Loss For Words #4 (Astorian Stigmata)

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Tale for Neneko

8 Octombrie 2015

In all my trips I are careful to look at piles of rubble  to find gems in the shape of heart, as we found before.

Today I passed beside just such a mountain of stone river and among them, one drew my attention through color.

 My heart stood still as I thought I found a dragon egg. With great care  I gave the stones hopes to be whole but to my disappointment it was  just a piece of bark.

I turned a curious because I had never seen inside a dragon egg. All books and manuscripts showed just outside the shell.

 I was pleased with that. From what I read I knew that if you own a  dragon egg big heads magical powers and  I wanted this so I can pass  the barriers worlds and get to see The Queen of Worlds but  with a piece of bark I could not meet only a dream. I collected  shell in my hand and I took it to heart right, I closed my eyes and I  thought from another girl that I wanted to see. Dizziness seized  me, as when crossing barriers worlds but passed very quickly that meant  that I had come. Slowly open my eyes I saw right next to me.

 He watched curiously as they appeared beside her and not knowing who I  was but after I reminded him of the letter for her to worry. We started walking down the alleys of the park discussed in English.  He knew little of the language, just like me, but it was enough so we  can communicate. Reading the letter, he understood the meaning did not know  how to react so she would rather not answer. Out of curiosity she visited  page, read some of the stories but it was hard to understand the cultural . difference is huge. The fairy tale  I wrote  not found  its place in her world. Suddenly it started raining and we had to  take cover under a tree. Though an old tree with a crown impressive  longer oozing all water droplets on the leaves  her thin hair and  dress. I removed the raincoat I had in the bag and I put them gasping  and hood over his head. I looked at her and I said amused:

- Now you look like Blue Riding Hood!

  He left his head in one hand, how often do have any confusion,  blinked several times in her big eyes and remembered the story of Red Riding  Hood and told me smiling:

- No no ! Vampires are kings and this is my cloak!

Run through the rain splash hot summer cape just like a cloak and cried :-

I am Vampire Queen ,,,,I am Vampire Queen!

He stopped at one point, stood so motionless for a while, just watching me and then started running toward me :

- Look! I am the vampire queen and can even fly!

 Since his escape by throwing myself floating through the air with blue  cape waving around her. I held out hands to catch her but her speed was  too high so we felt the blow in the chest which caused me to hit the  tree trunk ....... When I returned, I was in the same place where  the dragon had found eggshell with his hand to his chest. I opened  slightly fist and saw that it was filled with a sort of greenish-gray  sand. Perhaps the dream that consumed the magical power of the shell  disintegrated through a small explosion that shook my whole body.                                                               

  by Tonko Alexandru

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I felt as I recede , I'd see her image of less than , till it has become a point . Then the point has become light and has turned into a star, not I have been able to differ from the billions of stars of the space .

We will all slip into my thoughts through space but still she was , hope to disappear soon pain or even my memory. I've twisted my flow and I've been looking at how the stars coming at me. In a way I was glad that even a desire since childhood to : traveling among the stars ….

Somewhere, far from , I had a peep at a point of light what came toward me. Very quickly he transformed himself into a handful of fire

In fact he was not at me but I coming toward her. She's trapped me easily and has gathered holdout position around me .

I was very comfortable surrounded by flame , as well as nice a little heat and it was as though I was protected, slowly, a feeling of peace began to get around by men't steady enough for my peace got sneaked up on .after a moment I had jumped scared to that I did not have to sleep so he wouldn't lose my memories and I opened her eyes, I was still supported by the hand of fire , not on the way your memories lost so overcome by accumulated fatigue i have let the sleep ......

I don't know how long I slept, nor what he did the hand with me but when I became conscious again I was like a steam drifting through space. I was with completely different and it took some time for me to teach her some manners with the new senses . It took until I got used to the sound of the universe, with the music each star and how to i move .

So then, I started to look for , to search for our own galaxy

Solar System, planet Earth ......

Forgotten land could not be away from the planet where I was born and he's still walking about me around her and I told him that he was in a different energy level.

I have looked at differently and indeed I have seen in the vicinity; in fact, as we suspected, almost stuck on it.

Glad to discover mistakes can be made quickly in search of road memories lost . I found it slightly to that the forest was no longer green, all over the place he had been in winter , huge branches were empty but the snow was everywhere.

We fly over the top of road when I spotted a black dot what is turning into a figure as I got nearer.

He was in the place where I died as a soul, he had made a fence and was standing on that place but keep a rose red to the chest.

  Now I was a steam, a breath of wind, so I was turned around her, tugging at her face , I played with her hair and then I blown over pink shades petals which he held and in the end I was turned on the place where I sacrificed for her, and we've formed a small tornado what cleaned roses withered as he daily deposit .

I went back to her, and once again I touched his face, I played with her hair, before he turned his head and smiled. He knew that I am because in the land of forgotten does not blow the wind ..........