Shower. In fact, a storm.
Gallons of dark water fell from, almost black sky, continuous constant unrecognized stream.
As if seeking to clear the appearance of something itself.
A small crowd gathered in the dense forest of the Elven tribe of Rumulu, distant from the other hut of the vorozhka. The head of the tribe, the head of protection of the sacred tree in combination, the new father, several elders, and the mother with the baby.
A bunch of wet raincoats were hung on the hooks at the entrance.
The infant lay in the cloth of the fabrics with blue eyes carefully examining the spider, the tetrade is connected from the branch of a liquid tree, above. Light blond hair was sticking out of a weakened "cap."
Bright lightning illuminated everything with white, blinding adults. Immediately behind this was a deafening thunder. The baby wept. The mother quickly began to squeeze her.
Today, no one slept in their village.
The vorozhka finished things, burned a couple of strongly smelling herbs and went to her mother.
The elfish, not though, passed the baby. The eyes narrowed anxiously, the forehead was dissatisfied, the hands were poured into unknown where to put them. The father approached offering silent support.
The infant just got into the hands of a vorozhka and immediately calmed down carefully by examining a new face, which now got into her field of view.
The woman carefully put the baby on the table, her head to her body. She finally solved the diapers, letting her move, but still leaving the body covered.
Observers reached the corner of wanting not to interfere with the ritual. The father cautiously led his wife. The woman seems not going to move away from the baby on her own.
Lightning and thunder again blinded and stunned the room.
Neither the child nor the vorozhka reacted.
Either sand, or the earth of the ripple from the hands of a woman to the body of the baby bypassing her head. A couple of small bundles of still fresh bouquets of herbs were also wrapped in the trunk. The blooming willow guns caused a cheerful smile. The last stage was poured over a warm decoction of herbs.
Large arms were carefully laid on the baby's face. The infant closed her eyes and fell asleep immediately.
Another lightning with thunder marked the beginning of the rite.
Through the clouds, she saw through the greens.
She saw a girl who did not get along with the bow.
She saw a more adult girl who studied the art of the sword with her father.
She saw a regular patrol returning from the mission. She heard they discussed the successful murder of disgusting animals. She saw the baby's face.
She saw a young teenager. The water was her mirror. The teenager did not like the reflection. She fled.
She saw a huge wall, tower, and rain. One of the numerous goddesses there.
She saw a flame. Flame of justice in the likeness of a girl with green eyes.
She saw fire. She saw explosions. She saw blood.
She heard the cold cry of the soul, the cry of the name: "Ardy!".
She saw a slow struggle.
She saw a mission.
She saw a catastrophe.
After that.
Crusade.
Machiavelli with a certain mask.
Failed attempt.
New girlfriends and city for life.
New mother.
A huge abyss of despair with constant night horror.
She saw an elfian. By their standards, a young tree is still needed for life from the outside.
She saw an elf, an adult teenager, who, despite it, continued to train with her sword.
She saw an elf that listened to the residents of the inhabitants in the afternoon.
She saw the angel of justice that woke up at night.
She saw the elfeian accidentally looked out of the kitchen when one of the evening customers apologized.
It was a pure white flame of innocence.
The flash showed another. The outbreak showed the young man who started everything.
The outbreak showed an adult semi -high elfian that sang his exploits.
She saw the knife and the first touch.
She saw the right advice near the dishes.
She saw a rescue mission.
She saw the battle with black.
After that.
Military game.
Monks talking
In the outbreak of the battle with golden hair. The outbreak is easy to envy her.
Continuation of revenge. And.
White Palace.
She saw young love.
She saw silver entertainment.
She saw great betrayal.
She saw another military game.
She heard very adult confession.
She saw as a silver entertainment for the first time in her existence.
She saw as an elf in the afternoon, at night the angel of justice lived her life.
She saw a great secret for the first time.
She saw the elfa soothed the white flame.
She saw her personal pain.
She saw great determination.
She saw a big hike down.
She saw… she saw… a great, great black threat. Black threat around the world.
The flash showed them ... those heroes ... past ...
She saw the heroes of this time that would challenge him.
She saw an elfian among them.
She did not see the result.
Hands slowly left the baby's face.
The expression of the vorozhka was… difficult. Full of surprise, providence of hope.
She lay in front of her… She was shown…
The leader of the tribe fell. The elders were waiting for interest. The father was naked. The mother paid little attention.
The baby was slowly waking up because of the huge noise of falling water.
- Ryu Lyon - after a couple of minutes the vorozhka said. - The child will be called Ryu Lyon.
Yes it is the best possible name.
The voice was distributed:
- She will all be fine in her life? The mother asked.
The vorozhka thought.
- So. She eventually called.
- Will she be a respectful elfian? The father asked.
The vorozhka was not surprised to be dry:
- Very.
- You gave her the name of almost our tribe - the leader called.
- So.
- Special reasons?
The vorozhka subsided again.
- So.
- Which?
- Respectful. - Did not respond satisfied.
- So what? Said the head to his father.
- Do you think something, a the manager?
- Do not mind to give her for my son? Of course, a more thorough conversation will be about it when they grow up, but I would start to introduce them to a little.
- The manager, - the father said - I cannot be against it. And we do not really know their characters. They can both be like two mountains, not like two trees.
The vorozhka turned to remove herbs completely embarrassed. After all, she did not see the son of the leader near the child at all.
The child, Ryu, without paying attention to the adults with unsure movements grabbed a branch of the willow and began to play with her. The mother looked a little, looked at the falcon, so that the daughter did not start pulling the toy to her mouth. The vorozhka finally paid attention to her.
- Let's remove it. - She suggested with a warm smile, getting the harvested wooden bath and a bolky warm water. The mother gladly picked up the baby, slowly not to scare her. She removed the old diapers. When trying to pick up a flowering twig from strong cams, she failed, and a February look that only laughed it.
Lightning ran, thunder broke out.
Ryu was scared and wept again.
The storm seems not going to end.
- What did you really mean when you told your father about the "respectable elfian"?
The night has been hiding the paths for a long time. The light of the moon could not break through the thick crown.
But for the one who became closer to God 6 times, counting the first, this little light was enough with head.
- And what do you think? - Said the vorozhka.
A senior teenager, still a young tree, was sitting on her knees in front of the older vorozhka. The young student she trembling the stage from the table of herbs. The cheeky partially dyed hair of the "fugitives" brought it into true horror.
Ryu herself sighed his face "Again?" Completely ignoring the environment, and then began to look at the really thinking.
- I think he misunderstood everything.
She proclaimed it as the truth of the world. Simple and uncompromising.
The vorozhka, it seems, did not recognize the words of the teenager, continued to look at her when ...
- You ... knew, - Rya said shocked.
- Knew what? - Asked the vorozhka without being cleaning such a continuation.
- My future. - Ryu continued in one breath - that I will run away from the village, I will go to Oroario, I will be involved in war with evil.
- So - just replied the vorozhka.
- Then ... then. Why?
As I fell to you
Dry willows blossomed
As I fell to you
The sky became white
As I fell to you
Everything knew about you
As I fell to you
She didn't tell the truth
As I fell to you
As I fell to you