5Xi5623 - moment from his wisdom and
"The first person you Velaaner as a counterweight against the
troubles of life were three things:
the tides, the knowledge that they forget to sleep
have the insight to the end of all things "..
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"The goal is located. Portal is formed."
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"Forms a closed tube. The ships are to be given no opportunity to circle the body. "
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" Scattered core formation. Your scouts are within the radius of sector Dal-Neh 9 in the sea of lights. "
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" It was to be expected. The program runs for three Tagwechsel. Dal-Neh 9 was scanned and undermine the flagships of our fleet. The fighter pilot to reach immediat ... now! "
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'Association formed. Countdown. The gate opens at 15 deasach Uairen 23rd No change the calculated route. They fly straight at us. "
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" I recognize neither shade nor life in them and the stands of the ships are amorphous. All mathematical formulas suggest the ore of the money. "
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" deviations of the structure. You have seen us. "
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" Yes ... we were never here ... "
" thoughts have cold souls who sentient memory. "
The black space with its innumerable celestial bodies was illuminated by fireworks, the yellow plasma clouds and bluish twilight in the Cosmos engraved. Sanguine, exactly fixed beams broke the image of stars behind the explosions faded, and hard contours of this floating involuntarily Frackteilchen recorded its way between the bright lights of stars and dazzling drives.
reflections their path and their goal so relentlessly sought and found, as the ships tried to escape and life in them. If
points described the judge of a moment, then had the bright diodes took on the panoramic display of the long end of the fixed only a short breath before he was to the past.
Each annealing, each telling their own enjoyment of the fire so hard to drown out was, if tubes disappeared, the body regenerates itself and return to the front for an unwanted Life was.
co Quantity Zooms to the black screen of two pupils, this scene was only the more limited summary of a life that ended with the beat of a heart and lost behind the black curtain shut down two screens left.
"In a single moment, revenge and pain
like a face.
Goes the moment you see your face still in the mirror."
"Should someone be sent to you?"
"No ..."
needed now one other modifier to appease the monster.
concentration and control, lies and truth. To initiating a false spectacle.
"Tell my appointments for this evening from. I will go back to Aeolia."
"Off to the big game of life."
Friday, January 30, 2004
Saturday, January 17, 2004
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1Xi5623 -: Written in black. ::
Kaim and Marut rushed silently behind her Lord through the old quarter of Aeolia. In the dark, barely lit streets, the two men had a little less threatening, than under the sun, and it seemed Rafaelle behind a large protective wall heranzuwälzen, the more an inch from the side of Velaaners.
The weathered limestone houses were hardly more than a full-grown deciduous trees, were in close order, or to each other and were built here and there dark loopholes open, beneath the black one could suggest other small streets and places. The sands of generations weakly swirled over the irregular surface of paved stones, collected between the decorative pots with small plants from the small entrance doors or lay down on the few chairs and tables, which added up instinctively inclined to the house walls.
The shutters were tightly closed at this time, locked the doors, only the sound of creaking testified in the breeze moving signs, ranging small and forgotten in the streets of a little life in this forgotten part Aeolias. Here and there was a small strip of light through the yellowed Wood beams shone from the window or door leaks through, where the small group quickly and quietly slipped past.
over the jagged roof ridges stretched the black night sky as far as you could see before the gaze lost somewhere when the sparkling planet up there wanted to follow with his eyes. This night was clear and humid.
Rafaelle walked purposefully through the maze of streets, squares and courtyards, always accompanied by the synchronous set steps of his two companions. Carelessly he retired to the dog first adjusted the silver shirt, strolled through the long hair or hand unconsciously to the little flower which he is now in his coat pocket wore. Kaim and Marut recognized because Rafaelle IRJ Jeccschalen known peace had not been found. But they asked not even thought of why. Her eyes wandered through the neighborhood, watched intently to the way that struck her master.
were again arrived at one of the smaller courtyards Kaim steps faster. Like a shadow he glided past Rafaelle while Marut approached his master and slid his hand under the light leather jacket.
"ACIR," he murmured softly, Rafaelle waved slightly. "No one is here," he said Kaim and followed in silence, which was received consistently one of the small oval double doors, which also displaced half-hearted how old was repaired. Above the entrance a little silver plate dangling with the inscription, pharmacists'. On the right wall flickered a little torch, which was temporarily fixed with a small stone hoes. The few financial inputs have been there maximum lighting at night, but took a Rafaelle pleased when he saw the unmistakable signs.
:: Right. ::
His hand left the small rose with sharp thorns and he could literally feel the exciting feeling on his skin to knock when he was a character Kaim. Would soon show whether his week-long efforts would finally bear fruit.
The huge man knock briefly five times in a row at the rotten wood, while Rafaelle came to him and a quick look in the eyes of his security guard, he whispered reassuringly. "Be patient."
Behind the door you could hear the soft shuffling of heavy steps Rafaelle expression turned back to the stoic, calm face that you knew of him.
so short at the finish he did not want to lose CONTENANCE and an impatient, are roaring avenger, even if it was boiling in him and burned. Only his eyes reflecting the wild emotions that raced in a veritable hurricane of his soul.
As a door opened and scraping the old face with blue eyes looked towards him, Rafaelle facade was once again, for the view that struck him was as familiar as knowing that it needed no lies between them.
