Tthejen: the grudge-worthy truth
One day, that unfortunate day, a wizard of old met Tthejen.
"Ho! anyone there?!" said the wizard in a commanding, rude fashion.
Tthejan, an ignorant lad, said, immitating the wizard, "Ho! someone's there! Who comes here?"
The wizard, more a dark one replied "I am Sersystevice! Wizard from the corner of the kingdom. I'm aware of everyone and everything! No one is aware of me!"
Sersystevice was huge! With height, he had a certain amount of muscle. Though he had no hood, nor a beard, nor a staff with a crystal, one could say he was a wizard! The thing was, he had an uncertain, undetectable, unnoticeable aura around him, which automatically gave him the look of a wizard.
Tthejen, amused at the way Sersystevice said it, replied, "Wow! that's a pretty one liner! What do you want?" in a most arrogant way.
An angry wizard is never forgiving. This wizard though, had intentions in his mind. He needed someone as lonely as Tthejen, someone who did not know his origins. Swallowing all his anger, "You're one brave kid. Well, my purpose here is simple! I already told you, I am aware of everything. Everything, births, deaths, victories, defeats.. basically, everything you can think of! And I am here to tell you the truth, Tthejen..- Yes, I know your name. The truth of your origins!"
Tthejen, completely shocked, looked at Sersystevice in awe! Tthejen was someone who was ignored wherever he went. No one knew where he came from. Nor did they care to know who he is.
Uncertain people are most easy to play around with. Uncertain hearts can be tangled with and uncertain minds can be filled with anything.
"But first", said Sersystevice," get me a glass of water. Journeying from the other corner of Lunaura is not something easy. That too on a Corse! Now run and get me something to drink, while I come in and rest!". Sersystevice barged through and sat inside. Tthejen went and fetched some water for the tired wizard.
The confused, dumbstruck, lost Tthejen said, " Okay! So you can tell me, my roots?" Looking at the wizard nod while drinking the water he fetched, he said, "What are you waiting for?! Tell me! What? are you waiting for the perfect Moon to arrive, to tell a tale or are you waiting for death, so that you can tell me my story and weep and for that, i'd give you a proper burial and funeral, just because you have no one else?!"
These words greatly angered Sersystevice. Not the burial part, but the part of the Moon. Sersystervice hated the Moon. The Moon was one of the many things Sersystevice loathed. Still, "The need is great and losing it would be idiotic!" thought the thirst-quenched wizard.
"Your father" started the wizard "Was a good warrior. He did not fight for the king. He fought for your family. He was a warrior in that sense. A family in acute poverty. nowhere to go, no one to look to. Completely destitute! And one such day, it so happened that one of the king's men, a close fellow to the king, could be his best friend, stopped to look at your parents. Now this man, the king's friend, his name...uhhhhh.... Ah yes! His name was Nalreden. He needed you parents to work for him. A work involving digging of these clouds for some rare precious substance. Nalreden already had quite a few people and needed more. They began excavation one fine day. And it was all good for quite sometime. The mine was where you were born, if you remember." "WAIT! STOP! WE HAVE A KING?" shrieked Tthejen. The dumbstruck wizard, thinking if Tthejen was serious, said "....Yes....How did you expect everything runs? Wind? We do have a king my dear fellow. Now, no questions till i finish your story" Tthejen shrugged and curled his lips out in amazement. "In the mines, there was one othe....... heavy work. People worked night and day for finding the substance. But to no avail . One day, the rivers of Cumolonim flooded and it passed on to lower clouds. Nalreden had quite many chances to warn the mine-workers. He chose not to! He ignored and let your parents and everyone in the mine wash away like salt scalt from the table. You, my friend, I rescued you. I was passing by and saw you, sitting at a height. Maybe you were 5. I rescued you and left you here, in Haybie with a wren and a hen, that would sustain you. I erased your memory with my spell. I wanted you to grow strong by now. Like a warrior. But I see you are lean as a twig.". Sersystevice looked at Tthejan. He did not look provoked. He did not seem like he would kill Nalreden to avenge his parents' death. The story Sersystevice weaved was not good enough....
Tthejen, amused at the way Sersystevice said it, replied, "Wow! that's a pretty one liner! What do you want?" in a most arrogant way.
An angry wizard is never forgiving. This wizard though, had intentions in his mind. He needed someone as lonely as Tthejen, someone who did not know his origins. Swallowing all his anger, "You're one brave kid. Well, my purpose here is simple! I already told you, I am aware of everything. Everything, births, deaths, victories, defeats.. basically, everything you can think of! And I am here to tell you the truth, Tthejen..- Yes, I know your name. The truth of your origins!"
Tthejen, completely shocked, looked at Sersystevice in awe! Tthejen was someone who was ignored wherever he went. No one knew where he came from. Nor did they care to know who he is.
Uncertain people are most easy to play around with. Uncertain hearts can be tangled with and uncertain minds can be filled with anything.
"But first", said Sersystevice," get me a glass of water. Journeying from the other corner of Lunaura is not something easy. That too on a Corse! Now run and get me something to drink, while I come in and rest!". Sersystevice barged through and sat inside. Tthejen went and fetched some water for the tired wizard.
The confused, dumbstruck, lost Tthejen said, " Okay! So you can tell me, my roots?" Looking at the wizard nod while drinking the water he fetched, he said, "What are you waiting for?! Tell me! What? are you waiting for the perfect Moon to arrive, to tell a tale or are you waiting for death, so that you can tell me my story and weep and for that, i'd give you a proper burial and funeral, just because you have no one else?!"
These words greatly angered Sersystevice. Not the burial part, but the part of the Moon. Sersystervice hated the Moon. The Moon was one of the many things Sersystevice loathed. Still, "The need is great and losing it would be idiotic!" thought the thirst-quenched wizard.
"Your father" started the wizard "Was a good warrior. He did not fight for the king. He fought for your family. He was a warrior in that sense. A family in acute poverty. nowhere to go, no one to look to. Completely destitute! And one such day, it so happened that one of the king's men, a close fellow to the king, could be his best friend, stopped to look at your parents. Now this man, the king's friend, his name...uhhhhh.... Ah yes! His name was Nalreden. He needed you parents to work for him. A work involving digging of these clouds for some rare precious substance. Nalreden already had quite a few people and needed more. They began excavation one fine day. And it was all good for quite sometime. The mine was where you were born, if you remember." "WAIT! STOP! WE HAVE A KING?" shrieked Tthejen. The dumbstruck wizard, thinking if Tthejen was serious, said "....Yes....How did you expect everything runs? Wind? We do have a king my dear fellow. Now, no questions till i finish your story" Tthejen shrugged and curled his lips out in amazement. "In the mines, there was one othe....... heavy work. People worked night and day for finding the substance. But to no avail . One day, the rivers of Cumolonim flooded and it passed on to lower clouds. Nalreden had quite many chances to warn the mine-workers. He chose not to! He ignored and let your parents and everyone in the mine wash away like salt scalt from the table. You, my friend, I rescued you. I was passing by and saw you, sitting at a height. Maybe you were 5. I rescued you and left you here, in Haybie with a wren and a hen, that would sustain you. I erased your memory with my spell. I wanted you to grow strong by now. Like a warrior. But I see you are lean as a twig.". Sersystevice looked at Tthejan. He did not look provoked. He did not seem like he would kill Nalreden to avenge his parents' death. The story Sersystevice weaved was not good enough....
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