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As the icy winter winds blow violently across the land, Nicholi stumbles, falling over his two feet, face first into the snow. He lays there, chest towards the moon, hoping and praying to a god he no longer believes in that someone will come to his rescue. As a soft blanket covers his now motionless body, Nicholi’s eyes close allowing him to dream for what may be… the last time.
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Tuvia and Ana make their way hastily through the fields in hopes of finding shelter before the falling rain of a creeping storm forces itself upon them. Snow gently begins to fall to the ground and the leaves have already abandoned their branch homes, signaling that winter has arrived; and so early, for it is barely the month of all hallows eve. This bizarre change in weather could be at the worst, a sign that Apocalypse is on its way. Together Tuvia and Ana make a pair that is of unmentionable strength and passion. Together they are invincible, unaffected by war or the harsh claws of the seasons. Being bred of only the purest and most honored human blood their fate is simply that, with what others see as no chance of deviation. Yet they’ve managed to break free of their Romeo and Juliet captivity and have taken to more free accommodations. As their journey continues they come upon a young man covered entirely by snow and with a heart that barely beats.
“Leave him Ana” Tuvia turns and treads in the other direction
“He’s not worth our time”
“And who are you to judge him Tuvia? What gives you the right to act as god?”
Ana kneels next to the man, placing her head close to his listening for what might be the slightest hint of a breath. After feeling the constant flows of air, and hearing a heartbeat so consistent one could almost dance to the beat, Ana attempts to speak to the stranger and awaken him from his frozen slumber.
“My friend, can you hear me? My name is Ana”
With no noticeable recognition from the man, Ana places a hand upon each shoulder and gives him a gentle shake and then a more aggressive one, pulling him simultaneously from the snow.
“Awaken, you are in safe hands now, no harm will come to you”
The man’s eyes flutter open, darting from side to side before finally resting upon the unfamiliar face. His lips begin to part in an attempt to form words, yet the only sound that escapes them is a soft whisper
“Nicholi”
“Nicholi”
Ana repeats his name, then smiles, showing the kindness and affection that first brought Tuvia to her.
“My name is Ana, and the man over there, he’s Tuvia, don’t mind him, he is not one to welcome strangers, but his reasons are sound; perhaps a conversation for another time. How are you feeling?”
Nicholi sits up and looks at his surroundings, seeing only a barren land of snow and the occasional tree, dead from the vicious winds of winter.
“I am feeling well, for being covered in snow and awoken by a woman whom I have never met. Where are we? If you don’t mind my asking, I am supposed to be making my way to Alzatrov; yet the spirit of winter seems to have found a reason to delay me”
“We’re off the mountain ranges of Keltroj just 50 miles east of your destination. And yes, our winter spirit Hiber seems to be overstaying his welcome. Come Nicholi, you will travel with us, but you must earn your keep, talk to Tuvia about that, he’ll inform you of your duties”
With that Ana got up and began walking towards Tuvia thinking that perhaps Nicholi is the answer to a question she’s been asking for as long as she could remember.
“Tuvia” Ana says “I’ve invited Nicholi to travel with us to Alzatrov, he is a strong one, and we’ll be able to use him”
She didn’t want Tuvia to know she thought Nicholi could be the one, for if he wasn’t, Tuvia would never forgive her.
“Ana, we don’t have the food or supplies necessary to house another person! What were you thinking? This is something that will tear us apart Ana, we know nothing about him, who he is, where he comes from, or what race he’s a descendant of, for all we know he could be a killer, and you have given him a direct path to our lives”
Tuvia turns, with his arms crossed and a look on his face that matches the tone of his voice.
“Tuvia please, just take my word on this, I know there’s something about him, I know that he is a good man, just as I knew you were; when everyone told me otherwise, I trusted you, I saw what they didn’t. You can’t possibly stand there and chastise me for the same reason you fell in love with me. I told him to come to you for his duties; I promise you he’ll hold his own”
Ana, in a cautious manner glides along the snow and wraps her arms around Tuvia, whispering in his ear
“Be good to him my love, and don’t trouble yourself with concerns of his past or race, he’s obviously human, and if anything, there’d be only elf in his bloodline, just as there is in almost every human, save us. We saw our purity as a curse, so we cannot judge him based on his blood: pure or otherwise.”
With that Tuvia sighed, knowing once again that Ana was right. While telling her that he would do his best with Nicholi and that he loves her, Tuvia planted a gentle kiss upon his lover’s cheek.
“Boy!” Tuvia called out to Nicholi “if you’re going to be traveling with Ana and me, you’re going to have to do your fair share of the work”
After a long and tedious explanation, Nicholi was suddenly in charge of packing the horse whose name was appropriately Onyx, after his midnight black mane and tail and the charcoal look in his eyes. The newcomer was also instructed to hunt and prepare dinner twice a week, as well as set up camp on the nights that Ana and Nicholi were otherwise preoccupied.
