Eloha first chapter of which was used to introduce a little dark.
Music inspiration: Goran Bregovic & Ofra Haza - Cantonero (Queen Margot Theme)
"And the first was the One, because only he was arrogant enough to believe himself. "
A soft voice and soothing rose into the air of a foggy morning. A woman's voice, plaintive. This singing was crouched on a stone wall, legs drawn up under it, covered by her skirt of brown cloth. A rough cloth in tight bodice complemented his dark outfit. Only his bright red hair seemed to accompany clam worms in the wind.
His blue eyes as clear as water from a river staring ahead. "Eloha. This name was often in his lament. Nobody could say whether this was the reason for her tears yet all would have sworn that if and wept with her. Yet the fresh air and invigorating you stung nostrils and you to tears as if it was not enough.
But she did not sing for others or for herself, she was only necrotic darkness that encircled her heart and stifled. She claimed her sentence to the hills, trees and small hamlet below.
A crow spun for a moment over it before landing on one of the gallows that decorated the town square. So far, one would have thought to toys macabre or greasy poles, perhaps, but their fruit was much more mature and oozing entrails.
Tears flowed down her cheeks, blazing a trail as the wind tried wet to dry. His voice did not weaken "Eloha!"
She sang and wept for a man than a man, a hero, a hope. And beyond that, she wept for a country, nation, even for the world perhaps.
Today's song was known to all and never stopped. No man would dare laugh about it and thus offend the gods. Yet, all without exception would have liked it ever existed.
The last verse died away in the dawn. One soldier who was waiting patiently cleared his throat, embarrassed. He did not like what he had to do, but this was his duty.
The girl more beautiful than the dawn was left away without resistance, his face expressionless. The collection would begin soon.
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