The Dalesch - Chapter I: The Dusk
It's something I wrote a long time ago (did some changes though) while I was at school learning English :-). Looking forward to your critics... The story is designed to captivate you, I hope.
***************************Epilogue***************************
I was roaring when someone opened the door and felt that I was plunging into a large hole. The devils were roaring with laughter. It was distasteful. I saw flickering flames coming nearer and nearer to me. It seems to be a curse on my family. I remembered my grandmother telling me that before Jesus-Christ’s arrival, our family was well-known in all the country.
We had mighty powers. We were wizards and witches, acting on both sides… For different obscure reasons having happened in the past, our family was still endangered. They wanted to take over the powers we were given by the throne of one of the Saints. It was the reason for this attack. I was in a darkness of emptiness, as if there was a hand which tightened around me.
A merciless and boundless dark might was trying to slay me. I struggled with all my strength and found a way out. I was concentrating my power to fight back when silence felt on me. They all had disappeared. Only gloom was around me. What scornful devils really... All the room was in disarray. As if a storm had been in the bedroom. They had sprinkled ruin. I felt such anger in me. I wanted to hit them hard, to bring them the same. Nevertheless, I knew that there was no reason to dash. One day, there will be a last fight and I will be ready to demolish their stupid powers with a shrug. One thing I was sure of: everybody would understand if they and their family had been tracked down for a long time.
***************************The Dusk***************************
This hill was hairy. Far from any tangle, any din, any problem. You can stare at the trees, the sky, the sun falling and the dusk coming. When they were exhausted and ill-fated about their life… This hill was the solution. They liked to stroll in this area. To chat…
The gale was strong. They were on time, this time. They were looking up to their realm. No wounds weeping… If they had the choice, they would like to pass away here. Cindy, on behalf of the group, had worked on her mission flat out. She was wearing a black dress and high heel shoes. She had auburn wavy hair. At only 19 years old, she was the youngest of the group. She was the daughter of a wealthy family, which had a two-hundred year old stately home, with a beautiful meadow, not too far. She had her own en-suite bathroom. In the house, maids were working for her parents, doing the washing, the ironing. Cleaning all the rooms of the house, she never did anything like that. Even if the house was very old, her parents had done up it, so she could use a mixer tap in her bathroom.
It was now time to own up what he'd seen... Each of them remain silent. Levis owed an explanation why.. And where? Sonro and Daly, the Simples, the Humbles of the group, who lived like tenants in a block of flats, near center skyscrapers, opened the confounded way. All the members knew the theme. Erich, in a glance, looked around the group. He started. He handled the altar. Levis was now in front of the altar. A gust came and moved his hair. By the light of the Dalesch, Levis’ shadow gave a grim feeling. They were feverishly concentrated on a huge light. Hanara was the flimsy member of the group. She was very strong-willed but always having the funk when things went wrong. Levis, the forebodings’ master, in control of the forethought's, began to speak:
"Calloused faces. Heaps of problems. Seriously, I do not know why they have decided to lure one of us out. It is getting difficult, I can see tombstones… Someone is laughing while I can hear a blastering radio playing music. It will be a strong play. A rough blow, many sobs… Somebody is bleeding in a corridor... Wounds could be healed", Levis added with his hoarse voice. There all stay still. They were frightened but it was helpless. There was no way for escape. One of them would be the victim, maybe safe with the help of god, in search of the light. And this person will come back with a gaunt face because of this time in hell: harmless and harshly treated, like in horse-play. It meant many impediments on the godless road. But it always had been to strive and do the best for the Dalesch. But what a lonesome person while this time, without a glow. Hither and thither a foolish fiend with foam... A frosty weather all the time in this dark alley will be taken. They thought all about that…
"It will be a fortnight’s fight", he said.
No cowardice, no possible escape to this scheduled nightmare. Daly brought up.
"We don’t have to get down. When the time will come, we should be together. We will support him, even if we are far from him. Our minds will ever be in contact. Don’t lose your confidence, never or they will succeed! And we’ll lose the altar".
Albeit she told the truth, the faces were ashen. Sonro knew that they blundered, aimlessly amidst a wide confusion. But they ought to be the apostles of Mercy, for God’s sake. It was their mission. Suddenly Cindy took the speech awkwardly.
