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Rinhs Light
Landir`th and Karasta
Dawn was slowly breaking over the land. The sun lit the sky red before the black night brought the calm.
"Mamma, tell me the story of Landir`th and Karasta! Please!", A little girl with wild brown curly hair looked up at her mother with a good heart. The mother smiled and sat down by the campfire. "Mother Mamild tells a story, come and listen!" Shouted a tall man who immediately sat down by the fire. From the shade of the tents that stood around the red fire came men, women, and children and sat around the fire. Mamild took her daughter on her lap and closed her eyes for a brief moment. Then she began to tell in a clear and calm voice and everyone listened mesmerized:
The story of Landir`th and Karasta
A long time ago, in the age of the sun, the Elbe Landir`th lived. Big and proud, of noble blood, he was not only known in the Elbe countries, no, one could hear about his courage, strength and cleverness to the other end of our world. And as the rumors told it, so it was. He went through the world and freed it from the little evil that existed back then. He thought he had seen the whole world, but in his size and in his pride, he forgot us. We the small, constantly wandering people, the gypsies. But how should he know that we too have our heroes? Where from, he thought he had seen everything ...
Mamild took a short break. "Go on! Now comes Karasta!", The little girl in her lap fidgeted restlessly and Mamild smiled into her face, so she continued ... one last time:
Karasta, a gypsy from the southern countries. It was celebrated in our ranks. It was said that their beauty was in no way inferior to the Elves. Brave and honest like a warrior, self-confident and seductive like an Amazon, loyal and loving like a mother and of course free like us, she was considered the gypsy goddess.But which Elbe already pays attention to a gypsy goddess, he has his own, Gilindo, Emeren, Telmins and Mara`thil are just a few.
Landir`th was drawn into the world, so it happened that one day he was wandering around the forests of Karasta. He came across a small village and looked at it. With his head held high, he walked between the tents. He looked disapprovingly at the women and children who were sitting on the colorful blankets on the floor in front of their tents. We all looked up and watched the elf walk with feather-light steps through the village. Then he saw Karasta. Her dark curls, which reached to the waist, her red robe, her full lips and her black eyes left him no more peace. She noticed his look. But she recognized nothing in him but a pale, bland man without age, without flaws. She turned and left. Landir`th was amazed, didn't this woman know who he was? With a few steps he caught up with Karasta. “Say, what are you looking for here in a village like this?” Karasta looked at him astonished: “This is what I call my home… if you don't like it, nobody keeps her here!” “A woman like you doesn't belong here could be of royal blood. "" Should I feel honored by these words? "Before Landir`th could continue, she cut him off:" What makes a king better? ", on the heel she turned away and ran from that. Landir`th doesn't even try to go after her. This was her home and in the woods even he as an elf would no longer have the opportunity to follow her. With a heavy heart he left, but not a single night went by without seeing her eyes in his dreams.
When he was back in his home country, he was warmly welcomed. The council of his people let him take part in the meetings, as he knew so much. In one of the meetings the country in which Karasta lived was discussed. The Elves wanted to win it for themselves, as it was deserted and uninhabited.Landir`th listened for the first time. He left the room restless. What was wrong with him? Yes, this woman had tied him up, but what was more important to him ... some woman he didn't even know or his reputation. His heart ached as he chose his size, pride, and prestige. And as his gods wanted, he was called to the troops that were to search the lands. Every day they approached the small tent village. One evening when they made their night camp, the fine ears of the elves heard noises. They came from all directions and before they could do anything the Gypsy men stood in front of them, armed and ready to fight. The Elves stood behind Landir'th and waited for his orders, but he was silent. Then he recognized a figure between the men who was slowly coming forward. Karasta. She wore trousers and her bare navel was adorned with a gold ribbon. She herself also had a sword in her hand. She came slowly towards Landir`th. A smile graced her face: "So we'll see each other again ... Elbe of noble blood!", The mockery in her voice could hardly be ignored. Landir`th couldn't help it and looked down. "Even if you are descended from the gods, you do not have the right to take our home from us! Get out!" Landir`th's head remained bowed, he whispered softly: "We will go!" The other elves looked at him in astonishment. "This witch has enchanted him! Don't believe a word Landir`th! But protect his life!" An Elf shouted through the night and as if on command, all the Elves rushed towards the gypsies. A bitter struggle began ...
