There was once a worker whose name was Gansoo. He fell in love with a sorcerer's daughter, who liked to sue. He visited her everyday, walked for miles on his shoes, walked over the mountains just to see her.
Despite it all, there was a war. The worker fell, was shot, and never breathed again. She cried, wondering why he never visited her again, thinking he had gone on to another trend.
"A lover?" she though. She cried and soaked the floors with her tears. It was tragic that she was isolated from the incident. Her father, the sorcerer, saw. He wouldn't have it.
The sorcerer, seeing his daughter in tears, cast a spell on the worker's adopted son, near the village where the worker came from. If he would not have the perpetrator, he would have the next best thing. There was work to be done.
He sneered to himself, cursing under his breath, "If only you hadn't ever been associated with that wretch."
And so that brings us up to today, with our current Li Xiao. He lost his voice, never before had he so, and had no noticeable way of possessing it again. He put on quite a show, dropping the wood in his hands and placing both hands around his neck, not knowing what to do. He lost his voice, but not his senses of taste, smell, sight, or hearing.
He tried to force out a sound, but couldn't utter a word, the opposite of endearing. Why would this happen to him, Li Xiao, son of Gansoo? He kicked the floor and hurt his foot, yet he still wondered why, why would this happen to him, a tailor that fixes shoes?
There was a cloud of smoke, appearing no slower than a frog's croak. The man stood there, not a flibbertigibbet at all, simply wishing to plot a fall.
Li looked up, noticing the shadow looming over him, and met the sorcerer eye to eye.
"Son of Gansoo, your voice is in this bottle," he said as he revealed the container in his hands. Glassy purple, it was, as the eye can see. "It's indestructible, made of the world's finest material. It will break, rupture into pieces, when you comply with a single condition. Find someone with eyes deeper in color than this bottle. Make them love you, confess to you, Li Xiao, that it is all true. The second you do, the voice that you lost with come back without a trace of having been missing."
The daughter had fought for a change, but could only bring about a devious compromise. She didn't want anyone to suffer, but her father was too stubborn. The compromise was made, a simple pact. Let it take the course of a love act.
At that, the sorcerer summoned a cloud of smoke and left the bottle to roll on the moist floor. He disappeared, never to be seen again, and left Li shocked.
##
He was home now, staring at the rain. Li looked out the window and sighed. It was one of the few noises he could make. That was it. It was just a simple exhale. The bottle was now in his hands. It was sealed off, with no entrance, no cork at all, just glass. He looked at it once more, and held it over a little bon fire he had started right under his chimney. What ever was inside, perhaps his voice, started to sparkle, glowing as it gained heat, give off a white sparkle, clear as day, but it became too hot to touch. Li quickly started throwing it back and forth between his hands and crouched over so he could place it on the floor.
He calmed down, flailing his arms to cool down, and looked at the bottle again. It slowly lost the shimmer inside and returned to a regular glass bottle, appearing empty.
"Purple?" he thought to himself. Thunder started kicking in, illuminating the skies with bright whites, far beyond his window.
Who would have a set of purple eyes? How would he communicate with other people? How would he manage himself? Li sneezed onto his forearm. It was too cold for this.
The weather was changing. The temperature had been slowly dropping down the last few weeks as a preparation for winter. There were no more birds, all had migrated. It would be time to plant winter crops again. Li dropped the issue, deciding to go to sleep, and headed over to his bed. He gave one last yawn before he tugged up the covers, and sneaked under them just in time. Finally, resting his head on his makeshift pillow, Li rested for the following day.
##
"Li, open up, it's Mei!" A girl in a pink coat was knocking at the door. "Li! Come quick there's a stranger that's arrived!"
He stretched out his arms, hitting the headboard because he had gone too fast, and sat up. Li opened his mouth, wanting to yell a response, but couldn't. Instead, he jumped into a pair of pants and rushed downstairs to meet his cousin.
"Li, Li, there's this foreigner!" Mei grabbed Li by the shoulder and started running with him through the crowds of people. "Hurry up, we have to help!" Pushing and shoving, they made it to the very front, where the stranger had arrived.
