onsdag 26 mars 2014

Berättelse: Dragonborn (Del 4)

Del 3 )
(För lång... Hela den här berättelsen är för lång... Allting jag skriver är för långt... Känns till och med som att boken jag skriver börjar bli för långdragen.... Mitt hår är också för långt, om det har med något att göra.)

On the fifth day I was there, the village was attacked by silver-eyes. Skye woke me up in the middle of the night, telling me to hurry and get dressed. A pair of pants, a shirt, a thicker jacket, a belt with a sword sheath attached to it, and a long cloak were folded at the end of the bed. At the floor a pair of boots was standing. I quickly got dressed and went out in the corridor. People working in the castle were running in panic, screaming, trying to get away. Skye grabbed my arm and dragged me to the throne hall. The king met us there, giving me a sword wrapped up in a blanket. “This is the dragon-sword, make sure to keep it.”
I took the sword, and unfolded the blanket around it. The sword handle were made of gold, shimmering in the lights from the candles that lit up the hall. The edge was sharp, thin, and light. But not too light. It felt as if the sword was made for me, which it pretty much was. A pattern was carved into it. Squiggly lines up and down, beautiful and soft. I put the sword in the sheath, feeling the weight from it on my hip.
“They are everywhere,” Elyon said. “So make sure they don’t see you. Run, hide, walk, jump. Do whatever you need to in order to not be seen. They’re too many for you to fight.”
I glanced outside the window. People were screaming in panic, the roads were covered in ice, as well as everything else, and silver-eyes were everywhere, slaying everyone in their way.
This was what I was supposed to defeat.
“Let’s go, Scarlet.”
I turned to Skye, who were looking at me with calm eyes. Right, I wouldn’t be alone in this. He bowed to the king, and I did the same.
“We’ll be back soon,” Skye said, “and then the silver-king will be gone.”
With that said, he turned around, and walked out of the hall. I followed him, scared for what was awaiting us outside. He walked through corridors I had never seen before, in the opposite direction from the way out.
“Skye… Where are we going? Sorry, just had to ask.”
“Don’t apologize. There’s another way out this way. It’s closer to the forest, and hopefully there won’t be that many silver-eyes there.”
We kept going through some more corridors, before finally reaching the door out. He opened it carefully, glancing out. “There’s a few of them there. We’ll stick to the wall, to begin with.” He was almost outside when he stopped and said: “And oh, put on the hood. Your hair will give us away otherwise.” I did as he said, making sure to hide my hair well. After that, we went outside. Cold wind hit me in the face, making me stagger a bit. I leaned in to the wall, trying to look at the area around me. Silver-eyes were guarding a few meters away. “Don’t let any of them get away!” one of them yelled. “Loot their houses and their clothes! Take everything worth anything!”
I shivered, and had the hood cover my face even more than it already was. We came to the corner of the castle. Skye took a look around, and sighed. “Not to cause panic or anything, but I think we will have to run for it.”
“Why do you always want to run for it!?” I hissed.
“Because sometimes, running is the only thing to do.”
I took a look myself, and I had to admit running seemed like the only option. There was nowhere to hide. Silver-eyes were everywhere, spreading their cold aura over the city.
“See that flower over there? The purple one?”
I nodded.
“That’s our goal. That’s our way into the forest.”
The purple flower was small, but it was easy to see it, and it did seem like that was the smartest way into the forest.
“But oh, don’t stop when you get to the flower. Keep running or you’ll get caught.”
I glared at him. “How stupid do you think I am?”
He shrugged carelessly. “Sorry, just wanted to make things clear.”
I ignored him, keeping my gaze steadily on the flower. I could look straight at it from here, without a silver-eye covering it. But they were still nearby. It wouldn’t matter what we did. We would get caught, and our only way out was to fight or run.
“Don’t run into them,” Skye’s voice came.
“Oh my god, are you even serious now!?”
“I am. You really shouldn’t run into them,” he said with a totally serious face.
“Are you just playing stupid or are you…” I interrupted myself, realizing that this was a waste of time. “Never mind.”
“Okay then. On three. Run with all you got and don’t stop until I tell you to do so.”
I nodded. We had to make this. We couldn’t fail already. We couldn’t fail before it had even started.
“One.”
I wanted to make this so badly, and not just this. Everything. I wanted to summon the dragons and kill the silver-king and stop things like this from happening.
“Two.”
So we had to make it. We had to get to the forest.
“Three.”
We were off. It didn’t take long for them to spot us.
“They’re trying to escape! Catch them! Catch them!”
I went into that world where it was just me and my running and, in this case, the flower. Still, I did keep an eye out on my surroundings, making sure that no one came too close. Even then, one of them did. I don’t know where he came from. He appeared from nowhere, and he was huge. There was no way for me to dodge that. I felt like a bird flying right into a cage. I tried to get out of his grip, clawing, kicking, biting a little bit. But he wouldn’t budge. He kept holding me in his stone grip. Then suddenly, he loosened up. He stared at me with wide eyes and blood coming from his mouth, before falling to the ground. Behind him, Skye were standing with a bloody knife in his hand. He wiped the blood away with some tattered cloth, and put the knife back somewhere where I couldn’t see it. “Knives are easy to hide,” I remembered him saying.
“That was a close call,” he said as we kept running toward the forest.
When we reached the purple flower, I felt relieved. Until I looked back and saw how many of them were hunting us. It must’ve been ten to twenty of them at least.
“Skye, we won’t be able to run from all of them. They won’t let us get away.”
“I know.” He looked around, trying to come up with some kind of plan. “Keep running for a while, then find a tree and climb up in it. Make sure it’s a tree you can hide in.”
“What about you?”
He didn’t answer for some seconds. Seconds that felt like years.
“I’ll be coming after you,” he finally said. “Now, go.”
I did as I was told, even though I didn’t like it. Looking back, I saw Skye standing still until he got their full attention. Then he ran in another direction, making sure they were all following him. I didn’t like this at all. But Skye is smart, he’ll definitely make it. I should probably have a bit more faith in him. But I couldn’t help myself from worrying. If he left me now, I would be all alone in this. I knew I was being selfish, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking like that. I didn’t want to be alone. Especially not now.
After running for a while, I stopped and looked around in the forest. It didn’t seem like anyone was after me, and I relaxed a bit. Remembering what Skye said, I looked for a tree good enough for hiding. But most of the trees had too sparse branches. After a lot of looking, I found one that seemed okay. The branches were thick and looked hard enough to bear me. I grabbed one of the branches and heaved myself up, finding spots to put my feet on. Continuing like that, I soon was high enough. I found a good place for sitting down and just wait, without anyone seeing me. And there came the waiting. I was so bored I almost fell asleep a few times, and if I fell asleep I would probably fall out of the tree. So I kept my eyes open, listening, mostly to have something to do. Birds were chirping far away, in a peaceful distance where people didn’t die for the moment. If I listened closely, I could still hear people scream from the way I had come from.
I didn’t know how much time passed, but I guessed it was a few hours at least. I hope Skye is okay… And if he wasn’t? How long should I wait for him, before continue on my own? There was no way for me to know if he’d come.
Something wet hit my hand. Rain? I looked up at the sky, and noticed it was full of dark clouds. Not long after that, the rain was pouring down. It didn’t take long for me to get drenched. I sighed. If my life had continued normally, I would be lying in my bed at home now, sleeping, unaware of everything. The thought sounded so good I got all teary.
“Where did you go? Little prince where are you?”
I carefully looked down, spotting a young silver-eyed man with a bloody dagger in his hand. Bloody. Why is it bloody?
“I know you went this way, little prince! Come out and let me chop you into shreds. I promise I’ll make you look beautiful!”
That meant Skye was still alive somewhere. But the blood on the dagger made me uneasy.
“Show yourselves you coward!” He opened his mouth to say something more, but was stopped when an arrow suddenly pierced him through the stomach. With surprise showing in his face, he took his last breath and fell.
Skye appeared from some big bushes, faltering and panting. A cut had been made in his left lower arm, but it was impossible for me to see how deep it was. I was about to climb down, but hesitated for a bit. Was it okay to come down now? Were our enemies gone? I waited for a bit, but no enemies came. Skye sank down against a tree, tilting his head backwards, letting the rain come down on his face. I started to climb down, making the leaves rustled. Skye put his hand on his sword hilt, ready to draw it if a silver-eye would appear. When he noticed it was me, he relaxed again. “Oh, you were there the whole time?”
“What the hell were you doing? You could have gotten yourself killed!”
“We could both have gotten ourselves killed. This little quest doesn’t exactly give us a choice. It’s always between life and death.”
“Still. Running off with them like that. It was stupid.” I eyed the wound on his arm, which was bleeding aggressively. “You’re hurt.”
“It’s just a flesh wound. I won’t bleed to death or anything.”
“It could get infected.”
“It won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“I don’t. I just want you to be quiet and stop worrying for a moment.”
I sighed, but stayed quiet. The rain was still pouring down on us, but it was getting brighter. Far away, I could see the sun going up. Well wasn’t that a good night? I thought sarcastically.
“Okay,” Skye said, “we should probably get going.”
“We should fix that wound first. Did we take any supplies with us? Like… Food, bandage, something?”
“Nope, we did not.”
I wasn’t even surprised. “How thoughtful of us.”
“Well, we were in a hurry. All we got is clothes and weapons. And oh… I managed to get us some water. It’s not much though.”
“It will have to do.” I tore off a piece of fabric from my clothes. “Take off your jacket and show me your arm.”
“And now you want me to strip as well?”
“If I wanted you to strip I would have just asked. I’m not exactly shy, you know.”
He grinned, and then did as I said. He took off his jacket. Under that, he wore a sweater. He started to pull up the sleeve, clenching his teeth in pain.
“Does it hurt?” The answer was right before my eyes, but I couldn’t help but ask anyway. In response he gave me a look that made me feel like the moron I may have been. When he finally got the sleeve up enough, I took a closer look at the cut. I still couldn’t clearly see how deep it was, because of all the blood, but it didn’t look too good.
“I want to clean it before I wrap it up.”
He threw me a water pouch with his healthy arm. “Don’t use too much.” I wondered if this was really all we had. He had kept it hidden though—as hidden as his knives—so hopefully, he had some more.
I poured some at the cloth, and then started to clean his wound carefully. He breathed deeply, trying to keep calm through the pain. I wasn’t exactly an expert at these kinds of things, so I couldn’t say I knew what I was doing. I could just hope that it would heal properly without causing us any more trouble than we already had.
I wrapped up the wound in fabric, telling myself that I had done enough even though I had no idea.
“If you get an infection from this I’ll kill you.”
“Thanks for the warning. Now I can run away before you’ve even drawn your sword.”
We both got up on our feet, looking in the direction we were going. It was a beautiful sight. The sun was half-hidden behind some mountains at the horizon, painting the sky in warm bright colors.
“Skye,” I said with a low voice.
“Yes?” He watched me with thoughtful eyes and a smile hinting on his lips.
“I’m glad that I’m not alone in this.” I looked down at my feet, hiding my blushing face from him. “I’m grateful for you being here, even though I don’t show it very well.”
He smiled brightly now, and patted me on the head. It reminded me of us standing in the pond—he gave me a pat on the head back then too. It felt like years ago now, even though only days had passed.
“Shall we go, Scarlet?”
I nodded, smiling now as well.

