Re: DoA

Apr. 29th, 2013 12:31 am
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From: ks4dakasv@****
To: lh5b@a****.org

Morning, mate.
I guess it's more or less clear now: Mavi IS going to die, eventually.
I have spoken to Fern and she confessed that she can see Mavi's life until the Bang, and then everything is "obscure and foggy". I dunno wtf is that supposed to mean, but I won't panic till I get the whole picture clear.
I am leaving for Prague tonight, back in 2 days.

C U soon, I.S.A.

P.S. where on earth is my old ass halebard? Ain't in the Safe Chamber, I couldn't find shit there. Get it tidy, won't ya, mate 0:P


From: lh5b@a****.org
To: ks4dakasv@****

Kayama, vadu.
I am sorry for a late reply.
Your halebard is behind the curtain on the left-hand side of the white chest.
I have heard about Amyi from una-Varae.
Wish you a safe flight.

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Bowing is a part of Girar tradition there's nothing humiliating or kinky about it.
That's totally fine for Llava, as he's naturally quiet, pietic and polite young man.
Ke's a mocking bird and a clown, so I suspect him comically sticking his ass up into the air and making a monkey face so only Llava could see.
There's a chance, though, that he is not aping in front of Llava too much.
Not to hurt his feelings. It's always been love, you see.
(Nevertheless, it's pretty hard to hurt Llava's feelings at all ;)
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Given name: Llava Hyffes
Nickname: thousand names, the Monk, Silent One
Hair: Black, curly, short or pony-tailed
Eyes: brown
Age: 20-28
Height: 165
Body: stout, fit, muscular
Personality: loner, quiet, humble, obedient, hard-headed, stubborn,
Yah Abilities: storage room, call of girars, scream
Yah Colours: white, black, green
Danger: high
Spouses: Haromin Viroka
Children: none
Fears: failure
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He was on his way back to the town he had left ages ago. The lockdown on Golleg's island gave him enough time to think and decide, so now he knew exactly what to do.
He, Llava Hyffes of the Thousand Names, was going to gain the City of the Wells, and turn it solely into the Daenair land.
None shall be here, but us.

Sad and lost, Llava was walking on the abandoned streets, looking at the now dead places where his life had began. 
This is what can happen to the city that had lost its soul. The people left, and thus had gone the spirit, the life.
There weren't a single living being around. 
Over three hundred years had swept through the squares and shafts, the once beloved city lied there dead, gloomily staring at him with the empty black holes of its windows.
-This is the place to be at, - he thought, - this is where we settle. The dog will finally catch its tail, the circle will be complete, the girars will end up where they started.
Llava stood in a narrow street that lead to the ruins of what once was a small library, Gresig's home and tea house, where he met those people who hadn't had a shadow of a thought about what their fate would bring and who shared their lives with him.
-Here is where we all return.- he said aloud, closing his eyes and rising his arms to gather the light of his Yah and transform it into matter, creating an entrance into the Passage, which is going to remain open till due time.
He entered the Passage and looked around, seeking for a sign, a signal that would lead him to the one who could pierce the time, as he had a plan in mind and there was only one to help him make it real.

