Pyro
2.11.2005, 22:26:15
Eli tästä tuli puhetta siinä ketjussa joissa on omia ja muiden hahmoja... että laittaisin tätä tänne. Kyseessähän on jo valmis kirja, joten jatkoa odotellessa ei tarvitse paljoa odotella.
Ainoa miinus on se, että joudun hitosti pakertamaan virheiden skannaamisen ja lisäyksien takia, eli tavallaan uudelleenkirjoitan tätä hommaa tässä sivussa...
Sitten toinen asia mikä repii hermojanne on se seikka, että en käännä tätä suomeksi. Enkkua.
Kärsikää.
Mutta lukekaa. Ja kommentoikaa.
pliiiis
CITY IN THE CLOUDS
In a place far away, up in the clouds over the world of Wiza, was a city of silver and glass…
With towers piercing even the sky itself, silver winged angels flew past them as the yellow sun shined from the glass. And the skyline lasted as long as the eyes of the winged ones could see.
This magical place was once called the Center of Wiza.
Protecting the city were strong machines, robots. They secured every single citizen and their life, taking care of robbers, murderers and outlaws, kicking them out and stopping them from entering.
The machines controlled the safety veil over the city, and huge silently propelling propellers kept the whole construction in the sky, in the clouds.
The bazaars were full of life: traders and shopkeepers from all over Wiza came to the city. It was told that there was nothing in the world that couldn’t be found there, even remedies to all illnesses. The winged ones were known for their magic, and they sold it for the highest buyer, sometimes free for the most needing.
Then the war came and changed everything…
High generals, kings and world leaders came to the city, seeking for weapons to destroy the enemy. Finally when the winged ones refused all requests of them making the ultimate weapon, the city was robbed and torn apart for mechanics, herbs and magical items.
During the war, even the wings of the winged ones were ripped of their backs for lucky charms.
When war ended, and as humanity had destroyed their flying weapons and plains, the city in the clouds was forgotten…
And it became lost in the stories told only by few.
1:st Chapter: Zaogo Ream! Inventor!
“So it is true!” A young man beside a desk covered in papers and regular blueprints jumped up, his red hair billowing up from excitement and his blue pearl earrings jumping up from the sudden movement. Eyes burning with excitement, he ran across his room, passing a miniature globe so close that it started spinning and collapsed on the floor.
“Rick! Rick my friend! Take a look at this!” He yelled, as he jumped over some steps at the stairway up to the other level of the house he was in.
He slammed a door open, ran to a bed and jumped on it.
“Rick! Take a look! See? I was right!” The young man was still yelling, flapping a page of a book over a lump in the bed.
“…What is it..?” The lump moaned, and two brown eyes appeared under the soft blankets.
“I have found it, Rick!!” The young man grinned so widely, that his friend should fear for his friend’s face. He, the lump, pulled his face out fully and scratched his brown messy bed hair.
“Found what…?” The lump named Rick asked, looking at the clock beside his bed, that told him it was too early even for an early bird like his friend.
“I… You won’t believe this: I…have found out… How I can make my morning tea taste a lot better, you know how? Huh? Huh? You know how? Well, I’ll tell you how! Listen: toast with marmalade. While drinking tea! Think about it!” The red haired man talked so fast that Rick had trouble keeping up.
“So… You woke me up because you found out that…”
“Yes! Tea tastes better with toast with marmalade!” Rick stared at his friend, who was wildly nodding his head in excitement.
“Zaogo… You have the strangest ideas in Wiza.” Rick muttered.
“Oh, no… Don’t flatter me.” Zaogo smiled and jumped off the bed. Turning around and walking to the door, he looked back.
“Fancy some toast with marmalade, with tea naturally. No: don’t say anything, I know you want some! I’ll go put the cattle on.”
Slam. And Zaogo was gone. Rick looked at the window that was still covered by the red curtains. Since he had ran in to Zaogo on the market one day, trying to sell an instant omelet maker he had just invented they became friends. Sometimes he wondered why.
Zaogo Ream was his whole name, his father was an inventor, and like his father, Zaogo had fallen in love with all sorts of gadgets, machines and inventing. He had invented his own bread maker, a toaster, omelet machine, an alarm clock that would finally whack the one in bed with a mallet if it wasn’t soon turned off and he was currently working on a flying machine.
Zaogo had a special talent besides inventing things. He had the blood of a magician from his mothers side and it was spoken that she was a winged one from the legendary City in the Clouds, one of Majura-clan. So that could explain why Zaogo could use some magic, but didn’t explain why he did not use it.