And so, our walk towards the dragons began.

(Del 5)

onsdag 19 mars 2014

OOMMMGGG "THE MAZE RUNNER" TRAILER

Ni måste ha sett den vid det här laget, men ändå!
Fattar ni hypen!?

Tja, hype för er andra i alla fall. Själv har man inte läst The Maze Runner än. Man har den inte ens i bokhyllan. Man har den ingenstans. (Alltså typ bokstavligen biblioteket hos mig har ett riktigt dåligt urval av engelska böcker. Och den närmsta bokhandeln likaså.)

Men eftersom alla bloggar om den nyutkomna trailern kan jag väl lika gärna också göra det.
Puuuuhhhh måste läsa boken... Nu. Så att jag kan se filmen ungefär när alla andra gör det (har en tendens att alltid hamna på efterkälken och göra allting flera månader efter alla andra.)

Så, ni som har läst boken, vad tycker ni? Passar skådespelarna? Tror ni att det här kommer bli ännu en fail när det gäller filmer baserade på böcker (alltså typ Twilight) eller tror ni att det blir bra?
Tycker personligen att det ser riktigt bra ut, men han ju som sagt inte läst boken ;)

tisdag 18 mars 2014

Berättelse: Dragonborn (Del 3)

Del 2 )

I was standing in a big hall, holding a stick in my hands, panting and sweating. Skye was standing a few meters away, clearly amused. “Is that the best you can do, Ginger?”
“Don’t call me that!” I rushed to attack, but he easily blocked it. I tried to attack from below instead, but I was too slow. Whatever I did, he was there to block it.
“Come on; try to hit me like you really mean it!”
I swung the stick towards him with full force, and with one simple move he hit the stick out of my hands. It ended up far from me, totally out of my reach.
“If this happened during a fight against our enemies, you would be dead by now.”
“Oh really?” I said with as much sarcasm as I possibly could.
He laughed. “It’s fine. You’ve never hold a sword before, right?”
“From what you’ve seen so far, do I look like someone who’s been holding a sword before?”
“Not really.”
“Well there’s your answer.
He picked up the stick and gave it to me. “Here, I’m going to tell you some things.” He came behind me, reached out his arms around me and placed his hands over mine. “Hold it like this,” he murmured into my ear, moving some of my fingers gently. I could barely breathe. He was standing so close. I could feel his warmth, his breath against the skin on my ear, his heart beating inside his chest.
“Also,” he said, “don’t hold it as if you’re trying to strangle it. Hold it gently, as if you’re dealing with a fragile bird.”
In that moment, I could have kept standing there with him in an eternity. Just standing there, listening to his soft voice comparing sticks to fragile birds.
“It’s a stick. It’s not even beautiful.” That was the only thing I could say in order to keep myself calm in this situation. I shouldn’t be reacting like this. I shouldn’t be noticing every single detail about him. Especially not now, when he was teaching me how to fight.
“Now you made the stick sad. Apologize and say it’s beautiful.”
“I’m not going to apologize to a stick.”
“Don’t talk about the stick as if it’s only… a stick. There are thousands of sticks out there; this one is unique in its own way.”
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was talking about sticks, his words were beautiful.
“This morning, my father told me that if we both come back alive from the silver-king, he’ll start to arrange our wedding. So, what cake do you want?”
I had almost forgotten about that. Right, we were engaged. I was getting married, with a guy I’d met like one day ago.
“No offense, but I won’t marry you.”
“Sorry, but we can’t do much about it. It’s already decided.”
“I’m still not marrying you.”
“I’m not that bad, you know. A lot of girls would do everything to marry me.”
“I’m not one of those girls then.”
“Well, there’s no need to bother with that just yet. We have to go see the dragons and walk into the winter-forest first. Then, we can bother with it.”
I let out a sigh. He removed his arms, and took a few steps away from me. The moment was gone. I could think clearly again. All the feelings I had felt was now gone. He was nothing more than an annoying idiot.
We kept practicing for the next upcoming hours. He kept telling me things about how I held the stick wrong or swung too hard or moved too slowly, and I kept trying to hit him, without managing to do it even once.
When we stopped for the day, I was ready to just lie down on the floor and sleep.
“Why should I practice with you?” I murmured on the way back to my room. “You’ve probably been swinging swords since you were born. Shouldn’t I get to practice with someone a bit more… on my own level?”
“Nah, there’s no need to. I’m just teaching you some basic things and then we’ll leave. Also, I’m not that much of a sword-swinger, actually. I prefer bows and knives. You see, I like being discreet and unseen. Knives are easy to hide, so you can bring a lot of them and throw them from afar if you’d like to. And with a bow I can just climb up in a tree and shoot down arrows without anyone suspecting a thing. I do know how to handle a sword, but I’m not an expert with it.”
I nodded. To my own surprise, I could actually make sense of his words.
We walked quietly for a while, the only sound coming from our footsteps. I thought about what happened before. When he kind of embraced me from behind. We had been so close, too close. From any point of view, we had looked like a couple. Why do I bother so much? He was just telling me how to fight. That was it. In that hall, he was my teacher, nothing more. The moment didn’t mean anything. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

