The chronicles of Laira (4ο μέρος)

[Sonya]

Όνομα Συγγραφέα: Sonya

Είδος: φαντασία

Βία; περίπου

Σεξ; όχι ακόμα

Αριθμός Λέξεων: 2.357

Αυτοτελής; Όχι, 4ο μέρος

 

Trapisa, the 1^st of Prestilo, 534^th year of the reign of Emperor Lathaniel.

 

 

I cannot believe that this is happening to me. I cannot make him out at all! Great gods, help me! Why, why is he treating me like this, what have I ever done to deserve such behaviour? His attitude, his change of moods, I could not even conceive that there could be so many sides in one single individual. I feel like screaming out in despair! Must I must calm myself, for I may no have much time, before he comes to me again and I must be prepared. I have a lot to record, many thoughts to share with my own better judgment, before I come to any conclusions possible.

 

When I awoke, the day that Prestilo, the purple moon was about to rise (oh dear, I cannot even believe that it was only yester-day), I found a brand new outfit that my master had ordered for me. This time it was a magenta dress, accompanied –thank Tempus- by underwear, a pair of gloves, a fine cloak, a beautiful pair of shoes, a hat and a note, to be ready at the last light of the sun, signed by Gilthanas. Any attempt to find him that day proved fruitless, but, instead, I found out that there was a waiting lady in my room, hired to prepare me. That was a shock indeed, since never in my life had I been waited upon, or thought that someday I would be. Nevertheless, the woman was very gentle and discrete, even though she did not hide her too obvious thoughts about the nature of my relationship with Gilthanas. I thought that it would vex me, but I was rather amused and could hardly keep my countenance at her reaction when I called him “my master”. Finally, she had finished with my dress (I think I prefer being naked than in a corset) and my hair (again, I think I prefer a ponytail to these exhausting hours) and I was ready. When I looked myself in the mirror, I could hardly recognize what I saw as Bramilen. No, that was Laira; that was the new me, that was what Gilthanas wanted me to be.

 

Gilthanas was waiting for me, outside my room. It seemed that he was still very much like he was the day before, with gentlemanly behavior and very becoming in his black outfit and purple cloak. He offered me his arm and led me to a majestic carriage, silent to all my questions about the reason for this or our destination. It did not take me long to find out that we were going to the city and it took me a great effort to conceal my enthusiasm and pride, as the carriage stopped and we were at the doorstep of the most elegant restaurant of the city. My master offered scornful looks to the maitre of the restaurant (which produced a blush on his cheeks), but held all his attention and gentlemanlike manners for me and me alone. We were led to the finest table and we were provided with the best eating.

 

Now, if I had thought that this would be a very normal day, I was gravely mistaken, since, when the food and wine had been consumed, Gilthanas kindly informed me that he had not brought even a copper coin with him. I blushed to my very heart at the embarrassment of this, but my master only grinned. He said that I should very much learn to earn my dinner, informed me that I had to make 30 gold pieces in order to depart from the restaurant with dignity and asked me how I intended to do that. Trying to remain calm, I asked him if he had any suggestions and soon regretted having asked in the first place. He said that I could offer my virgin body to the owner of the restaurant or to anyone willing to give me 30 gold pieces for it. “Or”, he said, still grinning, “you could take your lyre and amaze everyone in the room, if you can”. It is useless to say that I picked the second alternative…

 

Gilthanas stood up immediately and attracted everybody’s attention by climbing on the table and announcing that he was presenting the brightest ornament of his guild. He took my hand, pulled me on the table with him, kissed my trembling fingers, gave me my lyre and descended. I tried to remain calm and, as Lebelin had taught me years ago, I bowed to the unexpected audience. I don’t know that happened inside me then, but I found a new piece of my personality that was not there a moment ago, a tranquility and rather humorous attitude. I announced that my name was Laira and that Gilthanas was not a gentleman at all, since he was making me pay the bill on our first date. I asked from my audience to help me give him a good lesson and declared that I would never date him again, or reward him later for the lovely dinner. It was a good beginning. My audience laughed aloud and applauded. With the corner of my eye, I took pride in the fact that my master’s eyes shone in pure joy. I then tested the sound of my lyre and started to sing. As it always happens, I lost myself in the music and, therefore, did not at all notice the reaction of my audience. But I take praise in the fact that, as soon as the singing was over, they all applauded enthusiastically and the maitre informed me that the bill was settled. I bowed to them again, thanked them for their kind contribution and loudly ordered for the carriage.