"Shir La Mec Rafaelle."
The old man took a step back in the dim glow of the room behind him and bowed briefly while Rafaelle occurred.
"Your Lord is safe with me." Aljosha Rhaetian Yonnth looked up Kaim and Marut, it was from a crazy picture, since the shadows were Rafaelle almost twice as large as himself Kaim he looked forward hesitantly, while Marut stubborn on his back staring at his master, and not without its decision to leave. Aljosha cleared his throat impatiently tapped to obtain short against breast Maruts to his attention, and succeeded him.
"Go thou now desert rock. Up to my threshold you could help him, but he has to go from here alone." Marut now staring at him, threw a quick glance at the slowly moving in space Rafaelle before turning away, growling and Kaim left behind. Smiling Aljosha closed the door again, and while the two men disappeared as silently as they had come, lay down the broken silence over the lonely back yard.
Aljosha precaution locked his door and turned to his small pharmacy in the nocturnal visitors.
"You've been a long time everything here, "he began carefully the call. He reached for his cane, he had been parked near the door and shuffled Rafaelle behind, extending between the patchwork of overloaded tables, hanging dry plants and full wall of shelves in the back of the store moved.
Rafaelle did not answer it, he inspected apparently interested in one of the test tubes which were filled with a mysterious red liquid, and merrily hinblubberte. The whole room was full of such vessels, in unimaginable forms, even more impossible with little content fog gave of himself. connected with delicate glass tubes gardens here, juices, herbs and medicine to himself. Constructions of almost monumental equipment that connected a complicated maze of tubes with each other, were in independent living among piles of Comrecordern, papers and baskets full of dried leaves around. Not really an order was to be recognized and pursued Rafaelle banned the course of one of those glass tubes, which were even attached to a ceiling of the lower trams.
"Rafaelle?" The young Velaaner
sighed and turned at last to the old man. A loving gaze met the pharmacist as Rafaelle eyed him briefly and even more had to smile when he the old, red wool hat saw that had Aljosha pulled over his gray hair.
"I had to do very much," he finally answered, suppressing the urge to hug the old man simply. Then wake up and look Rafaelle almost pleadingly, his head bent against the rear wall of the store.
"You're impossible boy," growled Aljosha and stalked by his head held high to Rafaelle, as far as his short legs would allow certain subject and he failed to see that his head high up just enough to Rafaelle chest. A gentle smile accompanied him as he was preceded in by a heavy woolen forehand separate part of the room. In passing, he grabbed a carefully Laid bundle deal that was on the old counter and threw it with a mischievous grin on his face over his shoulder.
"This has sent over Xo. The old Grieskram was convinced that you would catch a cold once again you want to go back to Aeolia."
Laughter Rafaelle died instantly Aljosha acknowledged this with a satisfied grunt. A glance back showed him that the bundle Rafaelle had caught something and it looked vertattert before they violet eyes turned to him.
"Yeah," nodded Aljosha, "there is Velaaner who know you better than you think. But you make the more headaches than it might reassure you. I know ... "the spirit realm, he shook it with his head and sat down on the comfortable leather chair, which came here as a single seat. A small fire was crackling in an old oil stove, it smelled a bit made for stale grease, but Aljosha this is less of, as the sensitive nose of Rafaelle.
of the divided room was small but big enough to offer a knee-high table with modern Coman circuit court, a data transfer modem and a transport door, which was mounted behind a bookcase. Otherwise there was no Jewellery to make any pharmacy here. Only a camel coat was as a carpet in front of the oil stove on which the spotted cat of the quarter stretched out and lazy eyes looked up to them.
Rafaelle came in and closed the forehand behind. Then he looked down at the old man and his mouth opened at last to say something, but he came back Aljosha before.
"Sit down and let you see for the first time. It must be months ago, you're last been with me." Aljosha narrowed his eyes and nodded after a few seconds. "I have not often have the opportunity to see real men beauty," he grinned as he Rafaelle easily angered, and then looked at his eyes gave the fire.
The bundle of clothes fell on the table and Rafaelle drove in a reluctant movement the cat on its own. The animal, however, glanced up from only one eye to the uninvited guests before she turned to the side and Rafaelle punished with ignorance.
Sighing, he settled on the skin and waited patiently for the small inspection of the man. It did not make much sense to want to force something Aljosha when old friend anything deemed important.
"It is a journey into the past, when I'm with you," murmured Rafaelle quiet after a while and stared at the small flames behind the board. "My way is always available to you Josh, but it seems ripe for a tidal Jump to visit you."
"I know my boy. You made many trips ... "
" And I paid for it Aljosha. "Rafaelle eyes lit up briefly in a well-known expression, whipping oneself, since two lives tormented and could not forgive.
" It was every time the same if I'm awake. I stare at the tubes in my body as if it were the last thing I can really feel in my new life. After that comes everything else ... again. "
Aljosha love for the Velaaner, his friend, was all the pain and all the associated memories, neither nor diminish. The only thing he could do really was to help a Jeccschalen to pursue the breakthrough goal of the restless Spirit pursued. And may also appear as in the past Rafaelle life, before the young man was so scared and felt this insatiable hatred.