We kept practicing the next following days. Mostly with the sticks, but one day he showed me how to use a bow. He let me shoot arrows at flour sacks. Not that the man selling the flour became so happy over that.
We climbed up in a tree, hidden by the green leaves. He gave me his bow, and an arrow. “Here,” he said. “Put it here, and hold it like this.”
And once again, we were so close. His hands over mine, showing me what to do. “Now draw it back carefully.” I did as he said, not able to ignore how fast my heart was beating.
“Good,” he continued. “Try to aim at the sacks. It doesn’t matter which one of them, you choose.” I moved the bow a little bit to the left, focusing at the sacks down below. I breathed deeply.
“Release it when you’re ready.” I waited for a bit more, making sure that I would actually hit one of the sacks. Then I let it go. The arrow flew perfectly toward its goal, and pierced into the sack.
“That’s really good for a first try, Ginger.”
“If you call me that again I’ll push you out of the tree.”
He chuckled. “Of course.”
An angry voice came from below. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”
Skye looked down in surprise. “I think he caught us.”
“Do you always have to state the obvious?”
He smiled at me. “Let’s get down from here and run for it.”
The plan was stupid and thoughtless. It would’ve been better to stay in the tree and wait for the man to go away. It didn’t seem as if he was planning on climbing up in the tree himself, so we were safe up there. But I guess climbing down and run was more exciting, so that’s what we did. As soon as we came down on the ground, we started to run.
“Hey, come back here!” The man ran after us, but he was way too slow.
“I feel like we should apologize to him,” I said. “We did destroy his flour.”
“He has too much flour anyway, it doesn’t matter.”
“Well he does sell flour, so of course he would have a lot of it!”
Still, I hadn’t had that much fun for a very long while. Skye always got on my nerves, but in fact I really had a lot of fun with him. It wasn’t as it had been with those fake-friends I had before. This was more real. More happiness, and I wanted this to last for the rest of my life.

But nothing lasts forever.

***

Blev en aning kortare den här gången, jämfört med förra veckans del xD

Del 4 )

måndag 17 mars 2014

Att läsa 2014

Så, som jag redan har nämnt (någon gång för längesedan) så har jag absolut ingen koll på vad det kommer för nya böcker i år. Därför har jag nu kikat runt lite på goodreads, för att uppdatera mig själv lite.
Här nedanför kommer en sammanställning på böcker jag tror jag kommer att läsa (dock kommer jag inte göra någon stor bokbeställning eller så, måste fortfarande spara på pengarna, så får fortsätta att läsa olästa böcker från bokhyllan (eller gå till biblioteket, där jag inte har varit på åratal nu) ett tag till.)

Panic av Lauren Oliver
Kom ut 4 mars. 
Helt ärligt, så har den här inte fått superbra omdömen på goodreads, men jag vill fortfarande läsa den, just för att det är Lauren Oliver som skrivit den. Jag hade faktiskt ingen aning om att hon släppt en ny bok (japp, så uppdaterad har man varit den senaste tiden. En av ens favoritförfattare släpper en ny bok och man vet inte någonting om det) så blev väldigt överraskad när jag såg det.

City of Heavenly Fire av Cassandra Clare
Kommer ut 27 maj.
Jag hade heller ingen aning om att den här hade fått omslag. Sist jag kollade hade den inte det, så idag när jag såg det (strax efter att jag hittade Lauren Oliver's nya bok) fick jag ännu en chock. Men jag satt i datasalen i skolan så jag kunde inte go all crazy där. Det gör jag nu istället.
Har inte läst City of Lost Souls än, men den sår i bokhyllan så det lär bli av snart ;)

Vänta lite sakta i backarna nu ska Lauren Oliver släppa en bok till i år!?!?!?!?! I september?!?!? Åh herregud hur sjutton reagerar man till sånt här...

Infinite av Jodi Meadows
Kom ut 28 Januari
Okej så jag har inte läst andra boken, Asunder, än. Men den står också i bokhyllan, bredvid Incarnate... (Ajlfnenfejg bokryggarna är lika fina som framsidorna det är ju självklart att jag måste ha den tredje (och sista) delen också!!)

The Winner's Curse av Marie Rutkoski
Kom ut 4 mars.
Handlingen. Alltså gud måste ha den här nu med en gång bara... Vill ha. Typ igår. Bara... ge mig. 

Sinner av Maggie Stiefvater
Blogspot ändrade lite på färgerna... För i helvete Blogspot... Din idiot.
Kommer ut 1 Juli
VÄNTA LITE BARA VÄÄÄNTA LIIITTE NU VAD SJUTTON ÄR DET SOM HÄNDER? EN FJÄRDE DEL? BARA... VA? SER JAG RÄTT? SER JAG VAD JAG TROR ATT JAG SER!?!?!?? VA!? mEN GUD NU BLEV DET JU ETT MÅSTE ATT KÖPA HEM ANDRA OCH TREDJE DELEN... OCH NU MÅSTE JAG ÄVEN BESTÄMMA MIG FÖR OM JAG SKA LÄSA DEN HÄR PÅ ENGELSKA ELLER SVENSKA... OCH... BARA VA. (Jag läste först hela serien på svenska (eller, jag trodde att det var hela serien, men uppenbarligen fortsätter den nu.), sen köpte jag den första delen på engelska och läste den. Så det känns som om jag skulle vilja fortsätta att köpa resten på engelska, i samma format, men samtidigt gillade jag verkligen serien på svenska också...)