Mamild listened. The other gypsies also looked around. The men took up their weapons, which shimmered in the firelight. The tents and the few trees around them cast deep shadows in which one could hardly see anything. The men stood up and stood in front of their wives. The little girl looked up at her mother in fear.Then they came out of nowhere. Their leather skin fell in folds over the hunched bones, their faces were disfigured and their dirty yellow eyes looked at the gypsies full of hatred. The weapons of the underworlds, the Taalhs, were filthy and had dried blood on them. But the men did not take a step backwards. The little girl began to whimper. Mamild pulled her close and with her other hand found the small sword on her belt.
"Kill them all!", The low voice, which spoke angelically, made the gypsies winced. The Taalhs charged at the men. Mamild grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled her away a little. When a figure emerged from the shadows in front of her. Tall and slim, the demoness stood before Mamild beautifully. "Run my child! Run like Karasta! May the goddess watch over you!", Mamild pushed her child into the forest and stood up in front of the demoness. The white hair was blowing slightly in the wind and her bright clothes let her appear in a mystical light. The little girl could only make out the shadow of her mother in the dark. Swords clattered around them. There were screams that went through your marrow. The first tents were on fire and thick smoke rose. The Taahl pecked at the corpses mercilessly, persecuted women and tore children from their lives without flinching. But the girl only heard this vaguely. She was trembling all over, her eyes fixed on the woman. Her gaze was ice cold and her dark aura shook the strongest warrior, her power seemed infinite. Mamild turned around briefly and looked her daughter in the eye. Words that the girl could not understand came from her lips. Then she turned around. A flash of red flashed through the air and then a scream ... a scream that will be forever in the girl's heart. A scream full of pain and fear.
"Mamma, tell me the story of Landir`th and Karasta! Please!", A little girl with wild brown curly hair looked up at her mother with a good heart. The mother smiled and sat down by the campfire. "Mother Mamild tells a story, come and listen!" Shouted a tall man who immediately sat down by the fire. From the shade of the tents that stood around the red fire came men, women, and children and sat around the fire. Mamild took her daughter on her lap and closed her eyes for a brief moment. Then she began to tell in a clear and calm voice and everyone listened mesmerized:
The story of Landir`th and Karasta
A long time ago, in the age of the sun, the Elbe Landir`th lived. Big and proud, of noble blood, he was not only known in the Elbe countries, no, one could hear about his courage, strength and cleverness to the other end of our world. And as the rumors told it, so it was. He went through the world and freed it from the little evil that existed back then. He thought he had seen the whole world, but in his size and in his pride, he forgot us. We the small, constantly wandering people, the gypsies. But how should he know that we too have our heroes? Where from, he thought he had seen everything ...
Mamild took a short break. "Go on! Now comes Karasta!", The little girl in her lap fidgeted restlessly and Mamild smiled into her face, so she continued ... one last time:
Karasta, a gypsy from the southern countries. It was celebrated in our ranks. It was said that their beauty was in no way inferior to the Elves. Brave and honest like a warrior, self-confident and seductive like an Amazon, loyal and loving like a mother and of course free like us, she was considered the gypsy goddess.But which Elbe already pays attention to a gypsy goddess, he has his own, Gilindo, Emeren, Telmins and Mara`thil are just a few.