"I will not argue with you again Rafaelle. It is quite impossible to purify up to the effect or even to get ..."
"To not even you have the right Aljosha!"
"Did I not?" Aljosha old face was a bit harder. "I have also experienced."
"I thought they had broken up," whispered Rafaelle rough. "I thought they were dead ... if I had known that you still live where you are, I would sooner come to seek you ... "
" You've too. "Aljosha wrinkled arm went through the short distance between them and lay down on Rafaelle dark hair. Tenderly, he stroked the soft strands, his fingers gently over the left smooth glide, always young face. "You found me and saved."
Bitter Rafaelle laughed and threw back his head, the comforting hand flung back from him. "Yes. A whole life later. "When the two men looked in his eyes, he was the one who first looked away and finally got up.
" A whole, cursed life, Josh. The beast has raged and was intoxicated at their Power. I was blind to everything that has happened to me. I had no sight more for others, for their fate or their pain. Not the smallest message has found its way to me, because I could feel nothing else but my hatred. Everything is constantly mirrored in my eyes. Until I ... your trailer was ... "
Rafaelle stopped abruptly. Aljosha turned your back to staring at the pictures of those days where he does not even recognize. He saw the disfigured creature that he was then, distorted because of the insatiable hunger for revenge and killing. Nearly two lives had it requires from the monster of yesteryear are the Velaaner leave. Even today, the resting wild animals do not.
"I have never said that it was your fault Naéll." The old name Taste of yesteryear stole on Aljosha lips. "Why can not forgive where there is no reason."
"Josh ..." Rafaelle clenched his hands tamed, the urge that rose in him again and made the impatience to rage.
"When we were at university and later at the academy, you always talk about new ways that are only accessible Velaanern. You were obsessed with the knowledge that we could collect and you have pulled us all in your spell with your views and ideas about a new world. " Aljosha voice was insistent like a mantra. That past was that he wanted to represent in Rafaelle eyes. "You hurt yourself Naéll, and this for so long."
"Then heal my wounds." Rafaelle turned to him to ask for absolution. "Tell me a name."
Alsjosha shook his head. It was easier to rush against a wall titanium and to bring down, to breathe as Rafaelle gentle and interested parties back to life. He was a stranger. His dark hair lay over the body like a soft curtain of black velvet night, these strange eyes but dark and hidden behind the wheel of vengeance. Aljosha breathed deeply. It hurt to see Rafaelle Sun
:: That's not you::
"Wilwan."
Rafaelle turned away. Glowing fire him raced across the back, burned himself in almost an impossible pace in his perceptions. Ears heard his cries again, the body felt again the pain that had shaped his life forever.
:: Written in black ... on flesh and blood. ::
Sometimes it was too much for Rafaelle. Often he could feel the sign, and then hermetically closed himself off from everyone accompanying him, met him with affection or sympathy. Then it was as it spread from a void in it that was so powerful that he felt pain could. She grabbed his heart, pounding in protest against his chest, the cold welding pressed by its drilling, wrapped him in a cold and black.
Then came the pictures, crazy grotesque faces, mad laughter and hands that pulled at him ... gnawed at his inside, it erodes. His life force sucked from his body, only the empty shell left behind, which looked disoriented and weak in blinding hot light - and they came back, started again, all to demand of him until he cried, the delusion forfeited half the blood on staring at his body.
Raféll moaned softly and leaned against the Shelf. Laid hands around his upper body searched for the pain to uproot them off.
"It belongs to Jos," he whispered. "It can not stop ..."
Aljosha could not help here. These attacks came and went and he had seen many times before. So he waited a long moment until he was sure that as far Rafaelle had calmed down and taken prisoner, that he could carry on. A certain indifference to the opposite, which he had become knowledgeable witness helped him objectivity and strategic thinking again the old fish out that his friend needed now. Jos and Jos, the rock in the language of Velaaner.
"The appropriate sensors have identified a small squadron. It consists mainly of fighter pilots but also major war cruisers. The consumption of residues to the conclusion that this is an already completed raid.
We have between half a sun change the Calysp and the Aginbargadsektor found and calculates a probable route. They are on the sea of lights and I am sure that they want to retreat into the underlying regions. "
"What about other planets. I remember vaguely that there must K'Ras are somewhere."
Aljosha voice had assumed the tone of a professional strategists. The long training at the Academy had manifested in him, like a second skin.
"He is not interesting here. Between him and the sea are innumerable light-years. The Calyspsektor was the Wilwan this time well enough and their likely prey are abundant. It is possible that they are to withdraw to new formations. It is not, unfortunately, known whether to stay more than one association in the sea. "
"Where is my fleet?"
"She is close enough to intercept the Wilwan, but removed enough to not be seen." Aljosha tapped a short code into the lap before and raced a number column on the small screen.
"A little moon is two jumps away from our current collection point, we do not attract attention. The planets in this quadrant are uninhabited, and we need only one exit, to achieve the Wilwan. We could catch up with her so if it the sea of lights have already achieved. "
" Well. "Aljosha threw another look at the lap." Your main fleet the Wilwan is in hot pursuit. It will be sufficient ... You have divided them since the last attack. Two of your battleships circle Velaa still in orbit ...""
"They should stay there. I need it in case that the father needs my help."