"I have to put something forward, because of my mission... We know that you are the one they want. I did researches on your ancestors. Your family possesses the throne of the Saints. You could be the victim and automatically you should. You know that you’re the only one who can fight and rescue our power placed in the Dalesch", she paused. She looked around each faces before continuing.
"They would destroy your family and our group too. Don’t let us down. I mean, don’t give in when you’ll be in front of them. They will probably tempt you, handle you but you just have to go on. You are going to see spooky things and they will pester you. Then you will be shattered when it will be about time to find the key for freedom. At this crunch, please do not skive off", she finished. The dusk was now replaced by a deep and dark atmosphere, crowded with heaviness. Beyond the sky, the birds could see a bright dot of light, which seems to be a bush ablaze. Abel nodded, showing he had agreed and raised his fist towards the hazed sky. Abel was home an hour later, now dealing with something he didn't expect. Dania had rushed to his place to give him a hand as he didn't know what to say about his uncle Harry, something out of nowhere as he never liked him.
"I’ve been waiting since a long time ago and now the time is coming. In honor of my family, I promise to do my best for our success in front of the Devil, mighty God!"
"It is written", said Hanara. Then they slowly went towards Abel and hugged him one after the other. Afterward, they were in the traffic jam and took their own direction. Hastily, tomorrow could be the time.
Abel was home an hour later and had found out that his uncle Harry had died. He called Dania, who rushed to his place to give him a hand. He never really knew him and needed some advice about what to say about him..
"For instance, you can make a speech or drop his family a line!" Dania said.
"What you try to tell me, it’s up to you, isn’t it?" Abel replied sarcastically.
"Of course Abel, come on, it’s not that hard!" Dania looked at him with the expression of someone doubting of his sanity, that he had to laugh. But it was clearly bad as he didn’t know what to do or what to say. He was conscious that he had to do with this burial. He never spoke with his him…
"Well, Dania, I will write a letter. It’s all I can do."
"Ok, it’s all right Abel. Don’t feel so bad. I realize it is hard for you, but in the long run, one or two years later, you’ll know you did your best!" She told him she’ll make certain about this letter. Then she took her boxes and left the house. He was alone now. Dania had her short red hair cut and always wearing a big necklace. She was so overloaded with bags or files. He liked her for sure… But was there more to it that he could bring himself to think straight about it? He was lingering into a new dimension thinking of her then remembered that it has to deal with the death of his uncle. He had no clue what he could say about such a distasteful uncle. He was dead now but conventions and rightness obliges you to show your distress and pain. Eerily, he looked up the sky. And suddenly he could sense it, the time was coming. To get himself busy, he went to his couch and started watching TV but it couldn’t get out of his mind all he had dealt with and that sill had to be done. Suddenly somebody knocked at the door. He stood up and nearly stumbled because of a tennis ball.
"Hi", said a voice that he recognized immediately.
"That’s me Dania again". Dania, he thought? Did she forget something here? He opened quickly the door and looked her in the eyes. Something was wrong the way she was standing. He invited her in and as she entered, she walked directly in the living room and sat down without a word. He came after her.
"What’s the matter Dania?"
"I have to own up to you about something Abel!"
He stared at her. His body contracted with pain as he was afraid to listen to it… What she was about to say won’t please him at all?
"So, I’m listening…"he said with the most relaxed sound he could produce.
"I have decided to leave the country with Ciaran… for good!", she said.
He wrestled with it for a few minutes. Even though he thought that nothing could happen between them, he took it like treason. He began to giggle knowing that just after they will have a quibble as a habit, but not this time. There will be a quarrel.
"Why do you laugh? she said with an amazed face. I leave tonight at 11:30 and…"
"So", he cut in.
"You leave in less than four hours and you warn me only now? Great!"
"Listen to me Abel!, she screamed. I know I’m wrong but please do me a favor, come to see me off tonight".
"Why, why now? You leave with Ciaran, everything is all right then! I’m sure that every member of the group knew about your leaving except me, your supposed best friend. Undoubtedly it seems that I mean nothing to you. Go away now!", he shouted.
She had cried and he felt guilty so he accepted seeing her off. He’ll be at the airport at 10:00 PM in order to speak with her before she leaves the country forever. Life has such twists that you cannot expect. He knew it will be the starting point of the struggle but how? He was now near to the airport. He stopped the car and walked down towards the departure lounge: their meeting point.
