Para Amar Un Plebeo: When a God Loves a Commenor
Round the fire, the gypsy women swayed, their bare feet moving fast and the tinkering of their anklets bouncing of the quite trees. A hunting voice sang from behind.
iubitul meumi-a lăsat să se descurce pentru mine
nu, nu, nu, nu, cum sunt eu să trăiască,
copilul meu pe spate și buzunarul meu gol
nu, nu, nu, nu, cum sunt eu să trăiesc.
atât de crud, atât de crud.
oh plânge de una singură femeie foame.
ajută-mă, iubitul meu ma lăsat să se descurce pentru sine mea.
el a mințit și a plecat.
nu, nu, nu cum am eu să trăiesc.
Blaise watched the flames dance to Anika's sinuous voice, it dropped and rose with the wind and the accompanying instruments fading into the background as her voice wrapped its self sensually around the gypsies, lulling them into a trance.
Blaise felt his body grow lax as he got up, moving with the grace and raw sexuality of a hypnotizing snake. Dancing was in his blood, his forefathers were gypsies.
The cool gold ring in his ear pressed itself against his heated skin. He could feel the magic in this forest. He clairvoyant senses picking up the beat of earth magic under his rapidly moving feet. The carnal heat of the untamed magica vibrated his soul.
Blaise lost himself to the music, his more callow, unrefined senses taking control. Around him the women danced with hypnotic grace, their colorful garb melding into the dark shadows thrown by the moonlight. Their high voice falling and rising with the rhythm of the land.
They danced the whole night, like it was the custom of the gypsies...
The morning sun threw sharp shards of light, illuminating their dusky skin. Blaise was loading is horse and she whinnied with discomfort he bent to soothe her. Blaise was the psychic of their caravan and he had been feeling uneasy all morning.
As the last of the gypsies left the paddock, Blaise went to collect his dream catcher. Maybe it would help him.
It hung from an old oak tree on the western horizon and the sun's rays illuminated the crystals that were caught between its bright woven webs. Only he knew how to read the catcher.
It was not unusual for him to stay behind for a day or two so his caravan was not too worried. He knew there was something wrong in this forest. The wild beating of his heart had told him as much.
Blaise picked up the dream catcher and watched it swirl in the wind. His breath caught, the wind patterns were telling him something… it was something serious.
Behind him he heard the soft rustling of bushes. Twisting around fast he confronted the intruder.
It was just Ivanka another one of their troupe, a mind reader.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her, his husky voice low with suspicion.
"Really now Blaise. Have you no faith in your own kind?" she asked tensely taking him in. Blaire felt his muscles tighten under his white silk shirt. His hand automatically went to the small dagger hidden well under his purple kamar bandh.
"Me and Anastasia stayed." She said, her bright green cat eyes narrowing in her brown face.
Blaise felt a sharp prick of déjà vu as Anastasia stepped out of the bushes behind him, her unnerving silver eyes making him nervous.
"I felt a bad presence in the forest." She said her whispery voice low and her hands worrying her blue head scarves. The low jingle of both the women moving closer to Blaise woke him from his musings.
"It's the palace of illusions." Anastasia said, "Blaise can you feel it."
"The palace of illusions?" Ivanka asked confused.
"The forest that is scared to all those who practice earth magic. The illusion of normalcy, that's why we can feel the magic but not see it." said Blaise wonderingly. "I think your right Ana."
"Someone is misusing the magic. That's why we feel something is wrong. Someone is destroying the forest!" Blaise said softly.
All three of the gypsies ran into the forest, their soft foot falls rousing the magic creatures from their hiding places.
The palace was crumbling around them, they wove in and out of winding path ways and as they drew closer to the center of the forest the presence of a dark entity loomed larger and larger.
The shadows grew longer and more sinister.
And just as they parted the foliage they caught sight of her.
Kura pushing Hermione into the lake.
Blaise jumped forward the gold ring in his ear winking in the glowing sunlight. He jumped forward to stop the girl from being pushed into the lake an automatic response but before he could he felt the cool tip of a blade against his back.
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REVIEWS!
I know its short, I'm sorry. Forgive me
Translations of the gypsy song.
my lover left me to fend for myself
no no no no how am i to live,
my child on my back and my pocket empty
no no no no how am i to live.
so cruel, so cruel.
oh the laments of a lone hungry women.
help me , my lover left me to fend for myself.
he lied and left.
no no no how am i to live.
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