But sadly, Zaogos witty, funny and perky nature was shadowed by a curse. Rick didn’t know a lot about it, only the stuff that Zaogo had told him.
Zaogo had been visited by a mighty wizard from another country, angered by the fact that Zaogo refused to leave his inventing behind and to join a school of magic the wizard cursed his family’s name, and Zaogo changed too.
Maybe it was the fact that Zaogo was poor in health most of the time attracted a young studier of herbs and medicine like Rick.
Sometimes Rick had to go to the city to get herbs that Zaogo had told of. The herb that could partly cure his illness was a plant called yvonsgale.
The first time Zaogo had collapsed in the middle of a word and had started sprouting feathers all around his body he was pretty much in a panic. Zaogo had told him after the attack ended that he was turning into something, but he couldn’t say what and it was because he had used magic to glue some cloth on a wood plank. Or so he assumed. Ever since Zaogo’s psychical health had been going down, but Rick’s medicine kept him from going worse.
Zaogo pushed the door open again and walked over to Rick, carrying a silver platter with a steaming cup of tea and toasted bread with marmalade on a plate on the platter.
“So, I forgot to say good morning. Good morning!” Zaogo smiled, and lowered the breakfast on a table next to the bed.
“Looks good. I could try it and I think it won’t kill me.” Rick said, looking at the bread.
“Anything new?” Rick asked, taking one of the bread slices and carefully scanning it with his eyes.
“Actually, I was thinking of going to the bazaar in the city today. I need some cloth for my flying machine. After I’ve finished making it today, I tough that maybe you could come with me and hunt for a legend. ” Zaogo sat on the bed once again, stretching his arms a bit. Rick blinked. He didn’t understand a thing Zaogo had said. Noticing this, Zaogo continued;
“For the city of the Majura.” Zaogo smiled. Rick didn’t believe his ears.
“It was just a tough. Think about it.” Zaogo stood up and smiled.
“I’ll be in my drawing room. When your ready, I need you to drive me in to town.” Zaogo started to walk towards the door. Rick took a bite of the toast, taking a sip of tea afterward.
“Hey, Zaogo.”
“Yeah?” Zaogo looked back.
“This is great!” Rick said in amazement.
“Glad you like it.” Zaogo smiled, then left.
“Oh well… A wake up call like this isn’t so bad. Maybe I should go, what do you think?” Rick spoke to his cup of tea, then nodded to it.
“Yes. You are right. I should pay back the favour.”
Ainoa miinus on se, että joudun hitosti pakertamaan virheiden skannaamisen ja lisäyksien takia, eli tavallaan uudelleenkirjoitan tätä hommaa tässä sivussa...
Sitten toinen asia mikä repii hermojanne on se seikka, että en käännä tätä suomeksi. Enkkua.
Kärsikää.
Mutta lukekaa. Ja kommentoikaa.
pliiiis
CITY IN THE CLOUDS
In a place far away, up in the clouds over the world of Wiza, was a city of silver and glass…
With towers piercing even the sky itself, silver winged angels flew past them as the yellow sun shined from the glass. And the skyline lasted as long as the eyes of the winged ones could see.
This magical place was once called the Center of Wiza.
Protecting the city were strong machines, robots. They secured every single citizen and their life, taking care of robbers, murderers and outlaws, kicking them out and stopping them from entering.
The machines controlled the safety veil over the city, and huge silently propelling propellers kept the whole construction in the sky, in the clouds.
The bazaars were full of life: traders and shopkeepers from all over Wiza came to the city. It was told that there was nothing in the world that couldn’t be found there, even remedies to all illnesses. The winged ones were known for their magic, and they sold it for the highest buyer, sometimes free for the most needing.
Then the war came and changed everything…
High generals, kings and world leaders came to the city, seeking for weapons to destroy the enemy. Finally when the winged ones refused all requests of them making the ultimate weapon, the city was robbed and torn apart for mechanics, herbs and magical items.
During the war, even the wings of the winged ones were ripped of their backs for lucky charms.
When war ended, and as humanity had destroyed their flying weapons and plains, the city in the clouds was forgotten…
And it became lost in the stories told only by few.
1:st Chapter: Zaogo Ream! Inventor!
“So it is true!” A young man beside a desk covered in papers and regular blueprints jumped up, his red hair billowing up from excitement and his blue pearl earrings jumping up from the sudden movement. Eyes burning with excitement, he ran across his room, passing a miniature globe so close that it started spinning and collapsed on the floor.
“Rick! Rick my friend! Take a look at this!” He yelled, as he jumped over some steps at the stairway up to the other level of the house he was in.
