It had been a long time since I had spoken such foolish things. I was a storyteller, it was in my nature to bend truths and talk of the unbelievable. Still, I was foolish. My own stubbornness and stupidity had landed me here. I sat on the cold grey cobble stone ceil floor pondering. For one in my situation had a lot to pondered.
Why had I broken the unwritten code? Why risk it?
Still I could not turn my back on a good story. I didn't mean the tale of Lanre and Lyra, no the tale that had only just begun.
It was hard not to smile as I thought of the boy who had requested such a tall tale. One of the Edema Ruh. I was always one to pay attention to detail, so it was hard not to notice a troupe boy without his kin. The Ruh had been known for their own excellence in the arts, but this child seemed lost.
There was something about him that made me see him where no one else did. I was a storyteller, I noticed the smallest details. I noticed him.
The boy with the flaming red hair.
The street kid with a troubled past.
But above and beyond that I saw a story, one like no other.
This boy was going to change the world and I for a moment had witnessed the start of a beautiful tale.
Words were nothing without passion, nothing without a soul.
But I had found it in this child, it was locked in his eyes.
I had never seen eyes quiet like his. I smiled to myself wondering if perhaps the days of Haliax and the Chandrian were over.
Just maybe I had meet the boy who would kill an immortal man.
Haliax. The one and only.
I sat back, trapped in my ceil wondering if the boy knew, that the hero from my story Lanre had become the villain?
I wondered if the boy would find the strength to destroy a broken man?
I smiled to myself. Yes that would make one heck of a story.
AN. I was bored and this is a lot out of character but I found this and decided to post it anyway… ;)