Darksoul av Eveline Hunt
Kommer ut i maj
Okej så efter att ha läst ungefär halva handlingen känner man att det står typ TRIANGELDRAMA över hela boken. Sen läser man en recension och får reda på att nej, det blir inget triangeldrama. Och då sitter man där som ett fån och bara "Vänta va? Vad sa du sa du?"
Verkar även som att båda killarna i boken (upprepar: INGET TRIANGELDRAMA HÄR INTE.) är otroligt heta och ibland (bara ibland) är det mer än tillräckligt för att jag ska vilja läsa en bok.

The Girl from the Well av Rin Chupeco
Kommer ut 5 Augusti
En bok baserad på en japansk spökhistoria? Det räcker för mig.
Ärligt talat dock, den verkar riktigt riktigt (som i super-riktigt) bra. Får bara komma ihåg att INTE läsa den här boken innan jag går och lägger mig. (Har blivit onaturligt känslig för läskiga saker den senaste tiden, så försöker vara lite försiktig xDD Dock så lär den inte komma ut förrän i Augusti, så kanske har blivit mindre känslig då xD)

Det var svårare att hitta intressanta böcker 2014 än jag trodde... Puuhhhh.
Men det här borde säga något om hur borta från bokvärlden jag varit. Har ju seriöst inte koll på någonting. 

Hur som helst~ Är ni själva sugna på några av böckerna jag nämnt? Eller har ni redan läst några av dem?
Och vad har ni själva för böcker som ni ser fram emot 2014?
(Det här inlägget kanske borde ha skrivits för cirka två månader och 17 dagar sedan. Bara kanske.)

söndag 16 mars 2014

Nyckeln

Författare: Mats Strandberg & Sara Bergmark Elfgren
Antal sidor: 813
Förlag: Rabén & Sjögren
Översättare: -
Originaltitel: Nyckeln
Serie: Engelsfors-trilogin #3
Första meningen: Den bländande vitheten mattas av.

Spoilers kan förekomma om du inte läst tidigare delar!

Handling (från Goodreads):
Det har gått drygt en månad sedan tragedin i Engelsfors gymnasiums gympasal. De utvalda får ingen tid att återhämta sig innan deras värld vänds upp och ner igen. Frågor besvaras. Hemligheter avslöjas. Lojaliteter prövas. Tiden håller på att rinna ut och till slut kan De utvalda bara vara säkra på en sak: Allt kommer att förändras.

Omdöme:
Wow. Alltså... Wow.

Okej, så det här var väldigt bra. Väldigt väldigt väldigt bra.
Men jag kan inte säga att den var helt otrolig från början till slut. Och jag kan inte säga att språket var sådär övergudomligt vackert (troligtvis har det inte varit det i de tidigare delarna heller, men jag tänkte inte på det förrän nu.) och jag kan inte säga att jag är jätteförtjust i slutet.
Trots det så var den väldigt bra.

Helt ärligt så tror jag inte det var förrän jag var 300 sidor in som jag faktiskt började gilla den. Det kändes som om det gick lite trögt, och jag fann inget intresse (förutom i Viktor. Viktor finner man alltid intresse i.) Men någonstans, utan att jag märkte det, så blev jag helt fast. Jag satt och läste i fåtöljen flera timmar i sträck! Har inte gjort det på jättelänge, känns det som... (Fast det har jag ju visst det, kom jag på)

Språket då. Jag har inte reagerat på det förrän nu, men när jag läste märkte jag att författarna använder väldigt mycket beskrivningar, och att de ofta skriver helt rakt av. Det är väldigt svårt att förklara hur jag menar nu. Men man kan säga att de skriver allting väldigt tydligt, exakt som det är (Men herregud Mimmi nu fattar du ju inte ens själv vad du menar.) Det är inget poetiskt och vackert språk, om man säger så.
Jag säger inte att det är något fel med att skriva opoetiskt. Så länge det flyter på funkar det. Det är bara jag personligen som föredrar när språket är vackert.

Okej, det här måste vara den vettigaste recensionen jag skrivit på länge, och samtidigt känner jag att den inte är särskilt vettig alls.

Karaktärerna. Alltså, Viktor. Jag gillade honom redan i andra boken, men nu... Efter att ha läst Nyckeln... Jag tror till och med att han går om Finnick och ni vet att jag älskar Finnick. Men Viktor... Alltså... Puuuuuuuhhhhh. Hans personlighet är inte ens så speciell, och samtidigt är den det mest speciella som någonsin existerat (Nästan i alla fall.)
Men seriöst talat, den här trilogin behövde en bra maskulin karaktär som inte dör på sida 15 i första boken. Jag är helt okej med Rickard och Felix också... Och Gustaf, antar jag. Men trots att Gustaf fick vara med från första början så känner jag fortfarande inget speciellt för honom.
När det gäller de utvalda, så tycker jag ändå att alla har utvecklats på sätt och vis. Mina favoriter är nog fortfarande Linnéa och Vanessa, trots att Linnéa hade stunder då jag inte gillade henne.

Helt ärligt, så vet jag inte riktigt vad jag tycker om slutet. Det var helt okej, men det känns inte som ett riktigt slut. Det känns som ett slut, men inte som ett slut på en trilogi.
Oftast när man läser slutet på en serie så känns det... Komplett. Som att alla bitar föll på plats och man känner att allting är klart, att det inte finns något mer att göra med serien.
Men det här kändes inte så. Och samtidigt känns det som att jo, det är över nu.
Det som man har fokuserat på genom hela trilogin är över nu, men man skulle ändå kunna göra en fortsättning.

Nu, om ni ursäktar, kan jag inte låta bli att placera en spoiler-sektion här nedanför. Det är hemskt nödvändigt, förstår ni.
Så, spoilervarning för er som inte läst Nyckeln. Markera för att läsa:
Alltså förlåt men jag måste babbla på lite till om Viktor. Han dog i en j*vla mening. Bokstavligen. En mening. Och Minoo var typ känslomässigt bortdomnad för tillfället så hon brydde sig inte ens. Man fick inga känslor från omgivningen eller någonting. De bara placerade in hans död där som om det var vad som helst. Om ni bara visste hur arg jag blev. Jag bara stängde igen boken och lade den på bordet och vägrade att röra den på ett tag. Och sen berättade jag för mamma att min favoritkaraktär dog i en mening och sen grät jag. Och om en mening får mig att gråta är det en riktigt bra mening. Jag gråter inte alls ofta när det gäller böcker eller filmer eller liknande. Jag gråter nästan aldrig på grund av såna saker. Men nu, nu minsann.
Och grejen var, att jag inte ens var särskilt chockad. Eller, jag var chockad över hur kortfattad hans död var, men jag var inte chockad över att han dog. Det hade jag känt på mig ett tag. Någon gång efter att Minoo räddar Clara, så säger ju Viktor att han inte tänker låta någon skada Minoo. På grund av det, så trodde jag att han skulle dö för att han räddade hennes liv. Alltså hade jag föreställt mig hans död rätt så dramatisk, på åtminstone fem meningar, men det var tydligen för mycket begärt. 
Jag fick i alla fall lite känslor från omvärlden senare i boken. När Minoo träffade Clara och sedan gick till Viktors grav med Felix... Det var nästan så att jag bröt ihop igen.
Så, om ni ursäktar, så ska jag ut och leta efter blåmesar och sen ska jag gråta lite till.Slut på spoiler-sektion.
Så, kortfattat så var det en riktigt bra bok. Den var inte perfekt, speciellt med tanke på att det var sista delen i en trilogi, men den var ändå väldigt bra. Så om du gillade Cirkeln och Eld så tror jag inte att du kommer bli besviken på den här.

