One day there will be enough words to explain to you how much i feel… for now i will just silently await for my opportunity, and one day this melody inside my head will stop playing. As for now: relax and enjoy the music.
Skinny and twisted by his old age, sitting on the oldest bench in the cyti near the house build by his father. Bald old man, with still few bits and strips off grey hair hanging on both sides just over his ears. His mouth is one horrendous sight, yellowed and broken teeth, some of them rotting inside his mouth for years, soon hi will even lose thous few which are still hanging in that heal hole, as it seems they had to evacuate with others, long time ego. Even bravest men could not stand of looking into old mans mouth as he trays to pass on knowledge of old, still his words seem to sound rather pleasant as his soft and calm voice tells everything you need to know about kingdoms around us, wars and gods.
“What it is like to live in dead lands” old man spits thous words out like there is no tomorrow, irritated he continues ” we tough our children of wisdom and peace, and now you all follow her into flames, like an idiots, and like idiots you all will burn…!” probably outburst of words and emotion hurt old mans heart, streets welcomed sound of him coughing and grasping for air as one of his granddaughters took him under his arm and lead old man back inside…
“Enough of fresh air for today, grandpa” young girls voice seems to calm old man as everything what was needed to say was seed already, hi steps into the house, followed by his sweet granddaughter and couple of heavy armed men. His yelling has attracted some unwonted attention.
“People are scared, my lady” one eyed man whispers thous words as quite as possible, still for Fiamma to hear.
” People are always scared, of wars, famine…” she pauses as they both pass old mans house, and then continues ” Fear is just another disease, and everyone are affected”.
There is not much to be seed about this two foreigners, as they seem to blend in completely in to the crowd in central squire of Red keep. Fire festival continues, and Hana bolt out from the crowd knocking one eye man on his ass.
” Watch your self, my dear knight, as that boy almost killed you” with smile on her face she watches him brush off dust.
” Had i more time, i would…” you can hear anger in his voice, it flows like fire through his all body “My lady, i fear i can’t hold my anger back” all read but still with fear in his eyes hi watches Fiamma turn around and slowly walk towards bone fire ” but my lady…? “.
” But what ? ” she spins around, and dashes towards knight ” As i seed, breath… and don’t think about it… in few minutes i will save as all from fear…” and she would continue, but knight interrupted her ” And my anger will be gone as well” hi glances with his one green eye in to hers.
” Yes my knight, your anger as well, i will heal as all”
Everyone knew already who she was, as her purple cape reveals it all, even grand fire priest steps back from his usual position on festival ground to make room for her to pass, everyone gather around. In the crowd you can hear different curse words a being seed ” She’s a witch” some one from the back yells, another one ” She works with all that is evil” and spits on the ground… crowd is being filed up with hate, but still no one trays to stop her, and she observe everything with that smile she always had on her.
Her purple silk cape, slides gently from her solders, reviling women of royal beauty. Rich dark hair, green eyes, lips which you could kiss for hours and so red it seemed unreal. Skin welcomed setting sun, and you can see how smooth and fragile it is. Dress which reviled more that accustom but still not too much, as it tightly draw her figure most men could not take eyes from her breast what to say about her in general, as everyone stares at her with hungry looks and envy smiles shes yells out ” What you will seen now, forever will cure you, and now fear will linger behind you”. So you don’t see savior of all living every day , and this was one of the best looking ones. Knight stays back in the crowd and she steps closer to roaring fires, and now everyone breathless, observing what will come next.
She turns graciously and looks deep into the fire, people with they eyes follow her little steps towards it. With out any hesitation or ill though she falls into pulsing fires of festival. For a moment it seemed everything is fine, but then twisted with pain and fear voice spits out from fire ” Why you left me my lord..!” the is no way to describe frustration it her tone, as her long black hair burned first burning her face, her lips crack as her skin was trying to peal of her face, her dress caught on fire easy and burned in blink of an eye reviling her breast for fire to touch and play around them, and when her last breath burned out from her lungs old man yelled out ” Witch burns, and we all will burn with her now”