Post by sadrain on Dec 19, 2007 19:25:09 GMT
At the border of small country stands mighty and beautiful building. Once it was home for kings and queens, castle standing with all it's pride. It was ruined by the war that could be named as 3rd Word War. It looked to world with empty windows, like a blind man, crying silently for someone to come and make it warm and loved again. And then came man who did as the house wished. He filled the windows, now they glitter in sunlight, he cleared the garden and ponds, now trees and flowerbeds makes beautiful maze around big building.
You say this man was good persons, rebuilding this old, ruined castle? Then let me tell you rest of the story and we will see if your thought does not change.
"...and now, gentlemen, let me show my brightest treasure! Avina, come and join us!" said deep voice. The talker was fat, obviously well living man. His clothes didn't show the best elegance, his eyes were small, hidden by fat cheeks, it was almost impossible to tell their color. His hair was plain brown, already getting silvery from age. He was sitting in large armchair, that looked almost too small for him, room that once had been ballroom of this castle. The 'gentlemen' that he was talking too, sat in similar chairs or on beautiful, embroidered pillows and richly carpeted floor. Everything, beginning with crystal lamp above their heads and ending with glass in man's hand full with wine was expensive and only rich person could have something like that.
The room it self had big windows and once had been very beautiful. Now, not counting how expensive the furniture and things in it were, it looked a bit cheap. They didn't match together. It was lighten up by candles and fireplace, as it was late autumn evening, giving soft light that seemed to not match persons in this room.
The room seemed to brighten up as the large oak doors flung open and girl twirled inside. For moment only silver blur could be seen as she moved but then girl stopped. Her silvery blond hair framed her frail, pale face and large and fell past her slender waist in silky curls. Gray eyes watched the men before her. In the light they seemed to glitter, as full of silver. Something gentle and soft was hidden in them, if one of them would know people better, he would recognize it as dreamer's soul. Her dress, simple, gray and black mixed together, clung on her beautifully carved body perfectly. Her feet was bare and it was visible how small they were. She was small in all ways but it made perfect harmony, making her similar to elf or fairy. Around her neck was black collar with two bells that sang softly with each her movement.
The men took sight of her greedily. Smirks showed on their lips as the girl walked over to the fat man and curtsied gracefully before him. "Master," she said as bowed her head. Her voice was melodious and soft. As created only for soft words, songs and stories.
The man smirked. "The old witch didn't know what she was selling. I got her for few gold pieces. She was a fool not a woman. No, she simply was typical woman. She is worth so much more! Just look at her!" There was murmuring and nods from other men. "Oh, Master, are you trying to flatter me?" Girl raised her head and looked to him. "Never, Avina, never," he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. "But I believe you do," she sounded lightly amused as said this. "I said never, Avina, my dear. You are worth much more as I paid for you." He made her lean even closer, not even hiding his attempts to kiss her.
Then girl got out of his grasp and twirled around, crystal clear, soft sound filling air as she laughed. "Thank you, Master!" she said as stopped in middle room.
Something flashed in man's eyes. She had escaped once more. "Dance for us, Avina," he ordered.
She did as he said.
Avina danced with her own music - the song that she sang softly and the bells ringing lightly. Her graceful moves enchanted and men couldn't move eyes off her. She teased them, sometimes dancing closer to one of them and flashing bright smile to him. No one could guess what was going on under this joyfully, beautiful smile.
If her hate could kill, they all would have died slowly and painfully long ago. They were disgusting! Not only their looks but their souls were dark and gross. She wondered how she could still do this every night. The same words, the same act. Only different dances, different songs. She never sang and danced the same thing. He said those words about her price every time, every time she gave the same replies. It was only part of game that he forced on her. But the kiss part was no game... It was for real. And for real he was angry to her for she always got away in last moment.
While she danced, she could look around and examine her watchers. Not like she liked to, she felt sick after that. But she had to know who will be her enemy tonight.
Everything was like always. New men, not less cruel than usually. But wait... There was only fourteen of them... Where was the last one? Usually no one refused to come to her Master for a visit. Because he chosen only special persons. And because he gave only one chance to come to this kind of meeting. After that, if he decided, there were other, quieter meetings. But never like this. Was he sick then? Maybe killed as it sometimes happened in these days with rich people? The last thought was sweet. It would mean that one evil man is dead in the world. But no, her hopes was to high. He simply was late, that's all.
Last words of song lingered in air and Avina looked to the men. For second, smirk flashed over her features. They all sat and stared at her. They said they were powerful but they were powerless against her - simple slave.
Oh, yes, slave. So they had some power over her.