Rafaelle shook images and feelings from himself. Everything comes and goes to the cycle of tides. The ancient law of elementary helped him again now, back to him the upper hand over him, to again practical and concrete decisions.
"What is your command?" The useless question floated through the room like a distant drumbeat that seemed the refractory sprung. By itself crept Rafaelle hand back into his coat pocket and felt the little flower. His hands closed tightly around the paper and crumpled it.
"incitement and destruction ..." Two words that Rafaelle dominated thinking.
"The cargo?"
"probing. If the origin should be known, it brings back go back there. If raw materials of value to be there, it creates in my refinery and then sold them. "
" Is this live for cargo? "
" No. "Rafaelle bowed his head slightly and pulled his hand out of his pocket. small, ruined Rose was in it. "Bring them home ... doctored them in good faith, and help them remember to return to better times. "His thumb stroked caring about the red, ragged leaves." It is a futile exercise, I know. What was once destroyed, can not cure everything. "
" Good. I pass on your orders ... "Groaning Aljosha finally got up and went behind the big chair and pushed it a little to one side. Behind it was a small tin trunk to light, the Aljosha picked up surprisingly easily. In short, he meant Rafaelle, the lap to take off the table so he could leave the chest on it. Encouragingly, he looked his old friend on here, as he lifted the lid.
"It's been a while since Rafaelle. I want to take any risks." He glanced at the bundle of clothes that still lay unheeded on his desk. "Besides ... we know you, and I Xo. You will now want to go back to the fire still hard and I think this is an excellent idea. But," he looked at his friend again, from top to bottom, "I am thinking as Xo. What has always led up to this noble Ausstraffierung, you'll still notice how your black monolith in the message."
Rafaelle nodded silently and quickly took off his clothes while the old man smiling at the contents of his chest was dedicated. Command and are not aware of his charisma, Rafaelle took with him the rite of innocence to his friend and stood naked next to him, while the bundle of clothes was opened clumsy. Just the ignorance about how he looked, made in Rafaelle Aljosha eyes all the more pristine - and untouchable.
"You run so still no underwear out of the house ...? He chuckled and let his head while a precaution disappear into his chest as his shirt flew past him. Innocence and joy was now all that needed Rafaelle Aljosha and had always known how to enable well-placed comments by his friend to light a rage.
"And your eyes still look very closely at everything that moves naked next to you." Rafaelle smiled gently, looked for somewhere the clue to the old carefree days. As Aljosha took the small, silver device in the chest, he lowered his eyes again and grabbed the black leather pants, had brought the Xo for him. He quickly pulled the soft Fabric over and reached for the calf high flat boots, which he put as well.
"Sit down." It was obedience to Rafaelle that he was forced into the chair in which had previously been sitting Aljosha. When his friend came to his side and he stroked her hair reassuringly over his shoulder, muttering softly Rafaelle words, hardly anyone could understand. An ancient spell remembered Aljosha and forbade any view on the body. Rafaelle stretched out his arm and let him slide on the arm relaxed. "The festival is beautiful," he muttered while.
"I know. I see in your eyes Naéll." Sent Aljosha tapped the veins in Rafaelle elbow and set to the device. A small spot only, then filled the vial with the dark blood of the Velaaners.
"Hold still. Now I need two."
Rafaelle pondering stared into the flames and made the ritual endured.
"May I ask the name of the lucky ones?"
Rafaelle frowned. Happy?
"What do you mean?"
Aljosha quickly changed the ampoules and grin. "Well, your support tonight. Or did you like the festival so much that you have not found until after midnight to see me?"
But his friend just stared at him blankly, waiting silently until the second ampoule and was quickly pushed a Aljosha ointment on the puncture wound and released him with a satisfied smile.
"That's enough Will. Marut send you?"
"Both want. I'm not a renewed risk to be taken my friend." Rafaelle got up and reached for the plain white T-shirt and his beloved, dark leather jacket to be both not easy. He pointed with a brief nod to the vials with his blood. "You are forward-looking, as always, Josh." A knowing smile was the only answer.
dressed ready Rafaelle put both hands on his friend's shoulder and drew him a big hug.
"In two days or less," muttered Aljosha to Rafaelle chest and rubbed his head gently against the fabric of the shirt. "You'll meet again a little more in your life and have your ships will be as strong as your heart. But you will be satisfied and happy, so never be more."
"Take care of you," Rafaelle whispered and kissed the wrinkled cheek. "Thanks."
As Rafaelle had gone quiet and Marut by hawking noticeable, is Aljosha triggered its rigidity and looked at the two glass beads, which was reflected in the dark blood Rafaelle. He tenderly stroked the two vials and lifted it up to move it into the appropriate container. A Click on him showed that the openings were locked and the tiny centrifuge had begun to turn in it already.
He reached for his cane and walked to the shop to Marut Kaim and the commands and the blood of their Lord to offer them.
:: Written in black ... on flesh and blood::
somewhere in the neighborhood, there was where the fire festival already passed its peak, found a quiet place on a Rafaelle Steingesims next to a pool of water on which he settled down, had to once again to give the world go by his attention.