 

For some mysterious reason, my master’s mood was rapidly altered, during our journey home, to a very melancholic one. He could hardly put two words together and neither my jokes nor my teasing produced any improvement. I knew not how to react and so spent most of the time in silence. Yet I was absolutely certain that I had nothing to do with this alteration, since I had behaved in a manner he definitely approved, so I figured it must have been something personal, in which I did not wish to interfere.

 

And there I was, afterwards, all alone in my room in the night, still wearing this amazing dress and not wishing at all to sleep, hoping, against all expectation, that he would come out of somewhere and start to tease me, as usual. Alas, this did not come to pass and, after a half hour, which I had spent by the window watching the moon, I carefully removed the dress and put on my ordinary clothes. Certain that there was no sleep for me that night, I decided to take a turn about the guild, my home. I managed to find a way to the rooftop and, just as I was about to climb the last steps, a sound held me. I froze, recognizing my master’s voice. It seemed to me that he was singing and his voice pierced my very soul like a hook and pulled me to him. Trying to be as silent as I could, I approached slowly and I saw him, sitting down, singing to the moon in the ancient tongue of our race. Good Tempus, he must be really old indeed! I could hardly understand even a few words and I can recall none. But these are thoughts that occurred to me later. At that moment, I could think nothing, but to hide somewhere where he would not notice my presence and listen to his song and so I did. I hid behind a wall, but a few feet distance from him, yet he did not seem to take any notice of me.

 

His voice… What madness took me there? Good Tempus, am I so willing to tear my heart apart with my own hands? I could feel his voice like a sting inside my body, inside my soul, filling me with this most painful poison, numbing every reaction and yet making me keenly feel the slightest touch of the breeze on my skin, like the hand of a lover. His voice touched me, kissed me, I felt it on every inch of my body, I felt it in my blood, good gods, I ached so much that I wanted to scream!

 

I must have passed out, for I can recall nothing after that and the following morning found me in my bed, with a Blader tapping my shoulder and ordering me to go down to Gilthanas for breakfast. My shock was great indeed, for I was wearing nothing at all! Most weird of all, my ordinary outfit was in the closet, as if I had never put it on the previous night. This must have been my master’s doing, yet I dared not ask him, since I had so boldly intruded upon his privacy!

 

Wishing to please him, I decided to put on the lovely dress that he had given me, even though I could not possibly manage to do my hair again! I left it as it was, hoping that it did not look very unbecoming, eager to see him as nice as he was the day (the night) before. Grave mistake! Gilthanas was seated, as always, at the head of the table, with various bladers here and there, but the seat next to him had belonged to me since my arrival at the guild. I seated myself, not daring lift my eyes to meet his, fearing that my actions the previous night would show plainly on my face. He smiled and teased me about my outfit and I declared that my wish saw only to please him, by wearing his beautiful gift. Oh, how I wanted to kill him for his reaction!

 

He grinned and proclaimed that I must be a simpleton not able to separate the circumstances that demanded such an outfit from my every day clothes. Before I had the time to react to this insult, a new, greater one was added. He put an olive in his spoon and, exclaiming that my dress offered him a good target practice, used the spoon as a catapult and threw the olive between my breasts! That was enough. I stood up immediately and said that I would go and change my clothes at once. No time for that, though. He pulled me by the hair and brought me ear to his mouth, whispering that tonight he would kill again, a gang of rapists and he would bring me with him to watch, since such had been my desire. He said that they could have raped my mother, or my friends, or anyone, describing with disgusting details how that would take place.

 

As soon as he let go of my hair, I stepped back violently and screamed that he was insane and if he wanted to kill, it was fine by me, but I would wish him kind enough to spare me the details. Foolish me. He laughed, in a menacing way, called me stupid and ordered me to my room, where he would find me in a few minutes.

 

He took his time and I changed clothes as fast as I could. When he entered, he was still smiling a frozen smile. Before saying anything more than “my dear Laira” he slapped my cheek so hard that the inside of my mouth bled violently. He… kindly… advised me never to say anything of that kind in front of his bladers again, since they were completely ignorant about all this. It was my turn to grow extremely angry and point out to him that my behaviour would have been much different, had he not treated me like this. Finding a refuge in irony, I thanked him for his gentlemanly behaviour and asked him if he desired anything else.

