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The Mute Night
I don't know why it happened, or why I did it, but it doesn't matter know. All that matters is that I brought this upon myself and I need to cope. I don't remember a time when I wasn't like this. I always knew HOW but no noise would come out. It wasn't difficult for me to learn jabby, but it is hard trying to get people to understand me. I couldn't get my message across soon enough. When I heard I had not always been mute I was so, well, it all started, or so my maid, cook, sole hope, says...
It was a cold, silent night in the middle of Downseve. Snow covered the ground like soft feather downy. It was on Runkday, the day of bad luck. The room was silent. Everyone was huddled around a bed in the middle of the red room. Around stood one man and three women. One was rather homely, fairly dark skin, dark hair, brown eyes, and simple brown peasant dress. Next was an elderly lady, her skin pale and wrinkled, her eyes a fading blue, her hair white. She wore a white dress. And the last woman was a lass, about 20, fairly chubby, dark hair, light skin, acne, simple blue dress that showed her weight. On the bed sat a woman, no older the 18. That was the age women were generally married and had two children already, which was the case here. This woman, Renita (renEta) da le Counteness Dubronska (polish accent twist thingy), had just finished having her third child and first girl. The woman was silent. She could talk from sun up to sun down, but something troubled her. Something troubled Renita.
All her life she would see a fortune teller once a week, and ask what the fortuneteller saw. She always would get answers like, "Your life will hold ups and downs, or when hardships come you will try to be happy". What were those! Of course, those apply to EVERYONE! But one day she got a message, right after she learned she was with child first time, the old woman said in a husky voice, "Three children you will have, one cold as the icy heart he will have, one warm as the sun, and one, your third child". The old woman coughed in her raspy voice and continued, "The third child will be lovely as the day, but the dark one, Revitkansk, will be angered by her, and the child will be as soundfull as the night she is born".
"But" started Renita in agony but the old woman continued, picking up speed.
"The child you will raze, but when you die, the one with the heart of ice will be the guardian and send your child away, but her fairy, Puska, will come with her and teacher her to live. Your daughter will go on a quest, to find a safe place from the world, but only to go into what would be thought the most dangerous for a child with voice like the day she was born. She will try and never give up, only to be found out, and, and" the old woman coughed. At this point Renita is at the end of her chair, her layers of noble dresses no longer neatly in folds.
"Everything has gone blank. I'm sorry" said the old woman. Renita broke into tears and ran out of the room.
Back in the red room the woman held her child close. She knew what was to come. The baby, still unnamed, started yelling, not a sob, but a warning, for behind the father stood a man, ax high, and ready to strike. The father, Lerkly Joneatha Dubronska, fought off the man and, with the ax meant to kill him, he killed the man.
The room filled with the smell of cinnamon, a swirl of red and brown spices, in the form of a cyclone, revealed a beautiful fairy. Her skin was white and creamy, her hair auburn that curled creating red waves. Her eyes were a green of the ocean, and her lips, a red deep red. Her ears were pointed, like an elf. Her clothing was a green dress whose sleeves draped at the bend of her elbows. Her dress created a trail about two feat long. The woman walked forward, her face fighting not to show her anger.
"Why, what a beautiful child this is" said the woman in a calm, high voice. She looked at the child's unblemished skin and beautiful eyes, although odd. One was blue, and one brown (just like my Grandmother. She passed away, and I thought this would be a good way to remember her...)
"Well, well well" said the woman, this woman was Revitkansk, or more commonly called, Meshia. "Is this the child that stopped that young man". "Well" continued Meshia, 'That man was a dear friend of mine, and if you hadn't screamed, no of this would have happened". The baby looked back and Meshia. The baby started to scream. "You" said Meshia, "When you turn five, a curse I know set onto you, you will be as mute as the night you were born". And so it started, in mid scream. Why when she turned five? Renita often wondered that, until she realized how much more painful it was for everyone, knowing she would loose her voice. To make matters worse, the baby learned to sing, and talk at an early age. This would make the child miss her voice more...
Okay, this was a REALY short chappie, but it was to see whether I should continue...