The colorful tangle between the fires and torches his pent-up emotions is not immediately brought the desired effect and distraction. But the small gestures of the dancers, the laughter of the passers-by and spectators helped him a little bit to get back to the few hours he had spent in his feeling before a long eternity in these very streets Inshan.
said the large space under it to life, liberty and happiness that was so far away, that would stretch Rafaelle not even shake hands afterwards, without first to get the stars of heaven, before he could feel those two things. As the dancers down there who are in close groups moving, every corner filled out and carried away here and there could even help to drink from the pool when their minds were heated too.
The tables of the cafes and restaurants were filled with visitors who were laughing and joking, unrestrained persuaded each other in silent embraces or adapts to their feelings on this night.
Rafaelle noticed that he had involuntarily found their way back to precisely the place where Inshan and he had visited the little bistro. His eyes wandered from one man, until he punished himself with a smile because he had actually intended, nor seen somewhere a bright trail of the way, for he traveled with Inshan had. Traces became blurred at the moment when it was passed in places and public places and no one would see even the smallest sign that he had ever been here.
was here and there lives. This time, passed through no leavened or spasmodic feeling self-control his thoughts. Rafaelle smiled again as he played with a crumpled paper in his fingers.
Kaim and Marut rushed silently behind her Lord through the old quarter of Aeolia. In the dark, barely lit streets, the two men had a little less threatening, than under the sun, and it seemed Rafaelle behind a large protective wall heranzuwälzen, the more an inch from the side of Velaaners.
The weathered limestone houses were hardly more than a full-grown deciduous trees, were in close order, or to each other and were built here and there dark loopholes open, beneath the black one could suggest other small streets and places. The sands of generations weakly swirled over the irregular surface of paved stones, collected between the decorative pots with small plants from the small entrance doors or lay down on the few chairs and tables, which added up instinctively inclined to the house walls.
The shutters were tightly closed at this time, locked the doors, only the sound of creaking testified in the breeze moving signs, ranging small and forgotten in the streets of a little life in this forgotten part Aeolias. Here and there was a small strip of light through the yellowed Wood beams shone from the window or door leaks through, where the small group quickly and quietly slipped past.
over the jagged roof ridges stretched the black night sky as far as you could see before the gaze lost somewhere when the sparkling planet up there wanted to follow with his eyes. This night was clear and humid.
Rafaelle walked purposefully through the maze of streets, squares and courtyards, always accompanied by the synchronous set steps of his two companions. Carelessly he retired to the dog first adjusted the silver shirt, strolled through the long hair or hand unconsciously to the little flower which he is now in his coat pocket wore. Kaim and Marut recognized because Rafaelle IRJ Jeccschalen known peace had not been found. But they asked not even thought of why. Her eyes wandered through the neighborhood, watched intently to the way that struck her master.
were again arrived at one of the smaller courtyards Kaim steps faster. Like a shadow he glided past Rafaelle while Marut approached his master and slid his hand under the light leather jacket.
"ACIR," he murmured softly, Rafaelle waved slightly. "No one is here," he said Kaim and followed in silence, which was received consistently one of the small oval double doors, which also displaced half-hearted how old was repaired. Above the entrance a little silver plate dangling with the inscription, pharmacists'. On the right wall flickered a little torch, which was temporarily fixed with a small stone hoes. The few financial inputs have been there maximum lighting at night, but took a Rafaelle pleased when he saw the unmistakable signs.
:: Right. ::
His hand left the small rose with sharp thorns and he could literally feel the exciting feeling on his skin to knock when he was a character Kaim. Would soon show whether his week-long efforts would finally bear fruit.
The huge man knock briefly five times in a row at the rotten wood, while Rafaelle came to him and a quick look in the eyes of his security guard, he whispered reassuringly. "Be patient."
Behind the door you could hear the soft shuffling of heavy steps Rafaelle expression turned back to the stoic, calm face that you knew of him.
so short at the finish he did not want to lose CONTENANCE and an impatient, are roaring avenger, even if it was boiling in him and burned. Only his eyes reflecting the wild emotions that raced in a veritable hurricane of his soul.
As a door opened and scraping the old face with blue eyes looked towards him, Rafaelle facade was once again, for the view that struck him was as familiar as knowing that it needed no lies between them.
"Shir La Mec Rafaelle."
The old man took a step back in the dim glow of the room behind him and bowed briefly while Rafaelle occurred.
"Your Lord is safe with me." Aljosha Rhaetian Yonnth looked up Kaim and Marut, it was from a crazy picture, since the shadows were Rafaelle almost twice as large as himself Kaim he looked forward hesitantly, while Marut stubborn on his back staring at his master, and not without its decision to leave. Aljosha cleared his throat impatiently tapped to obtain short against breast Maruts to his attention, and succeeded him.
"Go thou now desert rock. Up to my threshold you could help him, but he has to go from here alone." Marut now staring at him, threw a quick glance at the slowly moving in space Rafaelle before turning away, growling and Kaim left behind. Smiling Aljosha closed the door again, and while the two men disappeared as silently as they had come, lay down the broken silence over the lonely back yard.
Aljosha precaution locked his door and turned to his small pharmacy in the nocturnal visitors.
"You've been a long time everything here, "he began carefully the call. He reached for his cane, he had been parked near the door and shuffled Rafaelle behind, extending between the patchwork of overloaded tables, hanging dry plants and full wall of shelves in the back of the store moved.
