Germany
Present moment
Um-Mu City Headquarters
Stadt der Magie
Grafschaft der Zauberer
City of Goethe Von Wolfgang
We were in the middle of the procession that would be with their mother, who had died in the autumn, and we spent the whole winter in the country, alone, me, Astrid, and Sonia.
Astrid was a priestess of the Um-Mu sect of that city where they lived, in addition to being an old friend and acquaintance of the family, the childcare worker who raised us, whom I remember and whom I have loved since I can remember.
As for Sonia, who was my youngest sister, even in the transition period, before they took my mother to the temple for the day of the dead celebrations, we spent the winter sad and gloomy in our old house in Lodbrok, a city by Goethe.
Even in the fog, when the weather was cold, windy, to such an extent that the drifts of accumulated snow passed the height of the windows, when the windows were almost always covered with ice and fogged up, and during most of the winter, no we left the house, neither on foot nor by Jet Ski, and rarely did anyone visit us; and whoever came did not add joy and pleasure to our house.
When everyone had sad faces, everyone spoke softly, even on the eve of the holidays of the spirits, as well as the celebrations, for their relatives to take their dead to the hilltop temples.
Due to the fact that many of them would stand up like zombies before the processions, as if they were afraid of disturbing someone, they would not laugh, sigh, and often cry, so they would have to be washed, which wasn't really a problem, it was the moaning.
Then, when everyone was looking at me and, above all, at little Sonia, in the little black dress, since they would all be initiated into the ancient festivities, at the magicians from the nearby towns, in which they would prepare, just like the neighbors, and us from our house, it seemed that death still made itself felt.
In which even though the city was taken over by supernatural beings, even though they feared they would eat one due to the air of sadness and the horror of death hanging in the air, the air that was charged with what they called miasma, the energy of the dead, the city's necromancers, both for the fact that our mother was a mage before she died, so she was a Lich that would rise before her time.
Even if that was it, there would be hordes of hungry zombies, so in her resting place, in Mom's room it was closed, I lived in amazement, as the priests would take her soul into her zombie body, which was something impelled me to peek into that empty room as I passed it, before going to sleep, spirits all over the city.
I was seventeen at the time, and the same year that Mom died, she wanted to move to the city to introduce me to the Um-Mu sect society organization, so when it happened that I went Losing my mother was a big disappointment for me, but I must confess that, behind that sadness, there was also the fact that I was young, pretty, as everyone told me.
That hour, with the visit of a representative of the order, as I was wasting the second winter there, in the countryside and in solitude, it was before the end of winter, that feeling of melancholy, I should have been initiated earlier, but due to ceremony and the isolation and sheer boredom increased to the point where I wouldn't leave my room, open the lid on the piano, stay on my computer or pick up my Kindle.
When Astrid tried to convince me to take care of one thing or another, I'd say, I don't feel like it, I can't, and inside I'd say,
Even though there were several times when I said.
- For what? And to that "why" there was no other answer than tears.
I was told that I had lost weight and become ugly in that time, but that didn't bother me.
Got the same question.
- For what? For whom?
Then, when it seemed that I would have to spend my whole life in that solitary backwater and in an incurable melancholy, from which I myself, alone, had neither the strength nor the desire to escape, so, towards the end of the summer, almost back to winter.
That's when Astrid started to fear for me and decided to take me abroad at all costs, even if that required money, and the truth is, we didn't know what we'd have left after Mama's death, and every day we waited for her to die. arrival of a tutor who was supposed to look after our business, anyway the cult's representative for initiation.
In March, the tutor arrived.
- Good thing, I thought you wouldn't come. - Astrid said one day, one day, when I was walking from one corner to another, like a shadow, without activity, without thoughts, without desires.
She was close to turning into a wraith.
When Serguei Harald arrived, asked for us and wants to come to dinner.
- So, cheer up, my Osmond, when you added no, what will he think of you?
- You know, he liked you all so much.
Serguei Harald was our neighbours and had been a friend of our late father, who, although much younger than him, in addition to his arrival changing our plans and allowing us to leave the countryside, since I was a child, I had got used to liking him and respecting him. him, and Astrid, in recommending that I perk up, guessed that of all our acquaintances.
When Serguei Harald was the one I would most dislike in front of, to present myself with an unfavourable aspect, in which, in addition to the fact that I and everyone at home, starting with Astrid and Sonia, being his goddaughter, down to the last coachman, we liked Serguei Harald by custom, to me, in that he had a special meaning from a thing that mother spoke in my presence, whereupon she said that she wanted a husband like him for me.
At the time, it was the right occasion for this to surprise me, which I thought was rather unpleasant; my hero was completely different, it being my hero who was fragile, thin, pale, and sad.
Seeing at that time, towards Sergei Harald was older mage tall, for someone his age, he was firm and smooth skinned.
When he was in a good physique and his appearance didn't look like he was over 40 years old, he was well maintained, the magic that bathed him was what kept him young, the problem, was that she didn't know what magic that was, due to the fact that nobody knew his real dyad, in which he seemed to be always happy; but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Even though, despite that, mom's words were stuck in my imagination and, even six years before, when I was eleven years old and he called me you, played with me and called me Suyane girl, I sometimes asked myself, not without afraid, what would I do if he suddenly really wanted to marry me.
Sergei Harald arrived before dinner, for which Astrid had prepared a cream pie and spinach sauce. I saw through the window when he was arriving on a small Jet Ski, however, as soon as the Jet Ski.
When he disappeared from sight behind a corner of the house, I ran into the living room and wanted to pretend that I hadn't been expecting him at all, even so, when I heard the stamping of feet in the hall, his loud voice and Astrid's footsteps, I couldn't help myself and I went to meet you.