Chapter 2: “Ilia,” he whispered into my ear as we walked across the soft meadows surrounding the manor, “how magnificent your beauty is.” Arik’s words curling around me seducing me completely, he had been doing so since the moment he arrived. “Please sit,” he asked as he took my dainty hands into his large rough ones. Today I had worn green to emphasize the one feature about myself I cherished the most, though he begged to differ. I sunk into the grass, soft like moss still holding his hand ever so lightly. He kneeled beside me, chasing away the strands of hair that flickered around my face with one of his hands. I was swept away by the intimacy of the moment. “Ilia,” he purred again, “would Ты bestow upon me the honor of being my beloved wife?”
I laughed, a giggle, how could he not hear my сердце thumping hard in my chest? I looked into his face which was full of concern and hurt. His eyebrows were coming together the way they do when he was thinking hard. I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, but he stopped me with his own words before I could make a peep. “It’s too soon isn’t it?” he said, “I just knew I should have waited, but seems as if your сердце longs another very dear to you. And I’m afraid that one isn’t my self. Do I have your heart, the very way I have surrendered mine entirely to you?” He was so bold, and so concerned. “How foolish Ты are to think that my Любовь is not returned to Ты when the very moment my eyes fell upon Ты I prayed Ты were him.” I assured him.
And oh, how his beautiful brown eyes lit up, none could even imagine. “You do.” he breathed, his lips coming apart displaying the teeth I would hope my children would one день have. We were so different, Arik and I, my hair; strait and black, eyes of green, skin like cream. And his was light, auburn in the sun. He worked hard over the land he came from, Albador, and his skin was darker than mine, tanned, but not dark like the peoples from the other nations. A peculiar sight we must have been, sitting in the meadow, hand in hand, smiling as if it had begun to rain after a very long drought.
The rain began to come down, cold. A ceiling of clouds roaming above us, frantically Arik threw his пальто over me and muttered at the sky, “Curse this rain.” I felt a pang, deep inside me, like ice had just been forced deep into my soul. The pain was intolerable, and I collapsed. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was Arik hovering above me yelling for help, fright painted across his Энджел like face.
“I think she’s coming around, don’t worry too much son, she probably just hyperventilated from the big question.” I heard mother reassuring Arik of my health. Her hands were cool, pressing up against my forehead. My eye lids were heavy so I opened them slowly. Mother was above me tending to my temperature and Arik was in the doorway his brows together, exerting all his knowledge of caretaking, which seemed to be very little. He glanced up looking into my face, “Your awake!” he exclaimed, his eyes glowing. “Yes,” I сказал(-а) surprised when my voice cracked, “what happened?”
“Beloved, when it began to rain Ты fainted. Your face was contorted with pain. Are Ты hurt?” he shuttered. “No,” I said, “just taken by surprise I suppose. Umm, I need to take a walk.” Arik came in, hand out ready to assist in any possible way, “Alone,” I added, “I just need to get my thoughts in order. Really, everything will be okay.” Though he did not agree he left, heading downstairs for ужин I suppose. I had not noticed my mother had slipped away. It made me grieve to think that she was all ready breaking the ties between us. I sat upright in my bed, my head began to spin, head rush, I thought. Looking around my eyes adjusting I spotted my cotton dress. Exactly what I needed, I pulled it on, and fixed my hair into a messy knot.
I stepped out of bed, my feet pressing down on the dark nameless wood. It creaked, they would know now that I was up. I walked through the hall and down the stairs, creaking with even the tiniest amounts of pressure from any one of my toes. Giving up on secrecy, I bounded down the last few steps, flew through the kitchen, blasting through the door, into the cold rain. My feet hit the worn path before my brain could tell them to. Every step was taking me further from reality and closer to the spirit of the rain.
Coming around the corner at high velocity I halted immediately. Where was the rain? Surely he would know I would come. Nothing could take me away from him. “I sighed, “Where are Ты rain?” Thunder. Yes, he heard me. “Show yourself.” I exhaled, then breathing in my Избранное smell. Thunder. I stepped forward, “please.” CRACK! Right behind me, I spinned around terrified. Rising from the smoke of the lightening I saw the rain spirit. I felt the drops of rain hitting me in the face. Everyone was a slap I deserved; they stung, penetrating through the warmth of the afternoon.
“Why?” he asked, “do Ты not know the truth of it?” I heard it again, CRACK! But off in the distance this time. “The truth of what!?” I shot back, letting the heat of my tears fuel my anger. “Do not be naïve Ilia,” he said, calm on the outside. His words stung. I was not naïve. “I ask Ты for the truth everyday and yet still Ты deny me of even that!” I yelled, furious now, “My ONLY friend in this cruel Realm and yet still Ты deny me the truth! Ты could have prevented this Ты know! Your pain, my hurt!” I spat at him, accusations unheard but seen in my eyes glowing with anger.
I had caught on. Yes, I thought. The spirit of blessing was envious of the man at my home. The man who was going to be part of my family, and bring me new joy and new knowledge. “How?” I asked unashamed, “How do Ты envy him? Ты can live eternally and bring joy to many peoples and Ты are,” I paused, searching for the word, “jealous?!” “Do not tempt me Ilia, do not tempt me to tell Ты a truth Ты need not here.” The rain said. After a few moments, he spoke, though the rain was letting up the distance between us was a cold barrier. “But alas I will tell Ты for I am not the spirit of happening, for it was his decision for the coming of these events. I am, jealous. Yes, entirely. This person is going to take Ты away from me. The only one true person I have seen since your grandfather’s grandfather. He spoke the Остаться в живых language and called me the name that I am, and the name that Ты bear. I am confined to this place for it is the place of my origin, my home, I can go away, but I must always return.” And that was it, he disappeared and the rain turned hot, steamy and full of hurt only I could feel.