The midday sun was streaming through the tree leaves, beaming right into her eyes. As her mother once taught her, she half closed her eyelids so the rays and the shadows danced, mixed and shimmered, getting her dizzy and dragging her mind into a awaken dream.
Mother, do not let me find you, she begged in her trance, do not let me see where you are. 
The shadows were shaking wildly, twisting and twinkling, as they grew thicker and took a shape of a face...the face she knew well and begged her soul to forget.
She closed her eyes tightly to stop the vision and kept very still, for a moment she thought it was gone, yet there he was, right before her he stood, as real as her own skin, the man she fell for when she was a little dreamful overexcited girl, the same man whose feet she once was warming up with her little hands and her breath near the fire at the backyard of her father's house.
-You came to surrender, didn't you, U-Hyffes? - she said, knittig her brow.-You must know that we are chasing the girars around the worlds, have you lost your mind?
Llava never said a word, instead waiting fot her to get up and greet him.
-Ah, perhaps, you are expecting me to drop my knees and roll in the dust, like my stupid mother would do for you?
-You speak like her, Romi. 
The woman shrudded as he had called her by a pet name, then waved her long dark hair back and stood up in front of him.
-It can be the last word for you to say. Though, I may give you a chance to flee. Catch you later, I am not in the mood to deal with you now. Use you as a bait...why shouldn't I? 
You were a bait once, weren't you? The Six had their most shameful moments there, and they suffered for your sake, Binni.
How long did it take you to find me, by the way?
It must have been years, right?
-Your help is needed, Ritsoni*.
-That's why you dare to bring up my title? - she said, twisting her mouth sideways in a sarcastic smile, but underneath her voice whispered in his head: "Please, he will kill you, he is insane, go, alai, do not let Morrowo get you!"
Llava didn't move a muscle and kept staring into her face.
"-Follow me." - he whispered back and stepped aside, showing her the trembling matter of his Dolaea"r, and she did.
Haromin got through the veil separating them from the Passage, and there he stood, in an appearance she had never seen before: clad in a golden and magenta robe, with the mask of Silence on his face and the Copper Sphere in his right hand, half hidden within wide sleeves. 
This was not the lost man who came out of imprisonment without an aim on his way or a thought on his mind, she was seeing an enigmatic and majestic creature of no age or gender, the Silent Daenair, ancient and incredible.
-There is a power in you that is incomprehencible for me. - he said in his quiet, enchanting voice, - the power of going through time. There are things to change, and I beg you for assisstance. Please, don't reject me.
He bowed to her and folded his fingers in the Obligation Gesture.
Haromin narrowed her eyes.
-Why couldn't you ask my father? Wait...what had happened?
Llava hesitated, then sighed in despair.
-I have lost trace of Aensatsu. He disappear from any of the worlds that are known to me. Neither can I find the Daenair ladies. 
-What are you saying? - whispered Haromin, - You mean, everyone's gone?
-Yes. And they are not within the passage or anywhere I could reach. I know that Keranomu has been in Haelegaes and ruled it, and then one day he left and disappeared as well. Golleg, if you wonder about her role in this, is oblivious. She said she could not hear or see her sister anymore, and I must say, it could not be more amusing to see that lady so frustrated.
Yet, Haromin didn't smile.
-Llava, I am the leader of the hunters who destroy the girars families. I am the traitor and criminal. Why don't you confront me?

-I know what and why are you doing. I am not the one to judge you. Haromin, you must...
-Llava, he did it! - suddenly screamed the woman, - Sumanin, the gran-ar, the Passage Guardian! he was catching my mother and the ladies in the passage after they died, and then killing them! they are dead, dead forever. 
Haromin yelled and fell on the ground, crying and hiding her face in her hands. 
-I read his memories, he kept killing them over and over, until they never came back to the passage.
They are all dead... 
-If that's what you've seen, it explains their absence. Though, I believe, none of them had lost existance.
-He was bragging that he knew how to destroy farva! Morrowo...he is damned insane cadavre!
Llava took off his mask, and she saw his eyes again. He seemed calm and impartial, but his eyes now had a new look. 
He raised the woman to let her see that, and she did, and she felt it; her heart ached and she was ashamed for everything she had done, regrets, she had plenty. 
-We are together now, - he said to her, - I won't leave you, and we will seek for our family to let them see each other once again.

*Ritsoni - "the one that can pierce the time"( ri =time; tsoruga= pierce, penetrate; "ni= ani, postfix meaning "able, the one who can")
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Fire Water Air

The three parts to start the process.
The Man, the Driven one.
The Woman, the catalyst.
And the third one, the Child, the addressee.

The Driven one is the past, he is knowledge, wisdom and light-starter, the Creator.

All the present is in the Woman. She is the waters of existence, containing everything necessary for the Creation. Water accepts, forgives and purifies; it creates motion wherever everything seems stagnated, it grants a chance for changing and opens hearts for love and care. 

The Wind is Future, it's the messenger who brings the words of truth.
He and the Woman create Chaos and Destruction, while the alliance of Fire and Water gives birth to ten thousand things.

это было игрой Гресига. 
Он готовил Запредельного, на роль которого с самого начала определил Забйха. Все остальные были лишь идеально подобранными второстепенными персонажами, помогающими разыграть партию.
В первую очередь, Бйро Гресиг взрастил катализатор для души Запредельного - Маниив Вироку, любовь к которой оказаласoь сильнее даже самого желания жизни, любовь, давшая ему преодолеть себя самого и постичь невообразимое и невозможное.
Для "воспитания" к ним приставлены четверо daenair, задающие направления роста. 

No one could guess what did Gresig really had in mind: Viroka and her daughter Haromin, Hyffes and Maniiv-Mena, as well as Golleg Mazran used to draw everyone's attention and distract from noticing that the real centre of the story is humble and pietic craftsman.
But then there was something that disturbed Gresig's smooth - during their trials, tests and meditations, seeking for the essence and the anatomy of human beings, Llava and Maniiv discovered certain important substance; Gresig tried to open the up to find that only them two understood its true nature, calling it "water", but remained silent even toward him.