 

I know not what happened then. He started looking around the room, whispering that the boogey man would come, that he was the boogey man, laughing. With every whisper he approached me and when he was but a breath away from me, I pushed him back. I will never forgive myself for the words I uttered then. But I will record them, one by one, so that they will remind me how stupid, incurably stupid I must be. I will write them down and swear to all the gods that he will never hear such words from my lips again.

 

I said: “What have I ever done to you to treat me like this? What do you think I am? One of those girls and boys that leave their hearts on your doorstep and their bodies on your bed? A whore? Go and kill whoever you like. I envy your enemies, for I cannot hate you as they do.”

 

I recollected myself before he had the time to reply. And, although I wished to tear my tongue with my own teeth, I managed to ask him to leave, saying that this conversation did credit to neither of us. Too late. He approached me and stood right behind me, breathing on my neck, whispering with a soft voice that he would go if I wished him to, asking if I did wish him to. Gathering all the strength I could manage, ignoring the screams of my hands to touch him and every inch of my body to be touched by him, I repeated that he should leave me this very moment. He did, but not before stating as a fact that yes, he thought I was one of those who melted under his gaze and that yes, I would willingly give myself to him. NEVER! I will die before I do so! Now I am waiting for the night. He will come to me. He will take me with him and make me watch how he kills.

 

I want to hate you, Gilthanas. And, by the gods, I will see to it that I do!

[DinMacXanthi]

Laira's back!

 

και με ένα ζουμερό 2500αρι όχι δικαιολογίες τύπου 649 λέξεις και ξέρω γω. Αυτά είναι!

 

Λοιπον, νομίζω πως όταν θα το βλέπουμε αργότερα ως ολοκληρωμένο κείμενο, θα λέμε ότι στο part4 ήταν που απογειώθηκε η ιστορία. Οι ήρωες παραμένουν πιστοί στα χαρακτηριστικά τους (Η Λάιρα ακόμη ψάχνεται, ο Γκιλθάνας είναι ακόμη more cuckoo than a clocksmith's workshop at Christmas) ΟΜΩΣ εξελίσονται με βάση αυτα τα χαρακτηριστικά. Και φυσικά η dungeon mistress εδώ μας γαργαλάει με τις υπόνοιες (ποιες υπόνοιες δηλαδή, οι φερομόνες στον αέρα τραβάνε σκυλιά μέσα στο guildhouse) και μας κάνει να μείνουμε μέσα σ'αυτό το τόπικ μέχρι να βγει και το part5.

Έχοντας πει όλα αυτά, παρακαλείται η συγγραφέας να πάρει μια σφουγγαρίστρα κι ένα ξεσκονόπανο για να καθαρίσει το κείμενο από τα ελαφρά συντακτικόγραμματικόρθογραφικά του. Για άλλη μια φορά, είναι ελάχιστα, πράγμα που με κάνει να σκέφτομαι πως το είχε έτοιμο εδώ και καιρό κι απλά μας τυρρανούσε μέχρι να το ανεβάσει... Καλό πάσχα δηλαδή για το part5; Ελπίζω όχι.

[Sonya]

Μιας και το part5 έχει παιχτεί (είναι πολύ πιο επώδυνο απ' το part 4, take my word for it), δεσμεύομαι να το ανεβάσω μέσα στην επόμενη εβδομάδα. Δεν δεσμεύομαι για τα υπόλοιπα, πρέπει να πετύχω τον dm σε λάσκα δουλειά κι εγώ να έχω ρεπό για να παιχτεί και η συνέχεια.

 

Είχε γραφτεί το μισό, μέχρι και τη φάση που η Λάιρα ξυπνάει, Κώστα. Το υπόλοιπο γράφτηκε όσο έπινες τον καφέ σου και με τσίγκλαγες στο μσν. :Ρ

[Tiessa]

Ευχαριστούμε για την ενδιαφέρουσα και πιο πλούσια συνέχεια από τις προηγούμενες. Καιρός ήταν!

Και εννοείται, περιμένουμε να δούμε το πέμπτο μέρος.

Πιο επώδυνο, ε; Αναρωτιέμαι τι εννοείς, αν θα είναι πιο επώδυνο επειδή

μας έχεις προετοιμάσεις για μια νέα σκηνή αιματηρής δράσης ή αν θα αφορά τα αισθήματα της Laira. Μέχρι στιγμής και στις δυο παραμέτρους, προχωρείς εξίσου δυναμικά

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We are hooked.