it seemed like he didn't care. Like he didn't think that appearance matters. He invited her over that morning, to hear his story and help him if she could, for a good amount, he promised. His name was Chared. "...there was one little girl. Much younger than you, even. She was seven, or eight, I don't remember. She was cheerful, pretty and emphatic kid. She was what any parent would wish for. Her skin was pale and her hair was dark brown. Her eyes were green as rose's leaf, as a wild forest, hidden by many layers of nature. And so she was. She was a kid made for wilderness, she loved Klevics and Inarta, in fact, every race that had respect for wilderness. Other kids adored her and played with her often, but nobody was close to her. For them, she felt like Goddess. However, there was one boy she was in love with. But he didn't share same feelings. He was a dreamer, oh, how much he dreamed. He wanted to be big, to lead a city, or start a war, or be a legendary warrior with many Gnosis marks. Of course his lover will be Konti, not silly little wild girl. Oh, how wrong he was. Despite her feelings, they were friends. She loved listening to his stories, but she always used to lecture him about horrible dreams about being murderer or rich man who shares nothing. When they started school they both had perfect grades and started to compete each other. You know how it goes: friendship, rivalry, annoyance and in the end - love. It hasn't been a year since they started school and he was in love with her. It could be perfect - they got along well, they were friends, they knew each other, he was the fire and she was the water. But he was stupid, he was so stupid, he never told her. Soon, he found out she was attacked by Zith. Her parents gave him a stone, broken into four pieces, and they said that he should keep it. She had it in her pocket when she was attacked. There was his name on it. It was obviously a present, a present she went to pick up when she was attacked. He begged her parents to let him see her body. That image sliced into his head for the rest of his life. She was still bloody, with fresh wounds, messy hair. But all of that didn't matter. What killed him, what torn him apart was her face. On her face she still wore a sign of her last smile. She was happy. She was happy to die and feed someone, to die for natural circle of life. She was happy. He cried so hard wishing that he never saw it, but he couldn't help it. It changed him. For the rest of his life he helped every being he have seen, forgetting all of his stupid dreams, realizing that that way he'll be remembered. He'll always stay in hearts of those he helped. And that boy, it was me." As she listened nameless feelings gone trough her, tickling her every bone. She never heard a sadder story. She barely stand not to cry, whispering how sorry she was while man tried to calm her down. It was obviously long time since that happened and he probably, partially, got over it. His words were kind, he spoke with sympathy, nostalgia and with obvious anger whenever he mentioned little boy in the story. She just repeated how sorry she was, stunned by the story. It wasn't that this world held little amount of stories as this one, but the way this man spoke made it so much more emotional. "Hey, hey, calm down. I have a task for you, remember?" Yeah. Task. Work. It was only saver from this. She got serious, official. "Yeah. What is it about?", she asked, noticing that her voice was still low. "Do you remember a stone I told you about? With the name on it?" "I do", she answered, already afraid of what was coming. Could somebody do such a thing? Why do people always ruin each others lives? "It seems like it has few gems in it. I'm not sure which, and I hope to never find out. For that reason, somebody stole it. I know who it is, too, I just can't prove it. That it was ever mine. Here's the man." He gave her a picture and she immediately recognized him. He was one of the citizens, she often saw him around, especially around Market. She never spoke to him, except greetings. Could this man do such a thing for money? Yes, appearance was surely big, huge, enormous lie, a mask people carried with more or less luck. After memorizing his traits again she turned back to the old man. "He didn't know what it means to me", he said as he could read her thoughts, "and he seems afraid to listen. My money might overcome his mask of good citizen. However, you already know that the stone had four pieces. If he holds them at home, you will have some hard time searching for it." "Leave it to me", she said proudly. She stood up and said "Goodbye", without even asking about her reward or anything. The task was on. She will finish it immediately. There's no point to wait for tomorrow. She is giving this mans' treasure back tonight. |