Rafaelle did not answer it, he inspected apparently interested in one of the test tubes which were filled with a mysterious red liquid, and merrily hinblubberte. The whole room was full of such vessels, in unimaginable forms, even more impossible with little content fog gave of himself. connected with delicate glass tubes gardens here, juices, herbs and medicine to himself. Constructions of almost monumental equipment that connected a complicated maze of tubes with each other, were in independent living among piles of Comrecordern, papers and baskets full of dried leaves around. Not really an order was to be recognized and pursued Rafaelle banned the course of one of those glass tubes, which were even attached to a ceiling of the lower trams.
"Rafaelle?" The young Velaaner
sighed and turned at last to the old man. A loving gaze met the pharmacist as Rafaelle eyed him briefly and even more had to smile when he the old, red wool hat saw that had Aljosha pulled over his gray hair.
"I had to do very much," he finally answered, suppressing the urge to hug the old man simply. Then wake up and look Rafaelle almost pleadingly, his head bent against the rear wall of the store.
"You're impossible boy," growled Aljosha and stalked by his head held high to Rafaelle, as far as his short legs would allow certain subject and he failed to see that his head high up just enough to Rafaelle chest. A gentle smile accompanied him as he was preceded in by a heavy woolen forehand separate part of the room. In passing, he grabbed a carefully Laid bundle deal that was on the old counter and threw it with a mischievous grin on his face over his shoulder.
"This has sent over Xo. The old Grieskram was convinced that you would catch a cold once again you want to go back to Aeolia."
Laughter Rafaelle died instantly Aljosha acknowledged this with a satisfied grunt. A glance back showed him that the bundle Rafaelle had caught something and it looked vertattert before they violet eyes turned to him.
"Yeah," nodded Aljosha, "there is Velaaner who know you better than you think. But you make the more headaches than it might reassure you. I know ... "the spirit realm, he shook it with his head and sat down on the comfortable leather chair, which came here as a single seat. A small fire was crackling in an old oil stove, it smelled a bit made for stale grease, but Aljosha this is less of, as the sensitive nose of Rafaelle.
of the divided room was small but big enough to offer a knee-high table with modern Coman circuit court, a data transfer modem and a transport door, which was mounted behind a bookcase. Otherwise there was no Jewellery to make any pharmacy here. Only a camel coat was as a carpet in front of the oil stove on which the spotted cat of the quarter stretched out and lazy eyes looked up to them.
Rafaelle came in and closed the forehand behind. Then he looked down at the old man and his mouth opened at last to say something, but he came back Aljosha before.
"Sit down and let you see for the first time. It must be months ago, you're last been with me." Aljosha narrowed his eyes and nodded after a few seconds. "I have not often have the opportunity to see real men beauty," he grinned as he Rafaelle easily angered, and then looked at his eyes gave the fire.
The bundle of clothes fell on the table and Rafaelle drove in a reluctant movement the cat on its own. The animal, however, glanced up from only one eye to the uninvited guests before she turned to the side and Rafaelle punished with ignorance.
Sighing, he settled on the skin and waited patiently for the small inspection of the man. It did not make much sense to want to force something Aljosha when old friend anything deemed important.
"It is a journey into the past, when I'm with you," murmured Rafaelle quiet after a while and stared at the small flames behind the board. "My way is always available to you Josh, but it seems ripe for a tidal Jump to visit you."
"I know my boy. You made many trips ... "
" And I paid for it Aljosha. "Rafaelle eyes lit up briefly in a well-known expression, whipping oneself, since two lives tormented and could not forgive.
" It was every time the same if I'm awake. I stare at the tubes in my body as if it were the last thing I can really feel in my new life. After that comes everything else ... again. "
Aljosha love for the Velaaner, his friend, was all the pain and all the associated memories, neither nor diminish. The only thing he could do really was to help a Jeccschalen to pursue the breakthrough goal of the restless Spirit pursued. And may also appear as in the past Rafaelle life, before the young man was so scared and felt this insatiable hatred.
"I will not argue with you again Rafaelle. It is quite impossible to purify up to the effect or even to get ..."
"To not even you have the right Aljosha!"
"Did I not?" Aljosha old face was a bit harder. "I have also experienced."
"I thought they had broken up," whispered Rafaelle rough. "I thought they were dead ... if I had known that you still live where you are, I would sooner come to seek you ... "
" You've too. "Aljosha wrinkled arm went through the short distance between them and lay down on Rafaelle dark hair. Tenderly, he stroked the soft strands, his fingers gently over the left smooth glide, always young face. "You found me and saved."
Bitter Rafaelle laughed and threw back his head, the comforting hand flung back from him. "Yes. A whole life later. "When the two men looked in his eyes, he was the one who first looked away and finally got up.
" A whole, cursed life, Josh. The beast has raged and was intoxicated at their Power. I was blind to everything that has happened to me. I had no sight more for others, for their fate or their pain. Not the smallest message has found its way to me, because I could feel nothing else but my hatred. Everything is constantly mirrored in my eyes. Until I ... your trailer was ... "
Rafaelle stopped abruptly. Aljosha turned your back to staring at the pictures of those days where he does not even recognize. He saw the disfigured creature that he was then, distorted because of the insatiable hunger for revenge and killing. Nearly two lives had it requires from the monster of yesteryear are the Velaaner leave. Even today, the resting wild animals do not.
