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This guy here is Arian. He is 17 years old elf. He lost his parents in very young age and he has no sibling. He grew up in this village and he was raised by local headman.

He has emerald eyes and short blond hair. His usual clothes are a shirt with collar and pants. He is very known in their village and has a lot of friends. He trains really hard, he wants to become the next headman. He is a great swordsman and swipes with a sword like skilled warrior, although he didn´t experienced much real battles before.

Most of time he is really kind and friendly. He likes jokes and fun, but he can be very serious if necessary. He loves books, thanks them he know a lot of things. He also has a great sense of orientation. He never get lost. His memory is almost photogenic. Every his action is well thought out.

I know that I can´t draw people so they would look like people... I am more on animals... Sorry for that, hope you understand  :D

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 12.

Drama incoming  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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It was the same house from which flew the strange thing. And what was it? She looked toward Selim. Still lying on the ground. Probably he was unconscious. Next to him was a large metal bowl. It looked heavy and solidly. She hoped it didn´t break his legs. Then she turned her gaze to the strange shadow behind the house. Figure began to appear from the dark corners of the house and with a graceful step approached the motionless body. It was also werecat. Well, werecat lady. She had dark tabby fur that glistened in the sun. Her black hair hung to her shoulders. She stopped a few steps behind Selim. Bright green eyes studied him. As if it was an unknown creature that she had never seen before. After a moment she straightened and folded her hands on her hips.

„Well, well, little brother.“ she said finally. „Hope you didn´t get hurt?“ Her voice was pleasant, but the tone was literally dripping with sarcasm and superiority. Selim´s ears twitched. He lifted a little bit. In his head it was buzzing as in a hive. He supported himself by one hand and with the second he was rubbing the top of his head to dispel the pain that had throbbed sharply. He looked ahead. His sight was blurry and everything revolved around him.

´I guess I hit a rock.´ He felt, like to his hand, which he rubbed his head, clung warm blood. He slowly stood up and turned to the werecat lady that majestically towered over him. Compared to her Selim looked small and helpless. Selim wanted to straighten to equalize the height difference, but he was so out of the balance that he had to crouch down to avoid falling. He shook his head in an attempt to correct distortion of the senses. Later he found out that it was a mistake. He had seen even worse and surroundings rippled faster. Fortunately, he was so conscious that he could think rationally. He slowly looked around. He found nothing that would help him. His eyes settled on werecat lady in front of him. She stood still and watched Selim in amusement. He tried to focus on her but everything was still blurred. He couldn´t recognize her. The shape of the face, her features. Her voice was familiar, but he heard her only briefly. And because of the buzzing he didn´t catch a lot of it. All the thinking started to give him a headache. He turned his gaze to the ground. He needed a dull background, so he won´t wobble so much. In a corner of his eye he noticed a small beige spot a little bit on the left from the werecat lady. For a while he looked puzzled, but then he realized.

´This is my bundle, which I packed. I had to drop it. She probably hasn´t noticed. If I´ll be fast, I can pick it up before she did, and then disappear. I can handle it.´

But as soon as he made a step, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

„Shucks.” he cursed quietly. ´So that went wrong.´ An acerbic laugh split the air. Werecat lady walked slowly to the small bundle. Selim wanted to stop her, shout at her, get up and take his bundle. But nothing worked. His body didn´t want to listen. He tried to get up, when she stopped again in front of him.

´If I straighten, I´ll just fall. For now I have to stay down.´ He realized. So he stood at four. He straddles a little more to maintain better stability. When he looked up, she waved the bundle in front of his snout. Selim wanted to reach out and grab it from her, but as soon as he raised his hand, he staggered. So he quickly dropped it down to keep from falling.

´There has been enough of those falls.´ He said to himself. The werecat lady laughed again.

„You're really hilarious, Selim, I must admit. You'd be an excellent jester.“ These two sentences were enough. He knew with whom he was dealing. He forced himself to words.

„Give me that, Lal!“ He wanted to shout, but it was barely audible.

“Sorry, I didn´t hear it. Did you say something?“ she said innocently. He felt an incredible rage. On the humiliation he was used, it would not bother him. But why she goes so far to cripple him? He had also got hit from her, but it's never been so serious. He hadn´t done anything wrong, had he?

„Give me that, Lal!“ Now his voice was carried through the village.

„Come on. This is not how you talk with your sister.“ she said disappointedly.

Eunis startled covered her mouth. Arian was also taken aback. ´A sister? Seriously now she said she is his sister? So, why she is hurting him?´

Lal spoke again.