He slammed a door open, ran to a bed and jumped on it.
“Rick! Take a look! See? I was right!” The young man was still yelling, flapping a page of a book over a lump in the bed.
“…What is it..?” The lump moaned, and two brown eyes appeared under the soft blankets.
“I have found it, Rick!!” The young man grinned so widely, that his friend should fear for his friend’s face. He, the lump, pulled his face out fully and scratched his brown messy bed hair.
“Found what…?” The lump named Rick asked, looking at the clock beside his bed, that told him it was too early even for an early bird like his friend.
“I… You won’t believe this: I…have found out… How I can make my morning tea taste a lot better, you know how? Huh? Huh? You know how? Well, I’ll tell you how! Listen: toast with marmalade. While drinking tea! Think about it!” The red haired man talked so fast that Rick had trouble keeping up.
“So… You woke me up because you found out that…”
“Yes! Tea tastes better with toast with marmalade!” Rick stared at his friend, who was wildly nodding his head in excitement.
“Zaogo… You have the strangest ideas in Wiza.” Rick muttered.
“Oh, no… Don’t flatter me.” Zaogo smiled and jumped off the bed. Turning around and walking to the door, he looked back.
“Fancy some toast with marmalade, with tea naturally. No: don’t say anything, I know you want some! I’ll go put the cattle on.”
Slam. And Zaogo was gone. Rick looked at the window that was still covered by the red curtains. Since he had ran in to Zaogo on the market one day, trying to sell an instant omelet maker he had just invented they became friends. Sometimes he wondered why.
Zaogo Ream was his whole name, his father was an inventor, and like his father, Zaogo had fallen in love with all sorts of gadgets, machines and inventing. He had invented his own bread maker, a toaster, omelet machine, an alarm clock that would finally whack the one in bed with a mallet if it wasn’t soon turned off and he was currently working on a flying machine.
Zaogo had a special talent besides inventing things. He had the blood of a magician from his mothers side and it was spoken that she was a winged one from the legendary City in the Clouds, one of Majura-clan. So that could explain why Zaogo could use some magic, but didn’t explain why he did not use it.
But sadly, Zaogos witty, funny and perky nature was shadowed by a curse. Rick didn’t know a lot about it, only the stuff that Zaogo had told him.
Zaogo had been visited by a mighty wizard from another country, angered by the fact that Zaogo refused to leave his inventing behind and to join a school of magic the wizard cursed his family’s name, and Zaogo changed too.
Maybe it was the fact that Zaogo was poor in health most of the time attracted a young studier of herbs and medicine like Rick.
Sometimes Rick had to go to the city to get herbs that Zaogo had told of. The herb that could partly cure his illness was a plant called yvonsgale.
The first time Zaogo had collapsed in the middle of a word and had started sprouting feathers all around his body he was pretty much in a panic. Zaogo had told him after the attack ended that he was turning into something, but he couldn’t say what and it was because he had used magic to glue some cloth on a wood plank. Or so he assumed. Ever since Zaogo’s psychical health had been going down, but Rick’s medicine kept him from going worse.
Zaogo pushed the door open again and walked over to Rick, carrying a silver platter with a steaming cup of tea and toasted bread with marmalade on a plate on the platter.
“So, I forgot to say good morning. Good morning!” Zaogo smiled, and lowered the breakfast on a table next to the bed.
“Looks good. I could try it and I think it won’t kill me.” Rick said, looking at the bread.
“Anything new?” Rick asked, taking one of the bread slices and carefully scanning it with his eyes.
“Actually, I was thinking of going to the bazaar in the city today. I need some cloth for my flying machine. After I’ve finished making it today, I tough that maybe you could come with me and hunt for a legend. ” Zaogo sat on the bed once again, stretching his arms a bit. Rick blinked. He didn’t understand a thing Zaogo had said. Noticing this, Zaogo continued;
“For the city of the Majura.” Zaogo smiled. Rick didn’t believe his ears.
“It was just a tough. Think about it.” Zaogo stood up and smiled.
“I’ll be in my drawing room. When your ready, I need you to drive me in to town.” Zaogo started to walk towards the door. Rick took a bite of the toast, taking a sip of tea afterward.
“Hey, Zaogo.”
“Yeah?” Zaogo looked back.
“This is great!” Rick said in amazement.
“Glad you like it.” Zaogo smiled, then left.
“Oh well… A wake up call like this isn’t so bad. Maybe I should go, what do you think?” Rick spoke to his cup of tea, then nodded to it.
“Yes. You are right. I should pay back the favour.”