Princess Piki Part IV

Princess Piki Part IV


Upon arriving to the banks of the Lake Gladtló, where trees sink their feet in the deep waters, Niniär sat on the earthless ground made only out of roots that stretched far down below into the mirrored Lake. Sadness was a cruel companion, but she had her horse by her side and both rode northeast to meet the waterfalls of the river Urodum which fed the lake. As they went upwards, the lake was left behind in the valley. Wan the moon came, reflecting upon Niniär's skin, and down below the waters of the lake were so clear that mirrored the sky in all its splendor, it was unclear which one was the real roof of the world. Swans flew over it and landed on the stars. The sound of the cascade falling down into the lake broke the silent night. The roaring waters fled from the mountains in such a hurry and devastating strength that Niniär and her horse had to hasten their pace due north to find a narrower space and built their path into the other side. The crossover wasn't far off, it was where two rivers met and became one single earth's vein. Attached to Urodum was one of the streams of the widest and largest rivers of Nárlond, the Telssian River. It was here where both met, that Niniär and her horse went through. The water was only a few inches above the waist. After arriving to the other side, the two companions followed the single stream of Urodum that ran southeast to disembogue in the great inland sea of Fhör. It was an hard journey of at least one hundred and sixty miles. They constantly stopped to rest and gather food, always southwards along the eastern side of the river, for its western side broke in two and passed too close to dangerous marshes shrouded in mist, as far as the eye could see. A four day's journey to encounter the uncertain presence of anyone living near the coastal region of Fhör.

Niniär and her horse weren't hindered during their journey towards the inland sea of Fhör. They had been blessed with bright days along their road, and the chirping of birds soften their mood. Deep and in secret, Niniär's mind wandered, always doubtful and filled with uncertainty for what might be found at the road's end. The continuous pace of the horse through grass and the sound it made, cradled Niniär, but she woke up from her daydreaming as the sound changed. The ground also had changed, it was rocky, filled with dust and a redish-brown soil. From the south, sweeping across the land, a salty fragrance and the sound of surf endlessly rolling upon the beaches. Only forty miles to gallop till they could set their feet in the northern cliffs of Fhör that stretched eastwards for at least seventy miles, then breaking and sinking in a vast woodland and rising once more for another fifty miles. Of such likeness were these, reminiscent of great walls made out of clay. The waves bashing against the cliffs were like the stirring voices of thunders. The sea below reflected the sun and the beaches with golden sand glimmered. The view might be pleasant to the eye and comforting to the heart, but the rocky southern slopes near the waters of the inland sea of Fhör hid fiends of savage fury, covered with shiny scales, and the sun was deadly in the barren lands around it.

A new dawn was breaking, the grey light behind the clouds. The wind was flowing and rain from above shuffling the dirt in the ground, turning it into mud. An heavy rain fell akin to the waters of Fhör, surging, breaking and grinding. Shedding from the high heavens it tore the path that Niniär and her horse left behind, blending it with the rest of the landscape. Leaping from the soil, fragrant scents, and poor Niniär unguarded did not hear nor heeded the strange shadows coming her way, coming out of the bushes like black phantoms, winding their way in her direction. Beneath the horse's hooves the ground sunked in a muddy puddle, and the earth itself enfolded the horse and Niniär.

To be continued...


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Frelsa mær ástir minn

Frelsa mær ástir minn


In nameless lands of forgotten shores, i ride now up into the mountains. But it wasn't always such...
Over the surface of the waves i went, regardless in what perils could i find so far and deprived of my native land. Alas! What have i done? I have accepted the words of kings that now have succumb to death, among bands of fallen warriors that lie fallen and proud, if i haven't embraced the speech of my noble kinsmen, i wouldn't regret the situation where i am in, for council is often given by those who pronounce fair words, but are faint of heart, and only lies and deceiving are the true purpose in their minds.
The sky is veiled, and men sing around the bonfires, we bore torches and they were shimmering, but all knew that time draws near to certain sorrow and despair, war will destroy some, carring them away, but now is the time to give little heed to wreck and slaughter that will lay all about us.
The swords glittered with the coming of dawn, the light of torches flickered and went out, a sword rang as it was drawn and the furled banner, was released and now was fluttering with the wind.
We march and ride to the mountains, while the winter sun shines through the leaves of the trees. We went in haste, ere the night falls again, hither comes the fading of hope, in our hearts prevails a malady that will not be healed, the longing for home and to see our loved ones, that yearning feeling to swim in the golden waters of our beloved land, that now lies so far and we are wrapped in a grey shadow, where once stood gladness, and memory cannot seize.
But lo! We see great green fields, as vast as the eyes can reach, and the wood yonder, veiled in colors of fire. We were swayed with the beauty of such a place, that we did not heed the strange sounds in our surroundings.
An arrow flew right into my chest, and the sound of swords, axes and spears were heard, echoing in the deep valley with the shouting of men, calling upon challenge and praising the war gods.
I was shivering, the howling and icy north wind was like the gentle touch of her in my face and running down my neck, taking me in her arms.
The sky burst in fire, the clouds were torn asunder, and high above me, that beacon of hope, she was shining, smiling, biding me welcome, to the land of my forefathers and all is well now... How have i desired for this moment to come, my beloved waiting for me, in that place where dreams shared with her, can finaly be true, gladness and joy filled me...
and yes.. all is well now...



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