Chapter Two
Me
Winter, that's my new name. My true name. Well, until I can find another that my mother finds worthy.
She's crazy, my mother is. She believe that when we first meet Claidi, which she hints is soon, we are kind and are easy on her when we tell her the truth.
She has ruined my life!
I wonder how many times I will have to write or say that until she understands.
Hrald, Yazkool, and Claidi have been traveling for the past week. I wonder when I will receive word from them. All I have gotten so far, is a very brief letter from Hrald stating: We have her.
I sent the letter to Venarion today, but I had trouble figuring out what to sign. So I decided to sign it We. Maybe she will think it was they're doing. Maybe Claidi will think they were the ones who took her away from her "love". Perhaps Wolf Tower deserves it. Of course they do.
I guess I should probably explain the tension between Wolf Tower and Raven Tower. I don't know much about it, but what I can tell you is that all the towers ( Wolf, Raven, Tiger, and Boar) had this war. Wolf Tower came on top as the powerhouse. Everyone was suffering major damaged, but none were as severe as Raven Tower. It was destroyed, and ever since the people of Raven tower have always resented the Wolf Tower. Somehow in the end we moved up north and rebuilt our beloved tower, and that is where we are today.
Yes. I was clever to write We.
Yesterday Mummy called me Claidissa, my pet name, that is if my name was still Claidis. It's not. My name is Winter Raven. Anyway, when she called me that a shiver ran up my spine and affected my brain for the rest of the day. I started to speak in a different language that I didn't even know I could speak. Probably a language from my tower. It sounded a little like a raven. Maybe it was just my imagination. Yes, it probably never happened.
I've been starting to get these strange shocks, different and unusual things that have been happening to me. Last night I had a dream, but it wasn't. People say dreams feel real, but never are. This dream felt more than real. I was in a large room, but it was in the sky. I was wearing all white, a large white gown. A handsome man, nineteen maybe, starts whispering to me. He said a lot of things, but it looked as though he was just mouthing the words. Only one word came out of his beautiful lips, Jump.
Then, I woke up.
A strange dream, really.
Today is the second week mark of Yaz, Hrald, and Claidi's traveling. Yaz and Hrald sent me another brief letter that stated: One more week. He sent it with that raven that I have been using to send letters with recently. The same one that I found by the pool. He is utterly beautiful, not like any other raven I have ever seen. He may not even be all raven, but I know he has some raven in him. He has pale blue eyes that remind me of a spring. A forest spring with trees and rocks and little forest creatures sipping it's sweet nectar. He black, naturally, but not all black. He has these beautiful white and gray speckles all over his body, like paint being flicked off of a brush, and the tips of each of his feathers are blue. Just the tips, and it's not just blue. It reminds me of his eyes. Pale, and beautiful. His skin is the same color only slightly grayer. Out of all of these things that make him remarkable he also has something that no raven has. A black beak with white, gray, and pale pale blue specks. He's so beautiful. I have decided to keep him, not like I have much of a choice. He continues to follow me around. I have named him Yurgi.
Yurgi also gets alone with my other pet. My panther. He's not really a panther, though. He's a clockwork doll. He is truly remarkable as well. He talks in every language, and is like having a large number of wise men with you at all times. He knows everything. His name is Toma.
I was right.
I asked Toma, and he says that the language I was speaking was a language of the Raven Tower. He also said that I may be the only one left who knows this language.
I was speaking a dead language.
How would I know it?
Me
Winter, that's my new name. My true name. Well, until I can find another that my mother finds worthy.
She's crazy, my mother is. She believe that when we first meet Claidi, which she hints is soon, we are kind and are easy on her when we tell her the truth.
She has ruined my life!
I wonder how many times I will have to write or say that until she understands.
Hrald, Yazkool, and Claidi have been traveling for the past week. I wonder when I will receive word from them. All I have gotten so far, is a very brief letter from Hrald stating: We have her.
I sent the letter to Venarion today, but I had trouble figuring out what to sign. So I decided to sign it We. Maybe she will think it was they're doing. Maybe Claidi will think they were the ones who took her away from her "love". Perhaps Wolf Tower deserves it. Of course they do.
I guess I should probably explain the tension between Wolf Tower and Raven Tower. I don't know much about it, but what I can tell you is that all the towers ( Wolf, Raven, Tiger, and Boar) had this war. Wolf Tower came on top as the powerhouse. Everyone was suffering major damaged, but none were as severe as Raven Tower. It was destroyed, and ever since the people of Raven tower have always resented the Wolf Tower. Somehow in the end we moved up north and rebuilt our beloved tower, and that is where we are today.
Yes. I was clever to write We.
Yesterday Mummy called me Claidissa, my pet name, that is if my name was still Claidis. It's not. My name is Winter Raven. Anyway, when she called me that a shiver ran up my spine and affected my brain for the rest of the day. I started to speak in a different language that I didn't even know I could speak. Probably a language from my tower. It sounded a little like a raven. Maybe it was just my imagination. Yes, it probably never happened.
I've been starting to get these strange shocks, different and unusual things that have been happening to me. Last night I had a dream, but it wasn't. People say dreams feel real, but never are. This dream felt more than real. I was in a large room, but it was in the sky. I was wearing all white, a large white gown. A handsome man, nineteen maybe, starts whispering to me. He said a lot of things, but it looked as though he was just mouthing the words. Only one word came out of his beautiful lips, Jump.
Then, I woke up.
A strange dream, really.
Today is the second week mark of Yaz, Hrald, and Claidi's traveling. Yaz and Hrald sent me another brief letter that stated: One more week. He sent it with that raven that I have been using to send letters with recently. The same one that I found by the pool. He is utterly beautiful, not like any other raven I have ever seen. He may not even be all raven, but I know he has some raven in him. He has pale blue eyes that remind me of a spring. A forest spring with trees and rocks and little forest creatures sipping it's sweet nectar. He black, naturally, but not all black. He has these beautiful white and gray speckles all over his body, like paint being flicked off of a brush, and the tips of each of his feathers are blue. Just the tips, and it's not just blue. It reminds me of his eyes. Pale, and beautiful. His skin is the same color only slightly grayer. Out of all of these things that make him remarkable he also has something that no raven has. A black beak with white, gray, and pale pale blue specks. He's so beautiful. I have decided to keep him, not like I have much of a choice. He continues to follow me around. I have named him Yurgi.
Yurgi also gets alone with my other pet. My panther. He's not really a panther, though. He's a clockwork doll. He is truly remarkable as well. He talks in every language, and is like having a large number of wise men with you at all times. He knows everything. His name is Toma.
I was right.
I asked Toma, and he says that the language I was speaking was a language of the Raven Tower. He also said that I may be the only one left who knows this language.
I was speaking a dead language.
How would I know it?