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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Part 5
Since the chapters of my story are quite long, I separated some sections with ***. So, let's say what you read was "section 1" of the first chapter, and today I'll start with a second section. I'll continue numbering the parts until the first chapter is complete.
Today is the day you finally get to meat my avatar (or see her description, at least). She is... well, I better let you read. Tomorrow, you'll learn her name and get to know her character.
Well, let's continue the story, shall we?
Chapter I /section 2/ (part 5)
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Fire! The city is burning! I must get to it. I must see if there are any survivors. I must help the defense; we must get the children out of the shelter before it's too late.
He opened his eyes with difficulty. He lay in a comfortable white bed. His wounds were taken care of and dressed. The sunlight that penetrated through the window hurt his eyes, so he turned his head away. In the armchair beside the bed an unknown girl slept. She was heedlessly covered with a blanket over her knees. She could be about 18 years old. Her hair was golden-brown and her complexion unusually fair, at least to his experience, for all the people that lived in his homeland had dusky complexion because of the climate that ruled in that area. Her face was calm and peaceful. Looking at her, he felt that here, wherever he was, there was no danger for him. That feeling calmed him down a little, although his whole body still burned of the injuries he received; and his soul was hurting because of the fate of his home town and his ignorance of what happened his mother, Abas, his friends,...
I must have fallen asleep.
He glanced at the armchair again. It was empty. However, the fact remained that he was still in the same tidy little room, in a white bed. His wounds were hurting less now. He attempted to get up, but he didn't have the strength.
How long have I been here already? Moreover, where am I in the first place?
He carefully looked around the room he was in. Printed books lay on the shelves on the other side of the room.
Paper. I have never seen a paper book. I am probably not on Adem anymore. But, that's impossible! I was in no condition to swim to the shore, let alone cross to another continent!
Adems stopped using paper to print books long ago. Those books were too big and unwieldy. They used special tablets that enabled easy reading and simple reviewing of the books' contents. He looked confusedly at the titles of the books. They were written in a language unknown to him. At least one thing was clear. Wherever he was, these people are not Adems. He knew every dialect of Ademian language. These books weren't written in any of it. They couldn't be Ilderins, either, for their literary language and writing was known to him. Besides, they probably wouldn't let him live. Burhans? Considering the latest news about them, the probability of some of them living peacefully in their home, undisturbed by the Ilderin conquerors, was too small to even take into consideration. He started thinking about the books' titles. He saw clearly the symbols in his head and, for some unknown reason, they started to seem familiar to him. He looked at the books again, more carefully this time. It seemed to him that he started to catch glimpses of the words: 'Life cycle of the sea spider', 'Pakarans, birds or mammals?', 'Bulk, the predator plant',... After only three titles he could clearly read the words and understand them completely. He was amazed and a little bit scared by what has just happened. He could still claim with certainty that this is neither of the languages he had ever learned; but he understood it completely, as if it was his mother tongue. He looked away from the bookshelf abruptly. He did not dare to take another look in that direction. He turned to the window. According to the light, it must have been getting dark already. He wanted to look through the window to see where he was, but he established again that he had no strength to move. He heard footsteps approaching. A girl he saw before appeared at the door. When she saw he's awake, a smile lightened her face.
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