She wouldn't withold the secret, but try to help her beloved on their path, obviously. So, any obstacle that couldstand between them two had to go, th

Gresig's wish had come true: Hjotennir crossed the boundaries of his own self and left tactible and comprehensible worlds. However, did he leave forever?
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Days and nights seemed no different to me as I have been praying to Him, crushing and erasing my ego, the more, the stronger was the pain of disappointment. The despair haunted me, whispering in my back that I have lost it all, I shall never see my beloved one and shall never reach the heights he did.
Where should I lead my mind? I recalled a talk with my dearest  Llava-vadu that we had back to the Cold City; sitting there on the dirty stairs between two floors he told me:
"-They do not know how much it costs to be a selfles smiler. Selfless, you see? I must give up my earthly misled Yah to open the gate for my perfect, divine self, Farva."
And then it happened, it occured to me that the reason why my poor vadu had been suffering failure, was that he had got it all wrong.
Destroying, denying, supressing his soul, he gained bitterness and disillusion, but never he had peace in his mind. My brother, you shared your kindness and you cared about me when I woud have never believed anyone could remember me. Let me tell you now : tortures can leave no wisdom in your mind, nor can they bring you to light.
No man can bear the pain we feel. But you must answer youself and be utterly honest: is getting rid of this pain what you desire? Or you cherish your suffering, making it last? 
My most beloved brother, the way to be out of aching is to open your heart to it. Embrace the pain and let it in, let yourself sink in it, like a stone drowns in the sea, let it turn you into a waste desert, burnt and empty, dying for a drop of rain; it will make you scream and tear your hair, but you must swallow it all, and let it become you.
Once your soul is nothing but pain and you are empty like a clay jug, there's the time to fill it.
But how, you may ask me. Where the fluid of life would emerge from to heal you?
Think of what keeps us alive. Us, the six, what could keep bringing us together, through ages and worlds?  desire? love? revenge? 
It is up to you to find the source of your revivals inside your farva. 
  Now, do not ask me, just see what I saw, feel what I felt to understand what is that we need, what Ensa must have understood before: your Farva is you, there is no need to eliminate your memories or imprison yourself and isolate from the world to rech it, all you need is to accept all about what you are, face your farva, this is the Judgement Hour for you, what's the point in hiding?
Hide where? From what or whom?
How are you going to hide if the world around you is you and only you?
How can I hide when everything is me? The body that hides and the stone it hides behind is me, the eye of heaven watching the hiding body and the stone is me, and the road, the cities, the fire, the wheels rolling on the dust, those who are free and the miserable ones, the five beloved, my friends, all those who are dead and alive, my illusions, my memories, is all me. And yet, nothing is me, as becoming everything deprived me of myself, I am...and I do not exist.
I see you, my love, your heart is my heart, you are everywhere I go, wherever I turn my head, you are inside me and I am in you, we had never parted, didn't you notice?
And I stood in the middle of nowhere and in the centre of the universe, laughing my head off and turning around in the whirl of joy, like children do, with arms wide open and hands raised to the sun, the world spinning around me like a carousel. 
No thoughts, no death, no aim, I was dancing and all my lives and the worlds I'd ever gone through, were running through my heart, and As I saw everyone who ever came onto my way, the heart filled with pain and compassion, to all I'd been, and the tears were running down my face as the prayer was born inside my soul:

mercy to all existing
forgiveness to all who repent
grace to all who is in the dark...

I was on my knees with my fingers knotted in a sign of devotion, the light overwhelming my head and chest, breaking through my boundaries, transforming into the words I was whispering.

...let anyone who seeks find the path
let those who are lost see the eternal light.

And as I said the last few words, the world around me trembled and shook with the sound of another song, the prayer that gave me back my life.

the eternal fire, create me every day, 
rise me and grant me will,
and joy of life
And peace to my mind
Do not forsake me...

Then, there came the voice, the one I would never mistake, saying it along with me:

... and
into the pure flame return me.

I knew I wasn't dreaming.
He stood in front of me, alive and immortal, unbelievably real, as if I had never had lost him.
Our eyes met, and then... I became myself again, I realised what am I.
strike, hit
sharp beams flashing through my mind
shivers down the spine and heavy stone inside my chest
my heart felt like a drum being smashed by unstoppable hands of a mad drummer
then I couldn't help myself but fell in front of him on the ground and hugged his legs, crying, smiling, kissing his hands and feet, as the world stopped existing again.


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