THE HERO
Peace lasted for 300 long years, until one day, while I walked down the lonely forest path, something large appeared from the bushes. The large creature had a nightmarish appearance; the sharp rows of dagger-like teeth, that appeared under the upper lip, gleamed in the shade, the small, narrow placed eyes shinned with an unnatural fiery glow. I moved a step back. The creature followed. I took out my sword; the creature eyed me with a stony stare.
"You think you stand a chance against me?" the creature hissed. "You're brave or foolish or both at the same time."
"Who knows?"
"Ravens cry in the night,
When someone is gonna die.
The devil prepares the graves.
The wolves,
Heralds of the Wolf God are coming.
Footsteps coming closer.
The wolves, side by side…
They come…
They
A HARGAN FOLK STORYThere was once a girl who was wiser than the King and all his councilors; there never was anything like it. Her father was so proud of her that he boasted about her cleverness at home and abroad. He could not keep his tongue still about it. One day he was boasting to one of his neighbors, and he said, “The girl is so clever that not even the King himself could ask her a question she couldn't answer, or read her a riddle she couldn't unravel.”Now it so chanced the King was sitting at a window nearby, and he overheard what the girl's father was saying. The next day he sent for the man to come before him. “I hear you have a daughter who is so clever that no one in the kingdom can equal her; and is that so?” asked the King.Yes, it was no more than the truth. Too much could not be said of her wit and cleverness.That was well, and the King was glad to hear it. He had thirty eggs; they were fresh and good, but it wo
A FOLK TALE Once there was a king, who had three sons and only one daughter, who was caged and kept as his most precious possession. When the girl matured, she asked her father to let her go out with her brothers for a walk around the castle, the father agreed. When she went out, a dragon appeared out of nowhere, grabbed her and disappeared into the clouds. The brothers ran to their father and told him what happened. They will gladly search for their sister. Their father agreed, gave them each a horse and everything what they will need on the road, and so they went. On their long journey they, finally, found a castle that levitated between the clouds and the ground. They thought that their sister might be in there high above them. They started making a plan. The brothers thought and thought, until they came up with a plan. The plan was simple, they need a rope, but where to find a rope, in the middle of nowhere, they turned towards the horses. The two younger b
I Some stories are true, but most are half true. It depends what you prefer. But the story I’m about to tell is more than true. I remember the events that occurred some five hundred years ago like they were yesterday. There are only a few more events that are deeply engraved in my memory besides this one. Allow me start with the cold, boring facts about how it all began. The land, where I am from, lays far beyond the forest, hidden by tall, snowy mountain peaks and unknown and hard to track terrain, ruled over by a certain Prince Val Dragwer, or in the native language Val Dracul the Third. A prince, a general, a warrior, a warlord all of this he is; but above else he’s a strategist that carefully calculates his every move, in order to gain the upper hand and save as much of his people as he can. Generous and terrible, merciful and cruel, he’s all this and more at the same time. But this isn’t a story about him, this stories is about how I got
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SCENE IThe tavern he got was much bigger than the old Narrakort Tavern where he was housed. The building itself had a different smell, the smell of private property, his property. Narrakort Tavern had four rooms on the ground floor and four rooms on the first floor. The inn he got, in its current state, had eleven rooms that could be used. Many who knew him bet the bard would do nothing to restore it to its former glory. But again, many knew him well. They lost.The tavern at its height had twenty rooms, seven bathrooms and eight toilets.The interior configuration was different from that of other pubs, most of them were single or double floored. It was the oldest and most famous tavern in town.A large fireplace was stationed in the center, thus illuminating the entire room. He sat in his favorite chair, smoking his pipe, watching the shadows on the freshly painted walls and supports. Ther
They appeared from the bush, silent as shadows, a group of at least a hundred man armed to the teeth. They rode in silence. The horses were silent, as well. The whHaotaiga was silent. There was nothing else to it, nothing at all. Why and from where did they come to this part of taiga? What did they search for? Those were questions that were hard to answer.Their faces were covered with beech-wood masks that gathered above the forehead that was decorated with two long straps of colorful cloth. The rest of the mask was decorated with fur, feathers or colored pieced of oak that made a form of harmony. A harmony that was terrifying, to say the least, but none the less it was a form of harmony. Some might say it was a horde of demons that rode their terrible cavalcade, they weren’t wrong. This group was more demon than man. They rode. The leader stopped, looked at the sky above. An eagle flew above, it was an omen. The group stopped. The lea
IThrough High Hill a strange figure ran, it almost levitated, face hidden behind an plain hood of the rough woolen coat that danced on the wind like wings. The figure moved with above human speed, not even stopping to safely cross the slippery, moss-covered, rough-edged stones that appeared here and there. Plain deer hide boots walked without rest over the uneven terrain.High Hill, as the locals with suspicious looking faces called it, was still richly decorated with deciduous trees, even though it was already passed mid-autumn and the beginning of another rough winter was near. It will only bring new problems but it will also take with it many lives that weren’t meant to end and to whom diseases could do nothing. Every since the seasons changed and since Mian Vailur, the winter god, awaken for his multi-century slumber, the winters became colder and longer while the summers became shorter and hotter. The equilibrium
Once upon a time in Sinadol there lived a certain king who had three daughters. The fairest and best of these was Kwan-yin, the youngest. The old king was justly proud of this daughter, for of all the women who had ever lived in the palace she was by far the most attractive. It did not take him long, therefore, to decide that she should be the heir to his throne, and her husband ruler of his kingdom. But, strange to say, Kwan-yin was not pleased at this good fortune. She cared little for the pomp and splendor of court life. She foresaw no pleasure for herself in ruling as a queen, but even feared that in so high a station she might feel out of place and unhappy. Every day she went to her room to read and study. As a result of this daily labor she soon went far beyond her sisters along the paths of knowledge, and her name was known in the farthest corner of the kingdom as “Kwan-yin, the wise princess.” Besides being very fond of books, Kwan-yin was thoughtful of her friends.