My fan fiction II

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Nuala's Monologues

The second monologue


Water will have its day; and blood will flow like water.
Salman Rushdie


Some say once upon a time, when the humans and Sons of the Earth lived together in harmony.
But people began the War. There were several of them. The last one, just before the Great Truce, was a real slaughter. I could not understand this. Occasionally humans, as well as magical creatures, had wars in their separate worlds. We did not get along with dwarves. They did not get along with each other.
But the Last War between the humans and Sons of the Earth was unnaturally cruel and dreadful. The humans came from towns and tried to slay us. Violently. Without mercy.
The Golden Army was our respond. Mechanical soldiers washed the humans' flesh out from the battle field. We decided not to go further. Our victory coasted too high a price. To go further meant the end of our race, even if not physically, then mentally. The worst sin is to destroy one's soul. Even if it is a soul of an elf.
It is interesting to see how humans reflected our people in their culture. We were fragile magical creatures and at the same time warriors. They caught the essence of elves. But our nature was different at the point of our aims. We probably know our purpose better. We realize entirely for what we have been created. We do not so often as humans behave against our nature.
All what you did, my brother, was done from the roots of love. Even what you did to our father. I understand this. You were misguided. Your exile lasted too long. From the price of the Unseen Realm you became the prince of the Forgotten Realm. You just went too far. Like humans. Ironically enough.
You did not want the truce. You wanted victory. To want victory is to want war.
You wanted revenge. This is understandable. Our mother fell in the battle with humans. It was long before the Last War. She was really strong physically, spiritually and magically. She was almost invincible in battle. There was a battle where almost all of her warriors fell. But she ordered them to rise. It coasted her life.
"Water will have its day; and blood will flow like water."
This was the most horrible thing my mother ever told me. And the last one.
It is a mistake to think of day of the doom as of the last day or the one day. It repeats.
And I saw this day. And I was among those who arranged it. The Golden Princess.

Comments

[pytilovsky.livejournal.com]

Очень понравилось. Понравился стиль и короткие предложения. Чем-то напоминает комментарии к играм, кстати.

You wanted victory. To want victory is to want war. Прикольно)

Получилось даже как-то глубже что ли, чем в фильме..