Landir`th was drawn into the world, so it happened that one day he was wandering around the forests of Karasta. He came across a small village and looked at it. With his head held high, he walked between the tents. He looked disapprovingly at the women and children who were sitting on the colorful blankets on the floor in front of their tents. We all looked up and watched the elf walk with feather-light steps through the village. Then he saw Karasta. Her dark curls, which reached to the waist, her red robe, her full lips and her black eyes left him no more peace. She noticed his look. But she recognized nothing in him but a pale, bland man without age, without flaws. She turned and left. Landir`th was amazed, didn't this woman know who he was? With a few steps he caught up with Karasta. “Say, what are you looking for here in a village like this?” Karasta looked at him astonished: “This is what I call my home… if you don't like it, nobody keeps her here!” “A woman like you doesn't belong here could be of royal blood. "" Should I feel honored by these words? "Before Landir`th could continue, she cut him off:" What makes a king better? ", on the heel she turned away and ran from that. Landir`th doesn't even try to go after her. This was her home and in the woods even he as an elf would no longer have the opportunity to follow her. With a heavy heart he left, but not a single night went by without seeing her eyes in his dreams.
When he was back in his home country, he was warmly welcomed. The council of his people let him take part in the meetings, as he knew so much. In one of the meetings the country in which Karasta lived was discussed. The Elves wanted to win it for themselves, as it was deserted and uninhabited.Landir`th listened for the first time. He left the room restless. What was wrong with him? Yes, this woman had tied him up, but what was more important to him ... some woman he didn't even know or his reputation. His heart ached as he chose his size, pride, and prestige. And as his gods wanted, he was called to the troops that were to search the lands. Every day they approached the small tent village. One evening when they made their night camp, the fine ears of the elves heard noises. They came from all directions and before they could do anything the Gypsy men stood in front of them, armed and ready to fight. The Elves stood behind Landir'th and waited for his orders, but he was silent. Then he recognized a figure between the men who was slowly coming forward. Karasta. She wore trousers and her bare navel was adorned with a gold ribbon. She herself also had a sword in her hand. She came slowly towards Landir`th. A smile graced her face: "So we'll see each other again ... Elbe of noble blood!", The mockery in her voice could hardly be ignored. Landir`th couldn't help it and looked down. "Even if you are descended from the gods, you do not have the right to take our home from us! Get out!" Landir`th's head remained bowed, he whispered softly: "We will go!" The other elves looked at him in astonishment. "This witch has enchanted him! Don't believe a word Landir`th! But protect his life!" An Elf shouted through the night and as if on command, all the Elves rushed towards the gypsies. A bitter struggle began ...
Mamild listened. The other gypsies also looked around. The men took up their weapons, which shimmered in the firelight. The tents and the few trees around them cast deep shadows in which one could hardly see anything. The men stood up and stood in front of their wives. The little girl looked up at her mother in fear.Then they came out of nowhere. Their leather skin fell in folds over the hunched bones, their faces were disfigured and their dirty yellow eyes looked at the gypsies full of hatred. The weapons of the underworlds, the Taalhs, were filthy and had dried blood on them. But the men did not take a step backwards. The little girl began to whimper. Mamild pulled her close and with her other hand found the small sword on her belt.
"Kill them all!", The low voice, which spoke angelically, made the gypsies winced. The Taalhs charged at the men. Mamild grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled her away a little. When a figure emerged from the shadows in front of her. Tall and slim, the demoness stood before Mamild beautifully. "Run my child! Run like Karasta! May the goddess watch over you!", Mamild pushed her child into the forest and stood up in front of the demoness. The white hair was blowing slightly in the wind and her bright clothes let her appear in a mystical light. The little girl could only make out the shadow of her mother in the dark. Swords clattered around them. There were screams that went through your marrow. The first tents were on fire and thick smoke rose. The Taahl pecked at the corpses mercilessly, persecuted women and tore children from their lives without flinching. But the girl only heard this vaguely. She was trembling all over, her eyes fixed on the woman. Her gaze was ice cold and her dark aura shook the strongest warrior, her power seemed infinite. Mamild turned around briefly and looked her daughter in the eye. Words that the girl could not understand came from her lips. Then she turned around. A flash of red flashed through the air and then a scream ... a scream that will be forever in the girl's heart. A scream full of pain and fear.