„If you really want it so much, come and get it.“ Selim knew he had no choice. He really needed his things and she knew it. Without maps he would get lost, without a compass he wouldn´t find the right direction. Carefully he straightened. When he stood firmly on the ground, he clenched his fists and prepared to fight. Again that her laughter.

„So you want to fight?“ she said in amusement. „You know you can´t hit a girl.“ she said gently, almost in maternal tone. When she saw that her words had no effect to him, she dropped the bundle on the ground and a came few steps closer. Her hands were loosely at your sides.

„Do as you think.“ she said softly.

Selim was terribly annoyed by her feeling of untouchability, that literally emanated from Lal. He wanted to grab that feeling from her. Scatter her that she would be surprised that she would be confused and don´t know what to do next. That he might be the one who has the upper hand. He extended his hand. He wanted to hit her with his fist. He almost succeeded, if hadn´t been so out of the balance. He was outweighed. He missed. She didn´t even need to dodge. She used the moment when he was bewildered and slapped him. She slashed him in the left side of his face. Selim stepped back, startled. He automatically covered his injured face. From beneath his fingers he felt warm blood.

´Shucks! He scolded himself. ´Shucks, shucks, shucks. You moron! Look to pull yourself together!´ Lal still stood there and stared at her red-colored claws. As if she hasn´t seen the blood before. On her face was created a spiteful smile.

„See? I told you this is not how you talk to your sister.” she said in a surprisingly deep and calm voice. „I guess I'll have to give a lesson in manners.”

Selim began to slowly back away. Startled, he looked at her, his hand still covering wounds. He didn´t like it. Not at all, he didn´t like it. He had a bad feeling.

´This won´t end well. I gotta get out, and fast.´ He turned around and wanted to run, but his legs were trembling. Before he knew it, he was lying on his stomach and on his shoulders he felt her weight. She sat on his back and hesitates what she would do with him. Selim, meanwhile, tried to figure out a way to get out of it. Until she sat on him, he couldn´t really move. He must force her to stand. But how? He tried to rewind to the side. Maybe he would manage to throw her off. It was a futile effort. Lal completely pinned him to the ground and Selim was already exhausted. He felt his hands shaking. The surroundings were no longer revolving, but it was still blurry. Suddenly, a dull ache went through his head. Lal hit him in the back of the head. And then again. And again. Selim heavily clenched his teeth to keep from screaming. He won´t make her the joy to hear him scream. At least this not. The surroundings before his eyes began to darken. Pounding has stopped. Lal stopped. She slowly stood up. Selim could finally breathe properly. Sharply she turned him and nearly took his breath away. She grabbed him by the collar of his vest and held him in front of her eyes.

„So. Now you hopefully learned how to behave towards older siblings. Brother.“ she added virulently. Selim didn´t perceive. He knew that she was saying something, but he didn´t understand her. He was tired and wanted to sleep. Lal's grip loosened and Selim slumped to the ground. Last time she looked at him, then turned and walked away.

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The Golden Town

Okey... This one could sounds pretty cheesy, but it was the best I could do. It was our homework for some special class. We had to write a story of some kind of society with their own phylosophy principle. Because I am chemist and not a philosopher... here comes some cheesy clishe :3

In ancient times, the world passed on rumors about the famous Golden Town. All the buildings were made of pure gold, fabrics were woven of gold yarn and girls had golden eyes. But no one knew exactly where the town is located. It was said that it is hidden deep in the tropical forests to be protected against thieves. Kristof was blown away from the legend. Although he was a son of a local miller, he has fearless and indomitable spirit. Even since his childhood legends excited him, imagining how he walks in all places and becomes part of them.

Once he was twenty, he decided to find the Golden Town. Everyone tried to dissuade him, his father the most, but he already made up his mind. He took a sword and helmet from the blacksmith and went on a journey. He walked long and far. Just when he thought that this town cannot be found and wanted to give up, he saw bright glow in the distance. It was like a second sun leaning over the horizon. So he went to light. It was so strong that he had to cover his eyes with hand as he approached it. He went through dense shrubs and found himself on the edge of the valley. Underneath was the Golden Town. Rumors were true. Gold was everywhere. Kristof was thrilled and charmed by the shimmering beauty. Eagerly he ran down and passed the first street. There were people in shiny golden robes strolling around, elegantly and majestically. Once he turned the corner he saw a beautiful garden full of golden flowers. But as he stooped to pick some flowers, he found that they are really made of gold. Odorless and lifeless. He was sorry for them. So beautiful flowers and you cannot even smell them. Suddenly he noticed, that in the middle of the park sits on a bench young girl. She was beautiful, but she looked sad. He decided to approach her.