onsdag 12 mars 2014

Berättelse: Dragonborn (Del 2)

Del 1 ^^
(Publiceras idag för att en viss person glömde bort att publicera den igår~ Btw, varning: Den är lång. (För lång... (Påminner igen om att min engelska inte alltid är super~)))
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The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring up into a snow white ceiling. I turned my head to the left. There was a window, showing me green meadows, rippling streams sparkling in the sunshine, close-built houses, great forests, and so much life. People walking outside, birds I had never seen or even dreamt about, movements in the forests, in the sky, on the roads, everywhere. The sun was on its way down behind the trees, so I guessed it was afternoon. Where am I? Memories came rushing back to me. I was with a friend, but on my way back home I was… Kidnapped? But I broke free. I was running, but was soon grabbed by someone else. Golden-boy. We ran. We walked. We swam. There was a portal. I ended up here, in this country, wherever this was. Then I passed out. What was happening? Thousands of questions were making a mess in my head.
Suddenly the door was thrown open, and golden-boy entered. “I see you’re awake.” Because of the bright room, I felt like I could finally take a proper look at him. His black hair had been brushed, and wasn’t as messy as before. His golden-eyes were more beautiful than I’d ever imagined, and he had the longest eyelashes I’d seen. He was wearing a casual white shirt, a pair of dark brown—almost black—pants and brown leather boots. I stared at his clothing, and then turned to the window. Wagons were dragged by horses on narrow roads. The people outside were dressed in well-worn clothes, and the stores were nothing more than market stalls lined after each other. I thought about the berries, the portal, and started to put things together. This was some kind of fantasy world, wasn’t it? But was that really possible? No, of course it wasn’t. It had to be a dream. What else?
A young woman entered the room. Her blonde hair was tied in a knot, and her clothes—a long grey dress and an apron—told me that she was a servant. “Your Royal Highness,” she started, talking to golden-boy. “His Majesty is awaiting both of you in the throne hall.”
“I understand,” he answered.
The servant bowed, and then left the room.                                                                                 
“Your Royal Highness?” It was unbelievable. He couldn’t be… No.
“It’s exactly what it sounds like. I’m the son of a king, and right now that king wants to see us, so you should get dressed.”
I looked down at my clothes. Someone had changed me into one of those white traditional nightdresses. “Where are my clothes?”
Golden-boy shrugged. “I think the servant trashed them. I mean, I would’ve done the same. There were lots of big holes in them.” He whistled. “I wonder how that happened.”
“You bastard!” I jumped out of bed and tried to hit him, but he moved out the way and I hit the wall instead. “I’m going to kill you!”
He reached out his right hand, where bite marks were glowing irritatingly red. “Don’t forget you bit me.”
“And I’d gladly do it again!”
I grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him. Then I saw some folded clothes lying on a chair, and I remembered I had to go see the king. “Get out of here, I have to change.”
“Oh, so you mean I can’t be here when you do that? What a disappointment…”
“I’m seriously going to kill you, you idiotic moronic jerky bastard!”
He laughed, and turned to the doorway. “Sorry, I was just joking. Well, I’ll be waiting somewhere nearby, so just shout if you need anything.” And so he left, closing the door properly after him. I exhaled, and sank down on the bed. I wanted this dream to end now. I wanted to wake up in my own bed and realize it really was a dream. Because being here, in this messed up world that didn’t exist, felt too real.
I unfolded the clothes on the chair. It was two dresses. One white underdress, and then a bigger one made of silk. It was light blue, with a purple flower pattern. Under the chair, a pair of shoes had been placed. Blue—matching to the dress—high heels. I could only stare at the dresses and shoes. I was supposed to wear that? No way. I’d never liked dresses, and me in high heels was not exactly a beautiful picture. But what was I supposed to do? I took off the nightdress, and put on the underdress quickly, uneasy because of golden-boy standing nearby somewhere. The dress was tight, but it was okay. I swiftly took on the other dress as well, letting the long fabric fall down. I looked at myself in a mirror placed on the other side of the room. I barely recognized myself. It didn’t look like me at all. In the mirror I saw a girl with tangled red hair and bruises on her face. Her skin was almost as white as the ceiling, and her right arm had red marks on it, signs of someone wrapping their hand around her to tightly. But the thing that shocked her most of all was her eyes. They weren’t their natural green. They were golden. The same color as golden-boy’s eyes. They were staring at her, showing her the shock she felt.
It’s just a dream, don’t forget that.
I put on the shoes, and staggered to the door. Geez, the king will totally think I’m high on something, not even able to walk properly.
I came out in a long corridor. One of the walls was full of windows, leading out to a grass yard, while the other wall was full of paintings by artists I had never heard about. Golden-boy was standing a few meters away in front of one of the windows, deeply lost in thought. When he heard me coming—which wasn’t so hard because of the click-clacking sound that escaped every time the shoes met the hard floor—he looked up. Then he frowned. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you break your back?”
“Have you ever tried to walk in these!?” I pointed at the shoes.
He shook his head, making his hair fly all around him.
“Well then don’t say anything about it!”
I took the shoes off and held them in my hand instead. Golden-boy watched the shoes dangling in my hand with amusement. “What a good lady you are, walking barefoot in the king’s castle.”
“Can we just walk now!?”
We walked through corridor after corridor after even more corridors. We were both silent, busy with our own thoughts. I eyed the castle with amazement. It was all so big and light and clean. I took a glance out through one of the windows, where the yard was. In the middle, a beautiful fountain was placed. It pictured a female angel, and the water came from a flute she was playing. Around the fountain there were golden benches and apple trees, and further away there was a rose garden.
“Hey,” golden-boy suddenly said, “I feel like I should introduce myself.”
I nodded in agreement.
“Well, as you already know, I’m a prince. My name is Skyler Lionclaw, but I prefer to be called Skye…” He scratched his head. “It isn’t really much more to tell. Don’t trust anything I do or say, that’s pretty much everything you need to know. That I’m not a trustable guy.”
“That can’t be it. There should be at least hundred things about each person.”
“Well, not me.”
I let out a deep sigh. We stayed quiet for the rest of the walk. After a while we ended up in front of a huge couple of double doors, as white as the rest of the castle.
“Oh right,” Skye said, “there’s one more thing I should tell about me.”