It was wet, dreary all around from yesterday's rain. The stones that were cemented together, forming a road, provided a sleek surface to walk on. Their sandals clunked along at a fast pace, splashing the remaining water up to hip heights.
Practically all the village was there, standing around and whispering to each other, making quiet comments and remarks. No one had seen such a person with such light hair, not even the merchants that regularly came and went. It was a mystery. Why would anyone collapse there? Was he dead?
He had a beaten shirt on, fleece pants, and was wearing a hat made out of straw. The man was lying on the floor, stomach down, head to the side. His skin was pale, almost translucent. Since when had he been there?
The stranger showed no signs of getting up. Flat, dead-like, he laid there.
The entire village was there, crowded around the body, forming a half circle.
Mei walked forward with Li, still clutching onto him by his shoulder, and stopped right in front of the body. She knelt down and placed her small fingers right where his neck and head were joined. There was a small pulse. Looking up at Li, she finally decided to speak up.
"What are you waiting for Li? Help me carry him to the inn! He's obviously still alive."
Li nodded back and knelt down to pick him up almost instantly. He slid his hands under the man to flip him over and lifted the body up, one hand on under his thighs, another clutching his back. Li stepped up, surprised at how light the man was, and nodded at Mei for her to start walking. Turning around to face the other direction, they started to step forward. The villagers started to part into two groups, one on the far right, one on the left, as Mei continued on. Silently, one after one, they started turning their heads, averting their attention from the collapsed foreigner to Li.
The mumbling stopped. Only the sound of two pairs of sandals could be heard skimming along the ground.
##
"Hey, Li, how come you've been so quiet this morning?" Mei sat back up in her chair.
Looking clueless as to how to form an answer, Li bobbed his head in search of paper. He took one, the stranded thing, and scribbled something on it.
I lost my voice. I think it was the sorcerer that's rumored to live in the mountains.
Mei looked up, confused.
"Are you serious? How are you going to do that, then? Isn't that guy the almighty sorcerer the village warned your dad about? Are there even people that have purple eyes?"
Li pouted a bit. It most likely was. His father had been killed during the last war. It was pathetic. He was the only loss. There had been no other casualties.
He said I needed to get someone with purple eyes to fall in love with me or something. Who exactly is this benefiting, anyway? Who thought of this?
Mei laughed to herself.
"Be grateful you have a way out, then!"
The village's doctor came in, instruments in hand. His sleek hair was tied into a pony tail over his left shoulder. His eyes were golden, peaking through the narrow space his eye lids provided.
"Yao! I mean, Doctor Yao, Doctor Wang, we found this guy collapsed!"
The professional appeared irritated.
"Quit yelling already. Eh? Eh."
He nodded as he pulled up a chair. Yao examined the body, checking for a pulse, trying to figure out what had happened.
Quite after a good couple of minutes, he sighed.
"He just needs a bed, aru. One of you, change his cloths and then give him a place to stay."
Li and Mei nodded simultaneously as Yao walked away to attend some other important business.
"You take care of him then, Li! Have fun!"
She walked off, completely satisfied, deciding to let events roll themselves out.
It was going to be a long day.
a/n:
oh man, let me tell you now, I was just typing off because I wanted to make a rhyme-y whime-y poem things but then it hit me
why not add a story oh wait why not hongice why not hongice story
so here it is! I'm seriously cry like this took a week to do because I was so occupied with other things, so if you want, if you have the time, click that review button and leave me a message! (Whether I messed something up or if you want to tell me I should continue) I might continue I mean, I probably will because this is just so fun
I look it over now and wonder what I was doing- pf, a sorcerer- I can't even lol oh and I didn't stick gansoo in there because the name sounded remotely asian I stuck it in there because I felt like it would be really easy to rhyme haha well ok, cya then!
YOU KNOW WHAT I READ THIS OVER AGAIN AND FOUND IT'S LIKE THE MITTLE LERMAID I MEAN LITTLE MERMAID BUT BUT ok... ok. that was also unintentional yeehaw