Remember the world that you lost

[Freyja Maegan Guðríðr]

• Wohowhow, ce comentariu lung
  
  First of all, thank you engleza mea e uneori putin cam dubioasa, insa de data asta a iesit bine, desi spre sfarsit se facuse miezul noptii XD
  

  . Si imi place ca te-ai lipsit (acum nu stiu daca si intentionat sau mai repede din reflex) de tendintele americane. Mai pe romaneste, daca te apuci sa citesti cu voce tare, suna foarte british

  asta pentru ca citesc carti in engleza, si am ajuta sa gandesc mai mult in engleza britanica I mean, nu stiu e probabil si din reflex si din cauza antipatiei pentru americani (but that's another story)
  
  

  Modul in care s-a realizat trecerea de la lumea asta 'traditionala' la cea terifianta si extraterestra a fost lucrat cu destul de mult tact. Subtil, cumva gradat.

  Umm, nu prea am tinut cont de asta doar am scris ce mi-a venit. Gen asta
  
  But thank you again 3
  my essay for school (wrote months ago o.o)
  
  
  Me and the dragon can chase all the pain away
  
  The light was coming from the wound in his chest, where my sword was piercing his flesh. He was fainted, but he was there. I had no idea of what to do next, and I was scared to death. I knew that I had made something wrong, something very wrong, because I was not supposed to kill the dragon. No, I should have just hurt him, but never take his life. I knew that it was not dead yet, but any moment which nothing was done was passing too fast *, it could die the very next minute. I bit my lips anxiously, and I tried to make a plan. If that dragon had died in front of me, by the bezel of my sword, I would have been killed too.
  
  My mission there was to capture the creature, so that the inhabitants of Asgard could bid an oblation to their gods. I wasn’t from their tribe, so it was not my duty to do this, and even if it would have been, there are some rituals and ceremonies for this kind of thing. I raised my eyes to the sky, praying to my God to help me in this utterly situation. Altough I was the bravest warrior of my people, to do something that others don’t want you to is not something recommended when you price your life.
  
  Asgardians were not forgiving people, they were cruel, tough and villain. They didn’t stand when somebody tresspassed their property, or annoyed them in any possible way. I knew my death was closer than ever. I could even fight thousands of soldiers, I could even fight in a war, but not confront the asgardians. No, they had no mercy. Not even the gods could help me.
  
  But whenever I would raise my prayers to the gods, they would always mock at me. I saw the dragon slowly dying, dark red blood dripping from it's mouth, the light pulsating, as if his heart was made of light. I felt a strange feeling of compassion and regret for him, although it was me the one which was taking his life from his powerful body.
  
  “Take his heart, my child” I heard o voice behind me.
  
  As I turned around to see the speaker’s face, I was taken aback. The owner of the voice was the old man of the asgardians. He was devoted to the leader, he would tell him everything somebody had done wrong.I looked in horror at him, feeling how my life was leaving my body slowly. The blood was running furiously in my veins, as if it got outraged, and I knew that moment that he was the one who was going to die.
  
  “For what?To accuse me of killing him?”I asked, as I approached the dragon to take back my sword.
  
  “No, my child. I won’t appeal you of anything, because you did not do something wrong. It wasn’t you fault , you have done what you were told to do. You should trust yourself farther more”, replied him, with a strange, serene smile on his wrinkled face.
  
  “Are you joking, or something?I am tired, and this dragon is dying, the asgardians will kill me. Please don’t play with fire, I’m not in the mood” I told him, frowning. He was too strange. That situation was weird and stupid.
  
  “I am too old to make jokes, right?”
  
  He said no more, and neither did I. I knew he was cunning, and tried to fool me, and I didn’t want to let him. I priced my life more than others, because of that beautiful, young girl who fooled me with her attractive smile.
  
  “Take his heart, I said. Do it now, you don’t have any other chance.”
  
  “But why should I listen to you?” I asked, wondering about his strange behaviour.
  
  “Because I’m older, and because this would help you” replied him, rather impatient.
  
  Then, as if enchanted, I approached the creature, raking my sword in his wound, until I made a huge cut in his body. And then I saw it, like a precious jewel, red, shining, and still alive. I hesitated, but finally I touched it, feeling its soft surface, covered by thick blood. The blood of the dragon.
  
  “And now?”I asked the old man, who suddenly became my adviser.
  
  “And now, you little fool, run and leave the place. Save your life and take the heart to your woman. Elope together” he told me, with a crafty smile imbued on his lips.
  
  He was right. But should I trust him? A little, strange voice in my head agreed, but others did not. I knew I didn’t have anything else to do, so I listened to him, and, without looking back. It was, as he said, my chance.
  
  The heart of the dragon, with its fascinating blood which smooched my hands, my chest, my pockets, and all of my absconding life, have beaten for me, have been my backing for me and my wife. The blood of the dragon.
  
  
  PS: nu luati in considerare Asgard. Nu aveam idee pentru un loc, si l-am ales pe asta.
  Si scuzati prostia din capul meu, era tarziu si aveam nevoie rapida de tema
  *suna dubios, dar nu-mi vine altceva X_X
  calling the dragon 'him' means that he's a very important creature for their world.