Fortuna
Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 11:36 pm
<Chapter 1 : Viorag Naggath>
Viorag woke up.
She felt dizzy and with a splitting headache. Where am I?
The blinding sunlight stung her eyes as she stumbled around, so one thing for certain was it was day; the noise around and concrete walls she was leaning on pointed out that she was probably in a busy city. Another thing that was very obvious was that she was absolutely starving and weak. What happened? Was I out for long? Viorag found a shady back lane which was dark and cool, and sat down to reserve her strength.
That’s when she heard the screaming.
“ArrrrrghhhhGHGGGHHHHHH~~~~~~~!!!!!!!”
A man with white hair and beard fell off his llama not too far from where she sat, quickly jumped up, waved his hands around and kept on turning in crazy circles. Viorag felt dizzier but she decided to get up to check on the senior man.
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!!!!!!!!!” he shouted, and holding tightly on a jar of honey.
With the last bit of strength, her logical mind autopiloted her body; she quickly took a branch from a nearby tree, ran to the old man, grabbed his honey jar while fending him from the bees with the branch and taking the stung herself, and threw the jar of honey to the opposite direction.
“What have you done?!” The old man exclaimed, his eyes bulging out. But before Viorag could make a sound, her body gave up and she clasped.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in a warm bed. “Good luck and bad luck. Good luck and bad luck. I know that, but … but … that is MY honey!” someone seemed to be arguing by himself. When Viorag sat up, he stopped, not looking happy, but his eyes were warm. He passed some bread and warm milk and signaled her to eat. “There are more on the table. You can eat and rest here until you recover.” He muttered and left the room.
Viorag woke up.
She felt dizzy and with a splitting headache. Where am I?
The blinding sunlight stung her eyes as she stumbled around, so one thing for certain was it was day; the noise around and concrete walls she was leaning on pointed out that she was probably in a busy city. Another thing that was very obvious was that she was absolutely starving and weak. What happened? Was I out for long? Viorag found a shady back lane which was dark and cool, and sat down to reserve her strength.
That’s when she heard the screaming.
“ArrrrrghhhhGHGGGHHHHHH~~~~~~~!!!!!!!”
A man with white hair and beard fell off his llama not too far from where she sat, quickly jumped up, waved his hands around and kept on turning in crazy circles. Viorag felt dizzier but she decided to get up to check on the senior man.
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!!!!!!!!!” he shouted, and holding tightly on a jar of honey.
With the last bit of strength, her logical mind autopiloted her body; she quickly took a branch from a nearby tree, ran to the old man, grabbed his honey jar while fending him from the bees with the branch and taking the stung herself, and threw the jar of honey to the opposite direction.
“What have you done?!” The old man exclaimed, his eyes bulging out. But before Viorag could make a sound, her body gave up and she clasped.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in a warm bed. “Good luck and bad luck. Good luck and bad luck. I know that, but … but … that is MY honey!” someone seemed to be arguing by himself. When Viorag sat up, he stopped, not looking happy, but his eyes were warm. He passed some bread and warm milk and signaled her to eat. “There are more on the table. You can eat and rest here until you recover.” He muttered and left the room.