New Beginning
The piercing dark eyes peered through the darkness of night in search of something that look familiar. He could make out the faint outline of the walls and sloping roofs made up of wood. The filtered moon light shone through the small window behind the curtains. The sound of flowing river seemed reassuring but he could not remember where he was.
He tried to get up from the bed, but his weariness has taken its toll. His legs hurt and hands cramp. He realized he was hungry.
How long have I not eaten? He wondered.
His mind failed to answer.
It appeared as if a bolder has risen between him and his mind.
He looked at his bandaged hand and wonder what he had gone through. No answer.
The darkness outside seem to filled him within and he blankly looked at the window.
“Lamaner” said a voice and the room were lit by shimmering blue light. It came from a tall shaft, held by a wise steady hand. Before late a bearded old face appeared from darkness, revealing wise old eyes and long flooding white beards reaching his waist line. He was dressed in white cloak. Boy looked at the wizard and backed off in surprise.
“Who are you?” he demanded, more out of fear then anger.
“Ask me not” commanded the wizard. “Do you know who you are?”
Everything seemed dark. More he tried to remember, thicker the wall grew in his mind. He don’t remember his own name, a cold sweat ran down his spine, shivering him from head to toe.
“You are in a shrine, in the kingdom of Sumdel on the bank of river Sarenal.” said the wizard. “The last surviving temple of knowledge and I am Shaflon.” He bent down in a slight bow. Boy catches glimpses of an Amulet dangling around his neck behind the long beard and wonders if he is a friend or foe.
“We found you in a barrel, washed down the river two days back.” continued Shaflon. “I presume you are hungry, your food will be here in a moment.”
Food sounded good and he realized how hungry he was. Feeling more confident this time he asked- “Do you know what happened to me?”
“I am sorry, I don’t. The scratches on your arms speak of an attack by goblins and injuries on hand of a possible dragon. As soon as we found you, we sent messengers due north for information, they will be back soon. Till then you shall rest and heal your injuries. You are safe here.” reassured the wizard.
Two fair tall men with knotted golden hairs entered the room. Their eyes were of blue gems and clean silver robes shimmered like flowing river. The boy noted the splendid long figures, softness and delicacy of touch when they served him with food, fit for a grand feast.
He ate with charm as Shaflon seated himself on a wooden stool, resting his enquiring gaze on the boy. Everything boy ate tasted good. He asked Shaflon about the food and he told him that the food was prepared in Elvin kitchen, with Elves trained for many years and recipes of splendid taste, which are held secret.
When boy finished eating, he turned to Shaflon and asked- “Am I dreaming.”
“Nay! You are not dreaming.” replied Shaflon.
“Everything seems so dark. I can’t live with the fact that I have no identity and a past that I don’t remember. I am so afraid within.” he starts to cry. Shaflon rose from his stool and approached the boy.
“Don’t let misery of past become your misery. Start a new life, free from melancholy and sorrow of past. Make new memories, leaving behind the memories that are locked. Answers are coming, my boy. There is a reason for all this and it must be for good.” He gently touch the boy on his forehead and said-“From today you would be known as Rowran, from the River.”
A sense of peace descended on Rowran, his sobs faded into silence and before his tears could dry, he was swept away in the world of dreams and his course to rebirth began.
The piercing dark eyes peered through the darkness of night in search of something that look familiar. He could make out the faint outline of the walls and sloping roofs made up of wood. The filtered moon light shone through the small window behind the curtains. The sound of flowing river seemed reassuring but he could not remember where he was.
He tried to get up from the bed, but his weariness has taken its toll. His legs hurt and hands cramp. He realized he was hungry.
How long have I not eaten? He wondered.
His mind failed to answer.
It appeared as if a bolder has risen between him and his mind.
He looked at his bandaged hand and wonder what he had gone through. No answer.
The darkness outside seem to filled him within and he blankly looked at the window.
“Lamaner” said a voice and the room were lit by shimmering blue light. It came from a tall shaft, held by a wise steady hand. Before late a bearded old face appeared from darkness, revealing wise old eyes and long flooding white beards reaching his waist line. He was dressed in white cloak. Boy looked at the wizard and backed off in surprise.
“Who are you?” he demanded, more out of fear then anger.
“Ask me not” commanded the wizard. “Do you know who you are?”
Everything seemed dark. More he tried to remember, thicker the wall grew in his mind. He don’t remember his own name, a cold sweat ran down his spine, shivering him from head to toe.
“You are in a shrine, in the kingdom of Sumdel on the bank of river Sarenal.” said the wizard. “The last surviving temple of knowledge and I am Shaflon.” He bent down in a slight bow. Boy catches glimpses of an Amulet dangling around his neck behind the long beard and wonders if he is a friend or foe.
“We found you in a barrel, washed down the river two days back.” continued Shaflon. “I presume you are hungry, your food will be here in a moment.”
Food sounded good and he realized how hungry he was. Feeling more confident this time he asked- “Do you know what happened to me?”
“I am sorry, I don’t. The scratches on your arms speak of an attack by goblins and injuries on hand of a possible dragon. As soon as we found you, we sent messengers due north for information, they will be back soon. Till then you shall rest and heal your injuries. You are safe here.” reassured the wizard.
Two fair tall men with knotted golden hairs entered the room. Their eyes were of blue gems and clean silver robes shimmered like flowing river. The boy noted the splendid long figures, softness and delicacy of touch when they served him with food, fit for a grand feast.
He ate with charm as Shaflon seated himself on a wooden stool, resting his enquiring gaze on the boy. Everything boy ate tasted good. He asked Shaflon about the food and he told him that the food was prepared in Elvin kitchen, with Elves trained for many years and recipes of splendid taste, which are held secret.
When boy finished eating, he turned to Shaflon and asked- “Am I dreaming.”
“Nay! You are not dreaming.” replied Shaflon.
“Everything seems so dark. I can’t live with the fact that I have no identity and a past that I don’t remember. I am so afraid within.” he starts to cry. Shaflon rose from his stool and approached the boy.
“Don’t let misery of past become your misery. Start a new life, free from melancholy and sorrow of past. Make new memories, leaving behind the memories that are locked. Answers are coming, my boy. There is a reason for all this and it must be for good.” He gently touch the boy on his forehead and said-“From today you would be known as Rowran, from the River.”
A sense of peace descended on Rowran, his sobs faded into silence and before his tears could dry, he was swept away in the world of dreams and his course to rebirth began.
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