Thanks for the comments, guize.
Now, I will present you with another original story. I'm more serious about this one, than about the previous one I presented here. Some of it was translated from Polish, the part that was written, that is. Rest was finished in english.
I'm trying to go for something different with this one, which should be really noticed with the next chapter. Okay, ENJOY!
Paradox
Story 1: Sad Prelude
"When your life crumbles down, you will see how much it all really meant to you."
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I am a very confident man. I can say that about myself, after all I have the right to do so. I'm a noble... people call me "Count". It's a title I earned thanks to the fact that I was born in the family of Malevulus, one of the richest families in our whole country. There's no denying it, I am better than other people.
In that case... why?
I don't understand it. How something like this could have befallen me? I feel great, but yet...
I'm laying on my bed. Beside me, also on the bed, sits an old doctor. His words bounce off me, I refuse to accept them.
"What... what did you say? I think I don't understand." I said, trying to act as calm as it is possible.
You're dying, gracious Count. Slowly, slowly, with each and every day you're nearing your own grave." Replied the doctor.
I don't know what to say. Hundreds of thoughts are flying through my head. I hear a fearful squeal of my fiancee Elizabeth, lamentations of my mother and father's nervous questions directed to the doctor. However, all those sounds are overpowered by my own thoughts.
"Why? How? Why? When? What did I do? God! I don't understand it, what did I do to deserve this? I, Count Kristopher Malevulus! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!" I scream in my mind. I just can't fathom it. Absolute despair, and feeling of complete hopelessness are overcoming me.
"However... there might be a way to cure this."
"Huh? What?" I have been thrown out of my mental panic, but only after a while it comes to me what has just been said.
"It can be cured... I think. Tough it won't be easy." With that said, the doctor cleared his throat and got up from my bed.
"Never mind! What must I do?!" I also got up.
"Well, a long way from here, on the outskirts of the city of Aerialth, lives a wizard. He's called "The OverMage". He's supposedly the last one of his kind." The doctor looked me straight in the eyes. I could feel his stare. His eyes were cold, devoid of any emotions. "I can't guarantee that he will want to help you... but I think it's always good to try. No, gracious Count?"
With that said, the doctor left my room. I sat back on the bed, deep in thought. If there's truly someone who is able to save me... I must find him. At all cost.
* * *
I still don't understand it. I always felt great, no troubles with health. Ever since I was a child. Now suddenly this illness, "The Reaper", hits me like a hundred ton of steel right in the face. Come to think of it, I never even heard of it. What is it? Where did it come from? Such a mystery. Maybe I will uncover it after I meet with that OverMage.
I pondered all of those things, while looking out of the window upon the night sky. In my room there was a one huge window, it had great view on the moon. As a child, I used to sit here hours upon hours at night, whenever the moon was full. My father didn't like that too much, so he ended up scolding me harshly when he found out that I was still doing it, even tough he clearly told me not to. "Night is for sleeping, young man. You must sleep at night so that you can have to strength to study during the day!", is what he said. Eventually I stopped looking at the moon. Many years since has passed since then, I almost forgot how beautiful it looks.
Suddenly, I heard knocking at the door. It was Elizabeth.
"Kristoph, can I come in?" She said, after she opened the door a bit.
"Of course. Feel free." I replied, without taking my eyes off the moon.
She came in to the room, and stood beside me. I took a small peek at her, she was dressed in her usual gold dress. Her blond hair, was shining in the moonlight. She was beautiful, a woman of my dreams. I knew her ever since I was little... and I know she was always strong. However, I'm sure she must be near a nervous breakdown. She was always worried sick about me... since we both were but small brats.
"Say, Kris." She said, looking at me, there were tears in her eyes. "What if... what if you won't make it there in time?"
"I will make it in time. Don't worry." I smiled at her, trying to not burst into tears myself. "Everything will be alright. I will be back before long, and then... then we can get married."
She started weeping loudly and came into my arms, cuddling up against my chest. I embraced her. I knew very well, that I might never see her again. The feeling of sadness was unbearable, yet, I had to mask it. I had to hide away my true feelings, lock them up in a cage made of lies, for both her sake...
And mine.
* * *
"Be careful" Said my mother, and gave me a hug.
It was time for me to go. My family and I was standing before the gate leading to our manor. There was also carriage, prepared especially for me.
I was dressed in my black tuxedo and white frilled shirt. In my right hand I was holding my good old crane. I pushed my brown hair back, and smiled at my family. They had worried looks on their faces.
"Well, then everyone. I will see you soon."
With that said, I boarded the carriage. I didn't even wait for them to say anything, I just wanted to get it over with. I took a deep breath. I did not know what was waiting for me during this trip, but I could only hope that it was the cure for The Reaper.
"Let's go!" I said to the driver, and in a moment the carriage was on its way.
* * *
It was getting slowly getting dark. The carriage was still going, without a stop. We were now in a forest. I was bored out of my mind. "I should have taken a book or two with me." I thought. At first I didn't think of taking anything except my crane and money. I did not expect that I would get bored. It was however refreshing, yes, very much so. Being so bored, instead of scared was a nice change.
It didn't last long.
Suddenly I felt a nauseating pain. My vision became blurry. It was the same... just like the first time it happened. I now felt the power of my sickness for the second time. Fear overcame me completely, I fell on my knees.
Suddenly there was an explosion and the carriage was knocked over on the side. I heard the scream of the driver and then... absolute silence. Even tough my pain has not completely passed, I'm trying to get out of the carriage. I stood up and tried to open the other door, which were now above me. After a moment I managed to open them, but...
"HELLO, KRISTOPHER."
I heard a cold, metallic voice above me. I looked up to see a person in a metallic armor, black cape and a mask that had a "psychotic" smile painted on it. The person also had a very long, snow-white hair. He grabbed me with both hands by my clothes and pulled me out from the carriage, putting my face near his.
"HOW DO YOU ENJOY IT?" He asked me.
"Enjoy... enjoy what?!" I said, almost shouting. I was scared.
"THE PAIN? THE SUFFERING?"
"What? I..." I wasn't sure what to say. How did he knew about it? More importantly... what does he want?
"THEN ENJOY IT. WE WILL MEET AGAIN."
With that said, he tossed me aside, and started to walk away. However, I lost my consciousness. I was sure that I will die, probably wild animals will eat me... is this it? I didn't even die because of my illness? I will die before even... my God. I... I...
I'm... sad.
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