I was roaring when someone opened the door and felt that I was plunging into a large hole. The devils were roaring with laughter. It was distasteful. I saw flickering flames coming nearer and nearer to me. It seems to be a curse on my family. I remembered my grandmother telling me that before Jesus-Christ’s arrival, our family was well-known in all the country.
We had mighty powers. We were wizards and witches, acting on both sides… For different obscure reasons having happened in the past, our family was still endangered. They wanted to take over the powers we were given by the throne of one of the Saints. It was the reason for this attack. I was in a darkness of emptiness, as if there was a hand which tightened around me.
A merciless and boundless dark might was trying to slay me. I struggled with all my strength and found a way out. I was concentrating my power to fight back when silence felt on me. They all had disappeared. Only gloom was around me. What scornful devils really... All the room was in disarray. As if a storm had been in the bedroom. They had sprinkled ruin. I felt such anger in me. I wanted to hit them hard, to bring them the same. Nevertheless, I knew that there was no reason to dash. One day, there will be a last fight and I will be ready to demolish their stupid powers with a shrug. One thing I was sure of: everybody would understand if they and their family had been tracked down for a long time.
***************************The Dusk***************************
This hill was hairy. Far from any tangle, any din, any problem. You can stare at the trees, the sky, the sun falling and the dusk coming. When they were exhausted and ill-fated about their life… This hill was the solution. They liked to stroll in this area. To chat…
The gale was strong. They were on time, this time. They were looking up to their realm. No wounds weeping… If they had the choice, they would like to pass away here. Cindy, on behalf of the group, had worked on her mission flat out. She was wearing a black dress and high heel shoes. She had auburn wavy hair. At only 19 years old, she was the youngest of the group. She was the daughter of a wealthy family, which had a two-hundred year old stately home, with a beautiful meadow, not too far. She had her own en-suite bathroom. In the house, maids were working for her parents, doing the washing, the ironing. Cleaning all the rooms of the house, she never did anything like that. Even if the house was very old, her parents had done up it, so she could use a mixer tap in her bathroom.
It was now time to own up what he'd seen... Each of them remain silent. Levis owed an explanation why.. And where? Sonro and Daly, the Simples, the Humbles of the group, who lived like tenants in a block of flats, near center skyscrapers, opened the confounded way. All the members knew the theme. Erich, in a glance, looked around the group. He started. He handled the altar. Levis was now in front of the altar. A gust came and moved his hair. By the light of the Dalesch, Levis’ shadow gave a grim feeling. They were feverishly concentrated on a huge light. Hanara was the flimsy member of the group. She was very strong-willed but always having the funk when things went wrong. Levis, the forebodings’ master, in control of the forethought's, began to speak:
"Calloused faces. Heaps of problems. Seriously, I do not know why they have decided to lure one of us out. It is getting difficult, I can see tombstones… Someone is laughing while I can hear a blastering radio playing music. It will be a strong play. A rough blow, many sobs… Somebody is bleeding in a corridor... Wounds could be healed", Levis added with his hoarse voice. There all stay still. They were frightened but it was helpless. There was no way for escape. One of them would be the victim, maybe safe with the help of god, in search of the light. And this person will come back with a gaunt face because of this time in hell: harmless and harshly treated, like in horse-play. It meant many impediments on the godless road. But it always had been to strive and do the best for the Dalesch. But what a lonesome person while this time, without a glow. Hither and thither a foolish fiend with foam... A frosty weather all the time in this dark alley will be taken. They thought all about that…
"It will be a fortnight’s fight", he said.
No cowardice, no possible escape to this scheduled nightmare. Daly brought up.
"We don’t have to get down. When the time will come, we should be together. We will support him, even if we are far from him. Our minds will ever be in contact. Don’t lose your confidence, never or they will succeed! And we’ll lose the altar".
Albeit she told the truth, the faces were ashen. Sonro knew that they blundered, aimlessly amidst a wide confusion. But they ought to be the apostles of Mercy, for God’s sake. It was their mission. Suddenly Cindy took the speech awkwardly.