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Tuvia and Ana make their way hastily through the fields in hopes of finding shelter before the falling rain of a creeping storm forces itself upon them. Snow gently begins to fall to the ground and the leaves have already abandoned their branch homes, signaling that winter has arrived; and so early, for it is barely the month of all hallows eve. This bizarre change in weather could be at the worst, a sign that Apocalypse is on its way. Together Tuvia and Ana make a pair that is of unmentionable strength and passion. Together they are invincible, unaffected by war or the harsh claws of the seasons. Being bred of only the purest and most honored human blood their fate is simply that, with what others see as no chance of deviation. Yet they’ve managed to break free of their Romeo and Juliet captivity and have taken to more free accommodations. As their journey continues they come upon a young man covered entirely by snow and with a heart that barely beats.
“Leave him Ana” Tuvia turns and treads in the other direction
“He’s not worth our time”
“And who are you to judge him Tuvia? What gives you the right to act as god?”
Ana kneels next to the man, placing her head close to his listening for what might be the slightest hint of a breath. After feeling the constant flows of air, and hearing a heartbeat so consistent one could almost dance to the beat, Ana attempts to speak to the stranger and awaken him from his frozen slumber.
“My friend, can you hear me? My name is Ana”
With no noticeable recognition from the man, Ana places a hand upon each shoulder and gives him a gentle shake and then a more aggressive one, pulling him simultaneously from the snow.
“Awaken, you are in safe hands now, no harm will come to you”
The man’s eyes flutter open, darting from side to side before finally resting upon the unfamiliar face. His lips begin to part in an attempt to form words, yet the only sound that escapes them is a soft whisper
“Nicholi”
“Nicholi”
Ana repeats his name, then smiles, showing the kindness and affection that first brought Tuvia to her.
“My name is Ana, and the man over there, he’s Tuvia, don’t mind him, he is not one to welcome strangers, but his reasons are sound; perhaps a conversation for another time. How are you feeling?”
Nicholi sits up and looks at his surroundings, seeing only a barren land of snow and the occasional tree, dead from the vicious winds of winter.
“I am feeling well, for being covered in snow and awoken by a woman whom I have never met. Where are we? If you don’t mind my asking, I am supposed to be making my way to Alzatrov; yet the spirit of winter seems to have found a reason to delay me”
“We’re off the mountain ranges of Keltroj just 50 miles east of your destination. And yes, our winter spirit Hiber seems to be overstaying his welcome. Come Nicholi, you will travel with us, but you must earn your keep, talk to Tuvia about that, he’ll inform you of your duties”
With that Ana got up and began walking towards Tuvia thinking that perhaps Nicholi is the answer to a question she’s been asking for as long as she could remember.
“Tuvia” Ana says “I’ve invited Nicholi to travel with us to Alzatrov, he is a strong one, and we’ll be able to use him”
She didn’t want Tuvia to know she thought Nicholi could be the one, for if he wasn’t, Tuvia would never forgive her.
“Ana, we don’t have the food or supplies necessary to house another person! What were you thinking? This is something that will tear us apart Ana, we know nothing about him, who he is, where he comes from, or what race he’s a descendant of, for all we know he could be a killer, and you have given him a direct path to our lives”
Tuvia turns, with his arms crossed and a look on his face that matches the tone of his voice.
“Tuvia please, just take my word on this, I know there’s something about him, I know that he is a good man, just as I knew you were; when everyone told me otherwise, I trusted you, I saw what they didn’t. You can’t possibly stand there and chastise me for the same reason you fell in love with me. I told him to come to you for his duties; I promise you he’ll hold his own”
Ana, in a cautious manner glides along the snow and wraps her arms around Tuvia, whispering in his ear
“Be good to him my love, and don’t trouble yourself with concerns of his past or race, he’s obviously human, and if anything, there’d be only elf in his bloodline, just as there is in almost every human, save us. We saw our purity as a curse, so we cannot judge him based on his blood: pure or otherwise.”
With that Tuvia sighed, knowing once again that Ana was right. While telling her that he would do his best with Nicholi and that he loves her, Tuvia planted a gentle kiss upon his lover’s cheek.
“Boy!” Tuvia called out to Nicholi “if you’re going to be traveling with Ana and me, you’re going to have to do your fair share of the work”
After a long and tedious explanation, Nicholi was suddenly in charge of packing the horse whose name was appropriately Onyx, after his midnight black mane and tail and the charcoal look in his eyes. The newcomer was also instructed to hunt and prepare dinner twice a week, as well as set up camp on the nights that Ana and Nicholi were otherwise preoccupied.
