Post by Trèsor nó Valerian (I) on Jun 24, 2008 12:40:05 GMT -5
Backstory of Trèsor nó Valerian:
A pinch in my hand
It was a warm summer day. I sat on my own in the garden and played with my doll Carla, my birthday present for my 9th birthday. I loved Carla, she was my only friend. The other girls wouldn’t play with me, they said I was boring. Compared to them, I was boring, I never shouted and laughed as much as they did; I never dared to. But to Carla, I could say everything. I always cried my heart out, told her everything that was on my mind. And she would just listen.
As I watched the sunset, a few older adepts came out to tell us that we should go back to our chambers. I stood up unwillingly, I wasn’t tired yet. I turned round to walk into the door, but my way was blocked by a girl, standing right in front of me. I gasped. I knew her; she was the queen of the girls, or that was how she was treated like. She was only two years older than I was, but she acted as if she had gained her marque already. Nonetheless, every girl that was as old, or younger, as she was, admired or feared her.
‘Hello, Trèsor.’ she said coolly.
‘Hello.’, I answered, and I looked away, not daring to look her into the eyes. What did she want? I clutched Carla, and pressed her to my chest. As long as I had Carla, I felt safe.
The girl’s eyes moved from my face, to my chest. A tiny smile appeared round her lips.
‘Nice doll.’ she said with a voice as sweet as honey. ‘May I hold her?’
I startled, but held my eyes downcast. My hands started to transpire, and I held Carla even tighter.
‘Well?’ the girl asked. Some other girls had gathered behind her, and watched me as I forced my lips to speak.
‘N-no…I’d better… go in now.’ I stammered, and put a step towards the door, but backed away immediately, when the girl blocked my way. She laughed a hard, biting laugh.
‘You refuse, Trèsor?’ She asked, still smiling. She looked over her shoulder, her friends laughed, too. ‘Then I’ll have to do it myself.’ Before I even realized what she had said, I suddenly felt how she snatched Carla away from me, and watched bewildered how she took a small knife out of her gown. She let the point of the knife rest at Carla’s eye. I startled.
‘No!’ I screamed, but taking no action and saying no more, afraid that she’d get mad because I dared to argue. My heart beat so hard, that I thought it would break my ribs.
‘No!’ The girl echoed. Again, she laughed that biting laugh. The girls behind her, laughed too. ‘I think it’s yes, love.’ Slowly, she started to cut the thread that fastened the beady eye. The tears welled up while I looked how Carla lost it. I have to stop this, I thought. Now, the second eye was cut off, too. The girl started to pinch into Carla, looking me into the eyes, as if asking for how long I would be able to endure this. Not long, it seemed. In an impulse, I threw myself forward, and stretched my arms to pull my doll away. But instead of succeeding, I felt a biting pain. The girl had cut my hand. I saw the warm, red blood forming little rivers down my hand, and between my fingers. I felt the pain and a strange sense of excitement through my whole body. Stiffened, I watched as the blood rushed down my hand, and felt the pain fill me. It felt so good.
Suddenly, a hand was laid on my shoulder, and I woke up from the haze of pain. It was one of the older adepts that told us to come in, earlier. The girl and the others had gone, and Carla lay torn under my hand. The adept looked at my hand, and then at me. He frowned. I couldn’t read his face. Have I done something bad?, I thought. Then, finally, the adept stood up, and looked down at me, his face still unreadable.
‘We’d better visit the Dowayne, won’t we, Trèsor?’ he said calmly.
And that’s what we did. That day, they found out who I truly was. No Mandrake adept, but a true Valerian.
A pinch in my hand
It was a warm summer day. I sat on my own in the garden and played with my doll Carla, my birthday present for my 9th birthday. I loved Carla, she was my only friend. The other girls wouldn’t play with me, they said I was boring. Compared to them, I was boring, I never shouted and laughed as much as they did; I never dared to. But to Carla, I could say everything. I always cried my heart out, told her everything that was on my mind. And she would just listen.
As I watched the sunset, a few older adepts came out to tell us that we should go back to our chambers. I stood up unwillingly, I wasn’t tired yet. I turned round to walk into the door, but my way was blocked by a girl, standing right in front of me. I gasped. I knew her; she was the queen of the girls, or that was how she was treated like. She was only two years older than I was, but she acted as if she had gained her marque already. Nonetheless, every girl that was as old, or younger, as she was, admired or feared her.
‘Hello, Trèsor.’ she said coolly.
‘Hello.’, I answered, and I looked away, not daring to look her into the eyes. What did she want? I clutched Carla, and pressed her to my chest. As long as I had Carla, I felt safe.
The girl’s eyes moved from my face, to my chest. A tiny smile appeared round her lips.
‘Nice doll.’ she said with a voice as sweet as honey. ‘May I hold her?’
I startled, but held my eyes downcast. My hands started to transpire, and I held Carla even tighter.
‘Well?’ the girl asked. Some other girls had gathered behind her, and watched me as I forced my lips to speak.
‘N-no…I’d better… go in now.’ I stammered, and put a step towards the door, but backed away immediately, when the girl blocked my way. She laughed a hard, biting laugh.
‘You refuse, Trèsor?’ She asked, still smiling. She looked over her shoulder, her friends laughed, too. ‘Then I’ll have to do it myself.’ Before I even realized what she had said, I suddenly felt how she snatched Carla away from me, and watched bewildered how she took a small knife out of her gown. She let the point of the knife rest at Carla’s eye. I startled.
‘No!’ I screamed, but taking no action and saying no more, afraid that she’d get mad because I dared to argue. My heart beat so hard, that I thought it would break my ribs.
‘No!’ The girl echoed. Again, she laughed that biting laugh. The girls behind her, laughed too. ‘I think it’s yes, love.’ Slowly, she started to cut the thread that fastened the beady eye. The tears welled up while I looked how Carla lost it. I have to stop this, I thought. Now, the second eye was cut off, too. The girl started to pinch into Carla, looking me into the eyes, as if asking for how long I would be able to endure this. Not long, it seemed. In an impulse, I threw myself forward, and stretched my arms to pull my doll away. But instead of succeeding, I felt a biting pain. The girl had cut my hand. I saw the warm, red blood forming little rivers down my hand, and between my fingers. I felt the pain and a strange sense of excitement through my whole body. Stiffened, I watched as the blood rushed down my hand, and felt the pain fill me. It felt so good.
Suddenly, a hand was laid on my shoulder, and I woke up from the haze of pain. It was one of the older adepts that told us to come in, earlier. The girl and the others had gone, and Carla lay torn under my hand. The adept looked at my hand, and then at me. He frowned. I couldn’t read his face. Have I done something bad?, I thought. Then, finally, the adept stood up, and looked down at me, his face still unreadable.
‘We’d better visit the Dowayne, won’t we, Trèsor?’ he said calmly.
And that’s what we did. That day, they found out who I truly was. No Mandrake adept, but a true Valerian.