“And that is?”
He kept his eyes set at the door handles, ready to push the door open. “I’m your fiancé.” And so he entered the throne hall and left me choking on my saliva. What!? Fiancé? But that means… No way! The words he’d said when I asked him who he was came back to me: “If I told you, you would take me for a psychopath.” Well, he was absolutely right about that.
I was frozen in shock. He was joking with me, right? It was a joke. It had to be. And even if it isn’t, this is still a dream.
I swallowed, and walked into the hall in order to meet the king, barefoot, with the shoes still hanging loosely in one of my hands. At least I could walk properly now.
On the other side of the hall, the king was sitting on his throne. He was a big man, with a long thick beard and golden eyes full of experience and wisdom. He stood up when we came, and the long robe he was wearing fell to the ground and was dragged after his feet. Then he saw my shoes, that weren’t where they were supposed to be.
“Are they really that uncomfortable?”
“Indeed they are, Your Majesty.”
“Oh no need to bother with titles. I am Elyon Lionclaw, and that is my son, Skyler Lionclaw, as you’ve already met. Welcome to Laminoux! To be more specific, you are currently in the country Seiva. In the city Asíva. In the king’s castle…” He seemed quite lost, not knowing what he was supposed to say. “…Well, milady, it’s your turn. Introduce yourself, please.”
“Well… My name is Theresa Grey, I…”
“Wrong. Try something else.”
I started to shake. What did he mean? It wasn’t wrong at all! My name was Theresa. Theresa Grey. Right?
“My mother is Janette Grey, and my father is Harry Grey.”
“Wrong, and wrong again.”
No, it’s not wrong. You’re lying. It’s not wrong at all.
But apparently, it was.
“In order for you to understand this correctly, I will have to tell you a long story. Do you want to hear it?”
“Yes, of course.” There was no way this issue had a logic explanation.
“Okay then. Well, it all started before you were even born. There was, no, is, a man known as the silver-king. His real name is Kalyos Maple. He was just an ordinary boy, like all boys. But he was alone, and unseen. He was never praised, never loved, never talked to. He tried, over and over, but people kept treating him like that. Because he was a bastard. His father made a mistake and got one of his servants pregnant, and Kalyos was the one who had to pay for it. So, one day, when he was older, he escaped to the forests. No one knew where he went, or what he was doing. But they didn’t exactly care, which they should have. Because Kalyos was teaching himself magic. Everyone, both silver-eyed and golden-eyed, is able to master magic, but it’s really hard. It’s nearly impossible. If you are lucky and find a very powerful mage who can teach you, your change is pretty big. But by yourself? No, that’s nothing I recommend. But Kalyos managed to do it. A few years later, he returned to his home. He tried using his new skills in order to make people do what he wanted. He was still innocent then, though. But as he kept experiencing and trying new things, he changed. He forced people to kill and burn and fight. The land became chaos, as did Kalyos. He was no longer aware about what he was doing. All he wanted was the power. He wanted people to look up to him, fear him, and regret what they did to him. But, here’s the thing. He was only able to control silver-eyes. You see, the magic is in our eyes. Golden-eyes get their power from warmth, while silver-eyes get their from coldness. Of course, there’s a lot of spells you can use on all kinds of people. But to possess someone’s mind and order them around, you need to have the same kind of magic. That’s why he wanted to get rid of the golden-eyes so badly. Because he didn’t have the power to control us. He did everything he could. He also discovered that he was a Dragonborn. A Dragonborn is a person with the power of a dragon. They can make the dragons obey them, which is a great advantage in a war. So he summoned the ice dragons, and we thought that was the end for us. That is where your mother comes into the story. She came here, to the throne room. She didn’t bow, or showed any ounce of respect. She just simply told us she was a Dragonborn, and that was it. I remember how everyone in here laughed at her. Her eyes started glowing even more than before, and suddenly she had put herself on fire, walking towards me. I remember it so clearly. I was staring at a walking fire. Everyone in the room was. She introduced herself as Calla Dragonir, and said she would summon the fire dragons for us if I would let you get engaged to my firstborn son, Skyler, who was just three months by then. You weren’t born yet. Your mother wasn’t even carrying you in her belly yet. She said she just knew that she would get a daughter next year.” He took a deep breath.
So, it was true then. I was engaged to the idiot beside me. I thought about everything Elyon had said so far. It was so much. Also, if my mother was one of these Dragonborns. Wouldn’t that mean I was one as well?
“Well,” The king continued. “She summoned the dragons. She also put up a barrier between silver and gold. A magic barrier that no one could pass. You had to teleport in order to cross to the others land, and teleporting isn’t always the easiest thing to do. A few weeks later, she got pregnant. I don’t know who the man was, if there even was one. Dragonborns are mystical in a lot of ways. So, one day, one of my guards found a little baby screaming outside the castle gates. A baby with flaming red hair. You were laying in a basket, with a note in it. Though, the only thing written on the note was Scarlet Dragonir. That’s your name—Scarlet, and you’re a Dragonborn, as your mother was. I haven’t seen her since she put up the barrier. No one has, I think. She left you here, and that was her goodbye.
Though, we were still living in war-times. When the dragons realized their master was gone, they went back to their cage, unreachable for all of us. The silver-eyes became stronger, and the barrier became weaker. I knew you were our only hope. You were the only Dragonborn I knew, and I knew we needed dragons to win. That’s why I sent you to the Earth. I used magic to hide your golden eyes, mixed with a few minds in order to make them believe you were their child, and sent you to Earth. I knew you would be safe there, until the dragon inside you would awaken. And that’s what happened yesterday. Your true power woke up, and that’s why the enemies, and Skyler, could track you so easily. Because your magical power went crazy, and we could easily sense it. So, Scarlet. It might be much, but we need you to summon the dragons, teleport to the enemies land, and defeat the silver-king, by destroying his dragon-sword. The dragons of ice wouldn’t listen to him then, and we could win.”
 I was astonished. It was way too much to take in at once. I had the power of a dragon. My name was Scarlet Dragonir. I was now supposed to make dragons obey me and defeat this silver-king. Yeah, sure, I could do that. Totally. That didn’t sound hard at all.
“Are you kidding me!?” I yelled. “You want me to do all that? I can’t. I’m sorry, but I really can’t. I may be able to summon these dragons in a few years, but teleport to your enemies and defeat their king? I’m not too sure about that.”