"I have never said that it was your fault Naéll." The old name Taste of yesteryear stole on Aljosha lips. "Why can not forgive where there is no reason."
"Josh ..." Rafaelle clenched his hands tamed, the urge that rose in him again and made the impatience to rage.
"When we were at university and later at the academy, you always talk about new ways that are only accessible Velaanern. You were obsessed with the knowledge that we could collect and you have pulled us all in your spell with your views and ideas about a new world. " Aljosha voice was insistent like a mantra. That past was that he wanted to represent in Rafaelle eyes. "You hurt yourself Naéll, and this for so long."
"Then heal my wounds." Rafaelle turned to him to ask for absolution. "Tell me a name."
Alsjosha shook his head. It was easier to rush against a wall titanium and to bring down, to breathe as Rafaelle gentle and interested parties back to life. He was a stranger. His dark hair lay over the body like a soft curtain of black velvet night, these strange eyes but dark and hidden behind the wheel of vengeance. Aljosha breathed deeply. It hurt to see Rafaelle Sun
:: That's not you::
"Wilwan."
Rafaelle turned away. Glowing fire him raced across the back, burned himself in almost an impossible pace in his perceptions. Ears heard his cries again, the body felt again the pain that had shaped his life forever.
:: Written in black ... on flesh and blood. ::
Sometimes it was too much for Rafaelle. Often he could feel the sign, and then hermetically closed himself off from everyone accompanying him, met him with affection or sympathy. Then it was as it spread from a void in it that was so powerful that he felt pain could. She grabbed his heart, pounding in protest against his chest, the cold welding pressed by its drilling, wrapped him in a cold and black.
Then came the pictures, crazy grotesque faces, mad laughter and hands that pulled at him ... gnawed at his inside, it erodes. His life force sucked from his body, only the empty shell left behind, which looked disoriented and weak in blinding hot light - and they came back, started again, all to demand of him until he cried, the delusion forfeited half the blood on staring at his body.
Raféll moaned softly and leaned against the Shelf. Laid hands around his upper body searched for the pain to uproot them off.
"It belongs to Jos," he whispered. "It can not stop ..."
Aljosha could not help here. These attacks came and went and he had seen many times before. So he waited a long moment until he was sure that as far Rafaelle had calmed down and taken prisoner, that he could carry on. A certain indifference to the opposite, which he had become knowledgeable witness helped him objectivity and strategic thinking again the old fish out that his friend needed now. Jos and Jos, the rock in the language of Velaaner.
"The appropriate sensors have identified a small squadron. It consists mainly of fighter pilots but also major war cruisers. The consumption of residues to the conclusion that this is an already completed raid.
We have between half a sun change the Calysp and the Aginbargadsektor found and calculates a probable route. They are on the sea of lights and I am sure that they want to retreat into the underlying regions. "
"What about other planets. I remember vaguely that there must K'Ras are somewhere."
Aljosha voice had assumed the tone of a professional strategists. The long training at the Academy had manifested in him, like a second skin.
"He is not interesting here. Between him and the sea are innumerable light-years. The Calyspsektor was the Wilwan this time well enough and their likely prey are abundant. It is possible that they are to withdraw to new formations. It is not, unfortunately, known whether to stay more than one association in the sea. "
"Where is my fleet?"
"She is close enough to intercept the Wilwan, but removed enough to not be seen." Aljosha tapped a short code into the lap before and raced a number column on the small screen.
"A little moon is two jumps away from our current collection point, we do not attract attention. The planets in this quadrant are uninhabited, and we need only one exit, to achieve the Wilwan. We could catch up with her so if it the sea of lights have already achieved. "
" Well. "Aljosha threw another look at the lap." Your main fleet the Wilwan is in hot pursuit. It will be sufficient ... You have divided them since the last attack. Two of your battleships circle Velaa still in orbit ...""
"They should stay there. I need it in case that the father needs my help."
Rafaelle shook images and feelings from himself. Everything comes and goes to the cycle of tides. The ancient law of elementary helped him again now, back to him the upper hand over him, to again practical and concrete decisions.
"What is your command?" The useless question floated through the room like a distant drumbeat that seemed the refractory sprung. By itself crept Rafaelle hand back into his coat pocket and felt the little flower. His hands closed tightly around the paper and crumpled it.
"incitement and destruction ..." Two words that Rafaelle dominated thinking.
"The cargo?"
"probing. If the origin should be known, it brings back go back there. If raw materials of value to be there, it creates in my refinery and then sold them. "
" Is this live for cargo? "
" No. "Rafaelle bowed his head slightly and pulled his hand out of his pocket. small, ruined Rose was in it. "Bring them home ... doctored them in good faith, and help them remember to return to better times. "His thumb stroked caring about the red, ragged leaves." It is a futile exercise, I know. What was once destroyed, can not cure everything. "
" Good. I pass on your orders ... "Groaning Aljosha finally got up and went behind the big chair and pushed it a little to one side. Behind it was a small tin trunk to light, the Aljosha picked up surprisingly easily. In short, he meant Rafaelle, the lap to take off the table so he could leave the chest on it. Encouragingly, he looked his old friend on here, as he lifted the lid.
