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Friday, October 6, 2006

Part 10
I am sorry I haven't posted anything these last two days. I have been sick and I really wasn't in the mood to translate and post anything. But, I am all better now and ready to continue to post my story for you.
I am also sorry that I didn't complete the fan art I intended. I'll try completing it in a day or two.
OK, let's continue the story:

Chapter II /Section 3/ (Part 10)

      Hazim laughed again. He has noticed that she gets close to anyone she meets, but not so intensively like today. She probably didn't have time to make friends with everybody because they were always on the move. He looked at her. She sat quietly. It seemed as if she decided not to ask him anything until he decides to tell her himself. Suddenly, he said:
      - My mentor got killed.
      - I'm really sorry...
      - I am a level eight pupil. We start our training at the age of ten.
      - Which is the highest level?
      - Tenth.
      - Does that mean you will never be able to become a mentor?
      - I would get another mentor of the same school have I managed to complete my task.
      - Of the same school?
      - Yes. It is the same area of study.
      - What happened?
      - My mentor gave me a task before he died. That task binds me, unless I complete it to the end, or unless its completion becomes impossible.
      Adila wanted to ask more, but Hazim stopped her:
      - Don't ask me about my task; because that is the answer I cannot give you.
      - I understand.
      They fell silent again, but Adila sensed that she has managed to breach trough the armor of this Burhan and probably received a friend in him. She was glad about that, because, although she has almost reached Ilderin, the purpose of her journey still didn't seam near. She wondered what happened to Jelil. If he was still alive? Will she manage to find him? She also thought of her father and the complaint. Who knows what happened with it? She felt as if she has been away for a very long time. She remembered Zibia affectionately.
      Did Jelil also feel this way, separated from his home world, although we did our best to make him feel well with us?
      - You could try to get some sleep. We'll have a lot to do when we reach Ilderin.
      She nodded her head, leaned it at her coat, that she placed at the small metal container, and closed her eyes.

      - Adila. Get up, we're here.
      Did I fall asleep after all?
      In the silence of cargo hold, she began to feel troubled over the success of her undertaking, fear that Jelil might already be dead, homesickness and a wish to see her father. She thought she won't fall asleep at all. She jumped at her feet and skillfully sneaked out of the ship with Hazim to the shore. Hazim left her in a pleasant small part and left to, as earlier agreed, meet with someone who provided them with falsified Ilderins' documents. The park was pleasantly sunny; people walked and children played. Suddenly, a child's toy found itself in front of her. She reached it and, with a smile, gave it to the child that came for it. The child thanked her in Ilderinian and ran off, and his mother approached Adila.
      - Ah, those children. Toys all around.
      Adila only smiled with understanding.
      - I have never seen you here before. Oh, please sit down, do not stand.
      The child's mother sat beside her. Adila started to feel panic, but she tried to keep her appearance calm. Having found someone willing to listen, the mother talked all about her son, her care for him, and Adila patiently listened and smiled friendly, hoping that Hazim will come soon. She had no courage to apologize and leave the park herself. She could easily make a mistake in her choice of words or her accent and reveal that she was a stranger. She was afraid of what might happen, no matter how pleasant this woman seemed. She was certain that this was a very kind person and a caring mother, but if Ilderins avoid strangers, it could happen that, wishing to protect her child, she would immediately give her in to the authorities on Ilderin. She finally saw him. Noticing her look, the woman turned.
      - Your friend? I suppose it was him you were waiting for.
      She waited for Hazim to get near and then introduced herself friendly, and called him and Adila for a visit, if they can spare some time. Hazim thanked her for an invitation very politely, expressed his sorrow that they are only passing by, and his hope that they will have an opportunity to visit these areas again. Then, with an expression of worry, warned Adila that they will be late if they don't leave now, and led her out of the park. Adila, almost unnoticeably, breathed a sigh of relief. Hazim gave her the Ilderin's documents made for her and noticed silently.
      - I see you have already become a true Ilderin. What happened?
      - I only passed a toy to a child.
      - But, it seemed to me as if you were talking.
      - She spoke and I only nodded my head wherever it seemed needed and smiled friendly.
      Hazim couldn't suppress a laugh.
      - You're amazing. It seems as if I will have fewer worries with you then I thought.
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