The king nodded. “I know it’s a lot, but it has to be you. I forgot to tell you this before, but your mother left her sword here too. I studied it, but every time I tried to touch it I nearly burned my fingers off. So I realized, after going to the library a few times, that it’s a dragon-sword of fire. That’s the only weapon that can destroy a dragon-sword of ice. A lot of golden-eyes have tried to kill him, since that would defeat him as well, but they all failed. After a few attempts, we figured that he must have made himself immune against dying. I didn’t think it was possible, but that must be the case. So, the only way to defeat him is to get rid of his dragon-powers, which must be done with another dragon-sword. And since you are the only Dragonborn of fire I know, you are the only one who can do it, Scarlet.”
I staggered on my feet. “Sorry, it’s just… So much.”
“I know, and I’m not going to force you to do anything.”
I’m the only one who can do it. So many lives were lying on my shoulders. They need me. They had been waiting for me. They had waited all these years—from the day I was sent to earth, to now, when the dragon inside me awakened. I couldn’t refuse. Thinking about all those people whose lives were at stake, I couldn’t say no.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.”
The king studied me with his wise eyes, and somewhere deep inside them, I was able to see proudness. “Well then, Scarlet. You’re free to change your mind, but if you don’t, I’d like to send you off as soon as possible. The barrier is getting weaker for every day, and their attacks are coming stronger and stronger.”
“I see. I just have to ask… Will I be going alone?”
“Not entirely. I’m planning to send Skyler with you. I wish I could send a whole army with you, but that would attract the enemies’ attention too easily. I want you to get there with the dragons without them knowing. Also, the chance of your survival is greater if you’re not noticed.”
Skye looked up in surprise. For the first time since I’d met him, he didn’t smile. “Father, are you…?”
“Not now, Skyler. I’ll talk to you later.” He turned to me. “I think that’s all for now. Before sending you off, I’d like you to practice some sword technique. Skyler will teach you a little tomorrow morning. Just the basic. Turning you into a proper warrior would take too much time.” Elyon stopped talking. He took a step forward, put his hands on my cheeks, and kissed my head. “I will owe you for the rest of my life, Scarlet.”
He told me to go back to my room, while asking Skye to stay. Well, I was actually going to walk straight back to my room, before realizing that I didn’t know the way there. The whole castle was just a huge labyrinth of corridors. So I decided to wait for Skye. I leaned back against a wall, when I suddenly heard Skye yell: “What the hell was that!?” The sudden outrage made me jump. It felt weird to hear him upset. He always had that kind of amused tone while talking to me, as if teasing me was the funniest thing he had ever done.
“Calm down, son.”
“Calm down? You want me to calm down!? Do you want her dead? Leaving me alone with her in the middle of a forest? What are you thinking!?”
I leaned closer to the door, in order to hear their conversation clearly.
“I trust you. That’s all.”
Someone, most likely Skye, walked back and forth. Aggressive steps echoed in the hall. “You can’t trust me. You can’t. I could kill her! It could happen at night, when she’s sleeping. I could sneak up on her and cut her throat off or stab her in the heart or strangle her or god knows what!”
“Skyler Lionclaw. I wouldn’t put you on this quest under these circumstances if I didn’t trust you. You are strong enough to handle it.”
“I killed my sister! I killed her because I was not strong enough to handle it! Nothing has changed now!”
“Do not get your sister involved in this!” The king was yelling as well now. I was shivering. What was this? Did Skye have some kind of weird urge of killing people, or what? I slowly stood up, and started walking through the corridor, barefoot, with shoes dangling in my hand.
What did I just say yes to? It was all so insane. Me, summoning dragons, killing silver-kings that no one else could kill. It was insane. Way too insane. But it’s a dream, so it doesn’t matter. I wasn’t so sure about that anymore though. It felt too real to be a dream. Me walking here in a huge white castle on the cold floor felt too real. Still, this world doesn’t exist, so it has to be a dream, after all. I kept telling myself it was, without actually believing it.
After walking for a pretty long while, I realized that I would never find the way back to my room. I sank down against the wall, sighing loudly.
“Scarlet? You’re planning on sleeping out here tonight?”
Skye was standing a few meters away, arms crossed over his chest, leaning easily against the wall.
“Yeah, sleeping on the floor in a corridor is surprisingly comfortable you know.”
He cracked a smile. Then he walked closer, and sat down on the floor beside me. “Are you really sure about this? Making friends with dragons and stuff?”
“No. I’m not sure about it at all. Still, it feels like it’s the right thing to do. I’m the only one who can, right? Everyone has been waiting for me, so I feel like I should do it.”
Skye’s golden eyes went focused on me. I raised my head, looking back at him. His eyes were so deep, as if you would end up falling into them forever, without ever hitting the ground. But unlike earlier when he took me through the forest and made me go through the portal and teased me, they were full of sadness now. I thought of asking about what I’d heard earlier. About him killing his sister, but in the end, asking that didn’t seem like a good idea. I wasn’t supposed to hear that conversation at all.
Skye turned away from me, placing his eyes at the window instead. “You could die. You’re aware of that, right?”
“Of course I am.”
He took a deep breath. “Well, you won’t be alone out there. It seems like you will have to deal with me a lot now.”
I couldn’t help but smile a little. Skye really was the most annoying person I’d ever met, but I couldn’t look away from the fact that I really would enjoy his company. In the end, he wasn’t that bad.
“Want me to help you find your room?” he offered.
“Sure. I can find it myself though. I know where I’m going.”
He chuckled, stood up, and reached out a hand to me. “Sure you do, Scarlet.” I took his hand and he helped me up. Then we walked. He took me to my room, we said goodnight, and that was it. I looked out through the window. There weren’t many people there anymore.
I went straight to bed, exhausted. Tomorrow I would learn how to wield a sword. I won’t be surprised if I manage to cut off my own head.
I looked up at the ceiling. Would I ever be able to go back to Earth? Would I ever see my family again? What would they think now, when I suddenly disappeared? A tear slipped out one of my eyes. Everything happened so fast. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want any of this. Yet, it all happened to me, and no one else. I was the only one who could do this. I, Scarlet Dragonir. The name felt weird. Up until now, I had been Theresa Grey, a girl with flaming red hair, green eyes, and a bad temper. Now in a few hours I had turned into someone entirely different.
There is no Theresa Grey anymore.
She doesn’t exist.
But Scarlet Dragonir does.
She’s right here; ready to give the silver-eyes a hard time.