"It's been a while since Rafaelle. I want to take any risks." He glanced at the bundle of clothes that still lay unheeded on his desk. "Besides ... we know you, and I Xo. You will now want to go back to the fire still hard and I think this is an excellent idea. But," he looked at his friend again, from top to bottom, "I am thinking as Xo. What has always led up to this noble Ausstraffierung, you'll still notice how your black monolith in the message."
Rafaelle nodded silently and quickly took off his clothes while the old man smiling at the contents of his chest was dedicated. Command and are not aware of his charisma, Rafaelle took with him the rite of innocence to his friend and stood naked next to him, while the bundle of clothes was opened clumsy. Just the ignorance about how he looked, made in Rafaelle Aljosha eyes all the more pristine - and untouchable.
"You run so still no underwear out of the house ...? He chuckled and let his head while a precaution disappear into his chest as his shirt flew past him. Innocence and joy was now all that needed Rafaelle Aljosha and had always known how to enable well-placed comments by his friend to light a rage.
"And your eyes still look very closely at everything that moves naked next to you." Rafaelle smiled gently, looked for somewhere the clue to the old carefree days. As Aljosha took the small, silver device in the chest, he lowered his eyes again and grabbed the black leather pants, had brought the Xo for him. He quickly pulled the soft Fabric over and reached for the calf high flat boots, which he put as well.
"Sit down." It was obedience to Rafaelle that he was forced into the chair in which had previously been sitting Aljosha. When his friend came to his side and he stroked her hair reassuringly over his shoulder, muttering softly Rafaelle words, hardly anyone could understand. An ancient spell remembered Aljosha and forbade any view on the body. Rafaelle stretched out his arm and let him slide on the arm relaxed. "The festival is beautiful," he muttered while.
"I know. I see in your eyes Naéll." Sent Aljosha tapped the veins in Rafaelle elbow and set to the device. A small spot only, then filled the vial with the dark blood of the Velaaners.
"Hold still. Now I need two."
Rafaelle pondering stared into the flames and made the ritual endured.
"May I ask the name of the lucky ones?"
Rafaelle frowned. Happy?
"What do you mean?"
Aljosha quickly changed the ampoules and grin. "Well, your support tonight. Or did you like the festival so much that you have not found until after midnight to see me?"
But his friend just stared at him blankly, waiting silently until the second ampoule and was quickly pushed a Aljosha ointment on the puncture wound and released him with a satisfied smile.
"That's enough Will. Marut send you?"
"Both want. I'm not a renewed risk to be taken my friend." Rafaelle got up and reached for the plain white T-shirt and his beloved, dark leather jacket to be both not easy. He pointed with a brief nod to the vials with his blood. "You are forward-looking, as always, Josh." A knowing smile was the only answer.
dressed ready Rafaelle put both hands on his friend's shoulder and drew him a big hug.
"In two days or less," muttered Aljosha to Rafaelle chest and rubbed his head gently against the fabric of the shirt. "You'll meet again a little more in your life and have your ships will be as strong as your heart. But you will be satisfied and happy, so never be more."
"Take care of you," Rafaelle whispered and kissed the wrinkled cheek. "Thanks."
As Rafaelle had gone quiet and Marut by hawking noticeable, is Aljosha triggered its rigidity and looked at the two glass beads, which was reflected in the dark blood Rafaelle. He tenderly stroked the two vials and lifted it up to move it into the appropriate container. A Click on him showed that the openings were locked and the tiny centrifuge had begun to turn in it already.
He reached for his cane and walked to the shop to Marut Kaim and the commands and the blood of their Lord to offer them.
:: Written in black ... on flesh and blood::
~~~~~~~~~
somewhere in the neighborhood, there was where the fire festival already passed its peak, found a quiet place on a Rafaelle Steingesims next to a pool of water on which he settled down, had to once again to give the world go by his attention.
The colorful tangle between the fires and torches his pent-up emotions is not immediately brought the desired effect and distraction. But the small gestures of the dancers, the laughter of the passers-by and spectators helped him a little bit to get back to the few hours he had spent in his feeling before a long eternity in these very streets Inshan.
said the large space under it to life, liberty and happiness that was so far away, that would stretch Rafaelle not even shake hands afterwards, without first to get the stars of heaven, before he could feel those two things. As the dancers down there who are in close groups moving, every corner filled out and carried away here and there could even help to drink from the pool when their minds were heated too.
The tables of the cafes and restaurants were filled with visitors who were laughing and joking, unrestrained persuaded each other in silent embraces or adapts to their feelings on this night.
Rafaelle noticed that he had involuntarily found their way back to precisely the place where Inshan and he had visited the little bistro. His eyes wandered from one man, until he punished himself with a smile because he had actually intended, nor seen somewhere a bright trail of the way, for he traveled with Inshan had. Traces became blurred at the moment when it was passed in places and public places and no one would see even the smallest sign that he had ever been here.
was here and there lives. This time, passed through no leavened or spasmodic feeling self-control his thoughts. Rafaelle smiled again as he played with a crumpled paper in his fingers.
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