"That was beautiful! Brilliant as always, Avina!" Master applauded and smiled his ugly, satisfied smile. "You are free to go for now. Until I call you again," he told and girl curtsied again. "Thank you, My Lord." She said and went over the room, to stand at the wall still like statue. She always stayed here in his meetings, between those times when she needed to entertain them. Avina shot quick glance at the old, grandfather type clock at the other side of room. Two hours. Two long hours she needed to stay here.
You say this man was good persons, rebuilding this old, ruined castle? Then let me tell you rest of the story and we will see if your thought does not change.
"...and now, gentlemen, let me show my brightest treasure! Avina, come and join us!" said deep voice. The talker was fat, obviously well living man. His clothes didn't show the best elegance, his eyes were small, hidden by fat cheeks, it was almost impossible to tell their color. His hair was plain brown, already getting silvery from age. He was sitting in large armchair, that looked almost too small for him, room that once had been ballroom of this castle. The 'gentlemen' that he was talking too, sat in similar chairs or on beautiful, embroidered pillows and richly carpeted floor. Everything, beginning with crystal lamp above their heads and ending with glass in man's hand full with wine was expensive and only rich person could have something like that.
The room it self had big windows and once had been very beautiful. Now, not counting how expensive the furniture and things in it were, it looked a bit cheap. They didn't match together. It was lighten up by candles and fireplace, as it was late autumn evening, giving soft light that seemed to not match persons in this room.
The room seemed to brighten up as the large oak doors flung open and girl twirled inside. For moment only silver blur could be seen as she moved but then girl stopped. Her silvery blond hair framed her frail, pale face and large and fell past her slender waist in silky curls. Gray eyes watched the men before her. In the light they seemed to glitter, as full of silver. Something gentle and soft was hidden in them, if one of them would know people better, he would recognize it as dreamer's soul. Her dress, simple, gray and black mixed together, clung on her beautifully carved body perfectly. Her feet was bare and it was visible how small they were. She was small in all ways but it made perfect harmony, making her similar to elf or fairy. Around her neck was black collar with two bells that sang softly with each her movement.
The men took sight of her greedily. Smirks showed on their lips as the girl walked over to the fat man and curtsied gracefully before him. "Master," she said as bowed her head. Her voice was melodious and soft. As created only for soft words, songs and stories.
The man smirked. "The old witch didn't know what she was selling. I got her for few gold pieces. She was a fool not a woman. No, she simply was typical woman. She is worth so much more! Just look at her!" There was murmuring and nods from other men. "Oh, Master, are you trying to flatter me?" Girl raised her head and looked to him. "Never, Avina, never," he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. "But I believe you do," she sounded lightly amused as said this. "I said never, Avina, my dear. You are worth much more as I paid for you." He made her lean even closer, not even hiding his attempts to kiss her.
Then girl got out of his grasp and twirled around, crystal clear, soft sound filling air as she laughed. "Thank you, Master!" she said as stopped in middle room.
Something flashed in man's eyes. She had escaped once more. "Dance for us, Avina," he ordered.
She did as he said.
Avina danced with her own music - the song that she sang softly and the bells ringing lightly. Her graceful moves enchanted and men couldn't move eyes off her. She teased them, sometimes dancing closer to one of them and flashing bright smile to him. No one could guess what was going on under this joyfully, beautiful smile.
If her hate could kill, they all would have died slowly and painfully long ago. They were disgusting! Not only their looks but their souls were dark and gross. She wondered how she could still do this every night. The same words, the same act. Only different dances, different songs. She never sang and danced the same thing. He said those words about her price every time, every time she gave the same replies. It was only part of game that he forced on her. But the kiss part was no game... It was for real. And for real he was angry to her for she always got away in last moment.
While she danced, she could look around and examine her watchers. Not like she liked to, she felt sick after that. But she had to know who will be her enemy tonight.
Everything was like always. New men, not less cruel than usually. But wait... There was only fourteen of them... Where was the last one? Usually no one refused to come to her Master for a visit. Because he chosen only special persons. And because he gave only one chance to come to this kind of meeting. After that, if he decided, there were other, quieter meetings. But never like this. Was he sick then? Maybe killed as it sometimes happened in these days with rich people? The last thought was sweet. It would mean that one evil man is dead in the world. But no, her hopes was to high. He simply was late, that's all.
Last words of song lingered in air and Avina looked to the men. For second, smirk flashed over her features. They all sat and stared at her. They said they were powerful but they were powerless against her - simple slave.
Oh, yes, slave. So they had some power over her.
"That was beautiful! Brilliant as always, Avina!" Master applauded and smiled his ugly, satisfied smile. "You are free to go for now. Until I call you again," he told and girl curtsied again. "Thank you, My Lord." She said and went over the room, to stand at the wall still like statue. She always stayed here in his meetings, between those times when she needed to entertain them. Avina shot quick glance at the old, grandfather type clock at the other side of room. Two hours. Two long hours she needed to stay here.