Thinking like that, I eventually fell asleep.

***

Sa ju det – den blev lång. (Nästa del kommer nästa vecka, förhoppningsvis på tisdagen.)
Del 3

tisdag 4 mars 2014

Berättelse: Dragonborn (Del 1)

Okej så några dagar sen frågade jag om någon var intresserad av att läsa en engelska-berättelse jag skrev i skolan~ Och tydligen var någon intresserad~ Så här får ni början ^^ (Språket är inte alltid det bästa, jag vet~ ;) )
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I was never someone special. I was Theresa Grey, a girl with green eyes and red hair that was often compared to fire. But none of those things made me special. I was the girl with a bad temper who didn’t really have any friends—or well, I had, but I knew they didn’t really like me. They most likely only hung around with me because they didn’t want me to beat them up or yell at them. I was kind of a scary person. When I found someone irritating—which was more or less all the time—I didn’t try to hide it. I told them exactly what I thought, which caused fights. Yeah, I was trouble, and it had always been like that.
Also, from the day I actually started thinking about life, I realized that something was missing. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. I just knew that a part of me was missing, and had to be found.

I was walking home from one of those friends who were scared of me. It was my eighteenth birthday, and so far the day was nothing more than just an ordinary day.
It was nine o’clock, and the streetlights lightened up my way in a yellowish glow. Then, to my surprise, the lights went out. I looked around, astonished. It was nearly pitch black. Even the moon had been covered by clouds. I slowly started walking again, being on my guard. A breeze flew past, and the cold gave me shivers.
I suddenly heard something in the bushes. I turned around quickly, but I was the only one there, as far as I could see. I turned around again, finding myself standing face to face with a man. Or well, not exactly face to face. He was both taller and bigger than me. I jumped back in surprise, staring at him with wide eyes. His hair was black, reaching down to his waist. It was hard to make out any details, because of the darkness, but I could see a lot of jewelry glimmering. Silver jewelry. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rivets. Even his eyes were glimmering in silver, clear and beautiful.
“Found you, little girl,” he said before he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him, an evil smile smeared all over his face. “His majesty shall give me my prize. He shall give me silver, honor, the life of a duke!” The man almost started to shake from the excitement. Then he calmed down and glared at me. “Just follow me, little girl, and I won’t hurt you.”
I looked back at him, trying to hide how scared I was. I had to think. Going into a one-on-one battle with him didn’t seem like such a good idea. But if I could get the chance to run, I could make it. I’d always been a good runner. So, in order to not think more about it, I raised my hand that wasn’t being grabbed, and slapped him. It probably didn’t hurt that much, but it took him by surprise, and there was my chance. I broke free from his grip, and ran. I could hear him scream after me, but I was in my own little world, focusing on running. His quick footsteps were loud behind me, so I knew he was actually hunting me. This was a hunt. I was the animal, he was the hunter, and I wouldn’t be caught. I ran faster. There was a pretty long way left to the nearest house, but if only I could get some space, I could call the police. That’s when it happened. I was grabbed again, but not from behind, as expected. I was grabbed from the side, and violently pulled into the forest. By instinct, I was about to scream, but a hand covered my mouth. I took the moment to my advance and bit into it. The attacker jerked away.
“Ouch! What in the heavens do you think you’re doing!?” Judging by voice, the person in front of me was male. I tried to run away, but couldn’t. I looked down, noticing that I was literally being pierced to a tree. Or well, my clothes were. Several knife handles were sticking out of the bark, making holes in my clothes, keeping me in place.
“You pierced me to a tree!” I exclaimed.
“Well, you bit me, so I think we’re even.” He took a step closer. “If you promise to not run away, I’ll pull out the knives.”
“Why shouldn’t I run away?” I tried to understand something. Who was this? Who was the other man? What did they want? They were all questions I couldn’t find an answer to.
“There you are!” someone suddenly shouted. “Come here little girl!”
“Whoops, they found us,” the boy in front of me stated as he started to pull out the knives.
“I kind of figured that out myself. Also, don’t talk about us as if we’re a team.”
He grinned at me. “Oh, but we are. You just don’t know it yet.” He pulled out the last knives, and before I got the chance to run away from him, he took my hand and had me running after him.
Knives came flying towards us from all directions. I only managed to get a few glances of the people throwing them at us—they all wore silver jewelry, but that was pretty much everything I saw. Right after they threw away a knife, they disappeared behind a tree.
I studied the boy from behind. His figure was pretty slender, but still muscular. His head was full of dark messy hair reaching down to his shoulders, and—I hadn’t noticed it before—but he was wearing a lot of jewelry, like the people attacking us. The difference though, was that the attackers’ were of silver, and the boy’s were of golden. A golden-boy.
“Who are you?” I asked, eyes set on a ring dangling in his ear.
“If I told you, you would take me for a psychopath.”
“Oh,” I said. “So you aren’t a psychopath, then?”
He turned his head to me, and smiled.
We kept running for a while. I don’t know for how long, but I was getting really tired, and I didn’t know how long I would be able to keep it up. Then golden-boy abruptly stopped, which caused me to almost run into him. He looked around, listening. “I think we can take it easy from here, they should’ve lost us a long time ago.” He looked at me. “Should we go then?”
“Can you let go of my hand first?”
His eyes went down to his hand that was still holding tight onto mine. “Won’t you run away then?”
“I have no idea about where we are. Where would I run?”
“Well…” He thought for a moment. “Okay, I trust you on this one,” he said, as he let go of my hand. And I stood still. Mostly because I trusted this guy more than the others, who had been throwing knives at us.
“Let’s go,” I said.
His eyes—glowing in golden—watched me with gratitude, and his smile grew wider. Then he turned around and started walking, followed by me. It was a beautiful place. Especially now, when the sun was going up. I’d been away for so many hours. I wondered if someone had taken notice to my absence yet.
“There, we’re here.” Golden-boy stopped in front of a pond. His hand went down in a pocket, and suddenly he was holding a small pouch. He opened it and poured out some kinds of berries in his other hands. Then he reached it out to me. “Take one. Or two, if you want to become a fish…”
“What?”
“They make you able to breathe under water. They’re kind of powerful though… A friend of mine ate two, and had to stay under water for a week. He couldn’t handle oxygen anymore.”
“How do I know you’re not trying to poison me or something? Where are you taking me anyway? Why should I trust you!?”
He was lost in thought for a while. I patiently stood still, waiting.
“Well,” he finally said, “you shouldn’t. I don’t even trust myself most of the time.”
I sighed. But after all, he did help me, kind of. If he wanted me dead, he would’ve killed me already. So I took one of the berries and swallowed it. He did the same, and put the rest back into the pouch. Then he started to wade out into the crystal clear water. “Are you coming?”
I looked at the pond. What was this? Berries that gave you the power to breathe under water? It must be a trick. But when I looked at golden-boy standing there with water up to his knees and a tender smile, I was almost entirely sure that he only meant well. He didn’t want to hurt me.
I took a step out into the water, and then another, followed by another one.
“Good girl,” he said and gave me a pat on the head. It made me surprised, but also quite happy. He was annoying, indeed, but in that moment, I was truly able to believe he was a kind person, and that made me happy.
We went further out in the water, until we nearly couldn’t reach the sand beneath us. So we dived. I automatically held my breath at first, but then I stopped, and realized that what he had said was true. I could breathe under water. Even my vision had changed. It was as clear as ever, so I could see every single detail.
Our direction turned down. The pond was both bigger and deeper than I had thought. After a while, we came to a tunnel. The walls were shimmering in blue and purple and pink, and a lot of crystals were stuck to them.
We kept swimming, and I noticed how the tunnel slowly turned darker. It’s like a movie, I thought. Because I couldn’t accept the fact that this was reality. It couldn’t be, right? I was breathing under water. Things like that never happen in reality. I would soon wake up and realize this was all a dream. Because that was the only explanation I could come up with.
When lost in thought, I barely noticed how the tunnel came to an end. As the rest of the tunnel was dark, this little area dazzled with lights. It took a while before I was able to look at it without going blind.
Golden-boy took something out from his pocket again. It was a purple crystal, like the ones attached to the walls. He held the crystal in front of him, closed his eyes, and a few seconds later there were lights everywhere. I looked away. The lights were so strong, as if I was standing face to face with the sun. After a while the lights slowly died away. I was able to look again, and to my surprise there wasn’t a wall there anymore. It looked like some kind of glass-mirror, showing me a beautiful landscape with a white castle and… Dragons?
Golden-boy gesticulated towards the glass, telling me to go closer to it. I looked at him as if he was a total weirdo, before realizing that he actually was. I took a deep breath, and went closer to the glass. I reached out a hand towards it, having absolutely no idea about what was going to happen. I hesitated, but then reached it out further, and as my fingertip came in contact with the glass, I was dragged into it. The surprise attacked me with full force, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Then suddenly I was looking up at the stars. I was floating around in space, and it was all so calm and peaceful I just wanted to cry. But the area changed, and the next second I was walking through ice and fire, followed by a bright light that made me close my eyes. When I dared to open them again, I found myself in the landscape I had seen in the mirror. I was standing beside a pond, looking very much alike the pond I had just dived into. Without warning, golden-boy appeared in front of me.
“God you scared me!”
“Well, I’m glad you seem to have made it here safe and sound. Portals aren’t really trustworthy. A lot of people get stuck somewhere on the way.”
“Portal?”
“Yeah, that thing that just threw you out to space, moron.” I was about to yell at him for calling me moron, but he turned away. He looked up, over the treetops, where you could see a golden flag attached to a white castle.
“Welcome to Laminoux,” he said, “the land you were born in.”
I looked at him, astonished, waiting for some kind of explanation. But he just stood there, watching the flag sway in the wind. My head started to ache and the exhaustion after all the running, walking, swimming, caught up with me. I swayed on my feet, and leaned against a tree beside me. Golden-boy turned around and went pale when he saw me.
“Hey, you okay there?”
“I…” My voice died out. I felt so weak. The words wouldn’t come out, and my legs bended themselves underneath me.
“Ginger, don’t die on me now.”
“Don’t call me Ginger you idiot.”
That put a smile on his face, and he took one of my arms and put it around his shoulder. “You’ll be fine. If you still got the power to call me idiot, I know you’ll be fine. Also, you have ginger hair, so what’s wrong with calling you Ginger, Ginger?”
I wanted to hit him. Or bite him again, harder this time. But my arms felt limp beside me, and I could barely keep my eyes open anymore.
“You’re just exhausted,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you some rest.”
And so I passed out.


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