“Beautiful garden, is not it?” But the girl was still looking into the ground and was silent. Kristof has re-try it.

“My name is Kristof. And you?” Again, nothing. “Are you okay?”he asked finally. The girl looked up in surprise.

“Are you talking to me?”

“Yes. Nobody else is here.”

“You must be a stranger, when you talk to me.”she said.

“And why couldn´t I talk to such a beautiful girl like you?”asked Kristof. She smiled sadly.

“Nobody speaks with beautiful girls. The most beautiful of the town are selected as candidates and the most beautiful is then sacrificed to our God who gave us the gift of the Golden Town. Thanks to him we have these beautiful houses and gardens.”

“That seems silly. Giving a human life for a bit of gold.” But before she could answer, a bell rang in the distance. The girl quickly got up and ran from the garden. Surprised Kristof ran after her, but lost her in the streets.

Accidentally, he got caught up in a large crowd of people heading on a high hill on the edge of the town. The crowd stopped in front importantly looking older man. He was holding a cane decorated with serpent head and was dressed in a golden robe. Before him stood three girls. Among them was the one he met in the garden. She wore a small tiara. She looked more beautiful than before. But also much sadder. The man stepped in front of the first girl and held his cane in front of her face. Others around began to sing a strange tune. The man in front of her stood there for a moment and then lowered the cane on the ground. The girl sighed and the old man moved on to the next girl. It was the one from the garden. He raised his cane and stared into her golden eyes. Suddenly he raised his cane above her and everyone fell silent. The girl sadly looked down and the old man said:

“The king chose. This girl is the most beautiful of all and now will be sacrificed as gratitude for this wonderful Golden Town.”

”Stop it!”shouted Kristof. Others looked at him in surprise.

“How dare you disturb the ceremony!” admonished the old man.

“It's nonsense. It is stupidity to sacrifice a human life for a bit of gold.”

“A bit?”he slandered him. “Thanks to our God this whole town stands. Without him, it would not hold together. Thanks to this God have a place to live.”

“But what life is this? In fear. In false belief. You can live somewhere else. Leave and create a new town.”

“That's easy for you to say. God is merciful but he does not forgets. He is immortal. He would be chasing us for ever. Until we repay our debt. By this I command you to leave. And the rest of you continue.” Again began the melodic singing.”

Kristof turned to the girl meekly rising to the altar.

“Why do you listen to him? Why do you not defend yourself?” She looked at him

”I would, but I have no choice. If he gets angry, everyone will suffer.” He ran after her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away. The crowd gasped and the old man shouted in all directions,

“Oh great and wise. Oh almighty. Come and punish this nonbeliever. Show him your power.“

Golden Temple on the hill began to shake. The earth trembled. Temple gate flew open and from its depths rushed giant snake. Huge golden scales glinting and reflected sunlight. He hissed menacingly and swallowed Kristof.

“No!”cried the girl. The old man said:

“Mighty God showed us how he punishes the guilty. Anyone who revolts his will would end in hell. Praise our God. Sing the song. Hear his wishes.”

People began to sing. The snake drew himself up in his entire length, enough to hide the sun. Suddenly he twisted and fell to the ground. From the serpent's body was sticking a sword. From behind him appeared Kristof. Everyone looked at him in disbelief.

“See?”he exclaimed. “Your God is dead. He was not immortal. He only used you for his own needs. And the city still stands. He was fooling you.” But as he spoke, the buildings began to dim and crumble. After a while nothing was left. The old man indignantly shouted:

“See what you did? God is dead, and the town now as well. You ruined our precious home.”

“But he saved a lot of lives.”said the girl. The man gave her a glare.

“It would never end. After my sacrifice would come other girls. Today's children, who have no idea what to expect, they will have to live in fear, who of them will go next. So it was until now, and it would have been over the next centuries. Although we do not have the gold we can live.”

“But our town is destroyed.”said a voice from the crowd.

“Exactly. This sinner put a curse on us!”said the old man.

“Stop already believe in the curses.” Kristof was persuading them.

“You can start a new life. Better life. Without unnecessary gods and without fear. You choose what you will do next. Nobody does not decide for you. Is it your way. You have to enjoy the life. You have to rejoice every day. Leave and create a new town. With wooden houses and real flowers in the gardens.”

“He's right.”said one young man. “Yes, let's go.”

“No. Wait!”said the old man. “You just want to leave our home? You really want to disobey God's will?”

“There is no God's will anymore.”replied the girl.

The crowd began cheering and followed Kristof toward a better life waiting for them. The life that will be remembered with a smile.

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