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I laughed, a giggle, how could he not hear my сердце thumping hard in my chest? I looked into his face which was full of concern and hurt. His eyebrows were coming together the way they do when he was thinking hard. I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, but he stopped me with his own words before I could make a peep. “It’s too soon isn’t it?” he said, “I just knew I should have waited, but seems as if your сердце longs another very dear to you. And I’m afraid that one isn’t my self. Do I have your heart, the very way I have surrendered mine entirely to you?” He was so bold, and so concerned. “How foolish Ты are to think that my Любовь is not returned to Ты when the very moment my eyes fell upon Ты I prayed Ты were him.” I assured him.
And oh, how his beautiful brown eyes lit up, none could even imagine. “You do.” he breathed, his lips coming apart displaying the teeth I would hope my children would one день have. We were so different, Arik and I, my hair; strait and black, eyes of green, skin like cream. And his was light, auburn in the sun. He worked hard over the land he came from, Albador, and his skin was darker than mine, tanned, but not dark like the peoples from the other nations. A peculiar sight we must have been, sitting in the meadow, hand in hand, smiling as if it had begun to rain after a very long drought.
The rain began to come down, cold. A ceiling of clouds roaming above us, frantically Arik threw his пальто over me and muttered at the sky, “Curse this rain.” I felt a pang, deep inside me, like ice had just been forced deep into my soul. The pain was intolerable, and I collapsed. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was Arik hovering above me yelling for help, fright painted across his Энджел like face.
“I think she’s coming around, don’t worry too much son, she probably just hyperventilated from the big question.” I heard mother reassuring Arik of my health. Her hands were cool, pressing up against my forehead. My eye lids were heavy so I opened them slowly. Mother was above me tending to my temperature and Arik was in the doorway his brows together, exerting all his knowledge of caretaking, which seemed to be very little. He glanced up looking into my face, “Your awake!” he exclaimed, his eyes glowing. “Yes,” I сказал(-а) surprised when my voice cracked, “what happened?”
“Beloved, when it began to rain Ты fainted. Your face was contorted with pain. Are Ты hurt?” he shuttered. “No,” I said, “just taken by surprise I suppose. Umm, I need to take a walk.” Arik came in, hand out ready to assist in any possible way, “Alone,” I added, “I just need to get my thoughts in order. Really, everything will be okay.” Though he did not agree he left, heading downstairs for ужин I suppose. I had not noticed my mother had slipped away. It made me grieve to think that she was all ready breaking the ties between us. I sat upright in my bed, my head began to spin, head rush, I thought. Looking around my eyes adjusting I spotted my cotton dress. Exactly what I needed, I pulled it on, and fixed my hair into a messy knot.
I stepped out of bed, my feet pressing down on the dark nameless wood. It creaked, they would know now that I was up. I walked through the hall and down the stairs, creaking with even the tiniest amounts of pressure from any one of my toes. Giving up on secrecy, I bounded down the last few steps, flew through the kitchen, blasting through the door, into the cold rain. My feet hit the worn path before my brain could tell them to. Every step was taking me further from reality and closer to the spirit of the rain.
Coming around the corner at high velocity I halted immediately. Where was the rain? Surely he would know I would come. Nothing could take me away from him. “I sighed, “Where are Ты rain?” Thunder. Yes, he heard me. “Show yourself.” I exhaled, then breathing in my Избранное smell. Thunder. I stepped forward, “please.” CRACK! Right behind me, I spinned around terrified. Rising from the smoke of the lightening I saw the rain spirit. I felt the drops of rain hitting me in the face. Everyone was a slap I deserved; they stung, penetrating through the warmth of the afternoon.
“Why?” he asked, “do Ты not know the truth of it?” I heard it again, CRACK! But off in the distance this time. “The truth of what!?” I shot back, letting the heat of my tears fuel my anger. “Do not be naïve Ilia,” he said, calm on the outside. His words stung. I was not naïve. “I ask Ты for the truth everyday and yet still Ты deny me of even that!” I yelled, furious now, “My ONLY friend in this cruel Realm and yet still Ты deny me the truth! Ты could have prevented this Ты know! Your pain, my hurt!” I spat at him, accusations unheard but seen in my eyes glowing with anger.
I had caught on. Yes, I thought. The spirit of blessing was envious of the man at my home. The man who was going to be part of my family, and bring me new joy and new knowledge. “How?” I asked unashamed, “How do Ты envy him? Ты can live eternally and bring joy to many peoples and Ты are,” I paused, searching for the word, “jealous?!” “Do not tempt me Ilia, do not tempt me to tell Ты a truth Ты need not here.” The rain said. After a few moments, he spoke, though the rain was letting up the distance between us was a cold barrier. “But alas I will tell Ты for I am not the spirit of happening, for it was his decision for the coming of these events. I am, jealous. Yes, entirely. This person is going to take Ты away from me. The only one true person I have seen since your grandfather’s grandfather. He spoke the Остаться в живых language and called me the name that I am, and the name that Ты bear. I am confined to this place for it is the place of my origin, my home, I can go away, but I must always return.” And that was it, he disappeared and the rain turned hot, steamy and full of hurt only I could feel.
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Любовь is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my Цветы still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget Ты although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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Ты seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows Ты
like a hook,
won't let Ты go,
won't leave Ты alone.
Ты smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that Ты hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves Ты not,
Ты don't see the Энджел on
your shoulder,
trying to give Ты a strength.
Ты long for life
that Ты don't know of,
Ты seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.