"I have to put something forward, because of my mission... We know that you are the one they want. I did researches on your ancestors. Your family possesses the throne of the Saints. You could be the victim and automatically you should. You know that you’re the only one who can fight and rescue our power placed in the Dalesch", she paused. She looked around each faces before continuing.
"They would destroy your family and our group too. Don’t let us down. I mean, don’t give in when you’ll be in front of them. They will probably tempt you, handle you but you just have to go on. You are going to see spooky things and they will pester you. Then you will be shattered when it will be about time to find the key for freedom. At this crunch, please do not skive off", she finished. The dusk was now replaced by a deep and dark atmosphere, crowded with heaviness. Beyond the sky, the birds could see a bright dot of light, which seems to be a bush ablaze. Abel nodded, showing he had agreed and raised his fist towards the hazed sky. Abel was home an hour later, now dealing with something he didn't expect. Dania had rushed to his place to give him a hand as he didn't know what to say about his uncle Harry, something out of nowhere as he never liked him.
"I’ve been waiting since a long time ago and now the time is coming. In honor of my family, I promise to do my best for our success in front of the Devil, mighty God!"
"It is written", said Hanara. Then they slowly went towards Abel and hugged him one after the other. Afterward, they were in the traffic jam and took their own direction. Hastily, tomorrow could be the time.
Abel was home an hour later and had found out that his uncle Harry had died. He called Dania, who rushed to his place to give him a hand. He never really knew him and needed some advice about what to say about him..
"For instance, you can make a speech or drop his family a line!" Dania said.
"What you try to tell me, it’s up to you, isn’t it?" Abel replied sarcastically.
"Of course Abel, come on, it’s not that hard!" Dania looked at him with the expression of someone doubting of his sanity, that he had to laugh. But it was clearly bad as he didn’t know what to do or what to say. He was conscious that he had to do with this burial. He never spoke with his him…
"Well, Dania, I will write a letter. It’s all I can do."
"Ok, it’s all right Abel. Don’t feel so bad. I realize it is hard for you, but in the long run, one or two years later, you’ll know you did your best!" She told him she’ll make certain about this letter. Then she took her boxes and left the house. He was alone now. Dania had her short red hair cut and always wearing a big necklace. She was so overloaded with bags or files. He liked her for sure… But was there more to it that he could bring himself to think straight about it? He was lingering into a new dimension thinking of her then remembered that it has to deal with the death of his uncle. He had no clue what he could say about such a distasteful uncle. He was dead now but conventions and rightness obliges you to show your distress and pain. Eerily, he looked up the sky. And suddenly he could sense it, the time was coming. To get himself busy, he went to his couch and started watching TV but it couldn’t get out of his mind all he had dealt with and that sill had to be done. Suddenly somebody knocked at the door. He stood up and nearly stumbled because of a tennis ball.
"Hi", said a voice that he recognized immediately.
"That’s me Dania again". Dania, he thought? Did she forget something here? He opened quickly the door and looked her in the eyes. Something was wrong the way she was standing. He invited her in and as she entered, she walked directly in the living room and sat down without a word. He came after her.
"What’s the matter Dania?"
"I have to own up to you about something Abel!"
He stared at her. His body contracted with pain as he was afraid to listen to it… What she was about to say won’t please him at all?
"So, I’m listening…"he said with the most relaxed sound he could produce.
"I have decided to leave the country with Ciaran… for good!", she said.
He wrestled with it for a few minutes. Even though he thought that nothing could happen between them, he took it like treason. He began to giggle knowing that just after they will have a quibble as a habit, but not this time. There will be a quarrel.
"Why do you laugh? she said with an amazed face. I leave tonight at 11:30 and…"
"So", he cut in.
"You leave in less than four hours and you warn me only now? Great!"
"Listen to me Abel!, she screamed. I know I’m wrong but please do me a favor, come to see me off tonight".
"Why, why now? You leave with Ciaran, everything is all right then! I’m sure that every member of the group knew about your leaving except me, your supposed best friend. Undoubtedly it seems that I mean nothing to you. Go away now!", he shouted.
She had cried and he felt guilty so he accepted seeing her off. He’ll be at the airport at 10:00 PM in order to speak with her before she leaves the country forever. Life has such twists that you cannot expect. He knew it will be the starting point of the struggle but how? He was now near to the airport. He stopped the car and walked down towards the departure lounge: their meeting point.
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