Abarak 5The port was the largest Aiden had ever seen. His head was dizzy, he knew the journey would once end, and they would arrive, but he'd never fully grasped the idea. What had for so long been blurry at the back of his mind was suddenly crystal clear right before his eyes. New ships arrived and were tied to the docks, where the goods, bought and sold, were carried in an out in boxes, barrels and chains. The carriers were tall, both men and women. The builders on the construction next to it were just the same. Humans and half-elves. Dark, pale and red hair and skin, voices speaking languages he had never heard before.
One of the carriers dropped a wooden box he was carrying, and the contents - a full load of silvery white furs - spread on the ground. A short man clad in blue velvet and black leather boots ran to him, and started screaming something in another language he did not understand. It seemed to have words of Hardig mixed into it, 'deliver', 'money', 'dog' and 'prostitut
Abarak 4It took three days before the sailors started talking about other things than the serpent, which some believed had been cursed by a witch, some that it was, indeed, a witch. As soon as the boy's mother was brought up, the captain's stern look silenced the crew. By Harom's heedful treatment the wound healed. As he checked the leg, the boy turned his head away. "Are you all right?" The man hated the way his own voice quivered. "I am missing a leg." There was something disturbingly familiar in the way his master spoke. Harom hated this. Now there was not a single step he could take without stepping wrong. The best way out was to step on the trap and take what was coming. "But how do you feel?" The boy slung his perfectly calm gaze at him as if to hit him with it. "How should I feel?"
Harom flinched and pulled his hand away as the boy suddenly twitched the leg stump he had absently rested it on. "Will it be all right?" The boy asked as if he couldn't care less. He nodded. "It will heal, th
Abarak 3As dawn arose, every trace of the night's terror was gone. The sailors began to fix the tattered ship the best they could. The captain gave them a permission to use the white wood they were shipping with them, but hadn't been seen since. He was locked into his cabin with the boy and the pale man, letting them rely to themselves of the horrors they had seen. By time they would mix together, grow out of proportions and turn unrecognisable - only another sailor legend of beasts and heroes, just one among thousands.
The city of Brethage was a massive structure housing thousands of people and thousands of elves. It had been born as a port town, a simple fishing hamlet by the sea, and grown and spread from there on, to a harbour to ship goods from the east to west and west to east, necessities of the poor and the exotic goods of the rich. As it grew it begun to degenerate, becoming the filthy, fat beast it was today, only working to support itself. Summer had already begun to fade, but some
Abarak - chapter 2There was a chaos at the deck. Sailors were running around trying whatever they could do save themselves and the ship from a sea monster now trying to sink the ship. Great waves threw over the ship as the serpent toyed with the ship like a cat with a live mouse. None of the people on board seemed to be working together, but stumbling together trying to do whatever they saw best, whether it was to kill the beast, drive it away, steer the ship away, or escape it.
Harom ran up and reached the chaos outside, his gaze restlessly going through everything that happened, blindly hoping to see the boy, just a glance. He saw nothing in the havoc and screams all around him. It was the very last place for a child ordered into his protection ought to go, and by some subtle instinct the place he knew he'd show up. The men and women on board ran around, slipping in the water that kept pouring down from the black skies. The serpent stuck its head back up, and gave a shriek, perhaps of rage or delight.
Abarak - chapter oneA young boy stood at the stern of a ship, and stared at the slowly fading shore, the last trace of his old homeland. The day was grey, and the harsh sea wind tousled his red hair. He was barefoot, cold but not shivering. The dark, slate sea spread all around him. He should have been upset. Everything he knew was now gone forever. He should have been exited. A whole new world would now replace it. Everything had been organised, everything had been done for him. His uncle's ship would take him. All there was to do was to stare at the declining Port Carnen. The ship's captain, his walked beside him and leant on the rail.
"You waiting for the storm?" the tall man asked, expecting no answer. He got none. His nephew was a quiet child. He could never truly decide whether it was of shyness or arrogance. "Your father, Aiden, you know he used to be terrified of them, growing up." The sea hummed and the calls of seagulls faded. They had no reason to fly this far to the sea. The port town was hard