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JJ Hauver

"Romrook Square- Part 3: Nerikasne" by JJ Hauver

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Part Three of Six in a spoke series. This is the tale of Nerikasne, an innocent bystander who views the fight of Anagel and Sanatarv.
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←- Romrook Square- Part 1: Anagel | Romrook Square- Part 4: Priaytohr -→

It was starting to get cold.  Dipper was coming down with the sniffles and I didn’t want him to get sick.  So him and me slept next to the building with the big oven that smelled good.  The people who worked there didn’t like us sleeping there, but they were closed.  They had gone to bed a little before the two men started fighting with their swords.

            Dipper and I were just falling asleep when the two men started yelling at each other.  I sat up and pulled the blanket around me.  Dipper started whinnying, so I let him have some of the blanket.

            I wondered when Mirma and Dia were coming back.  They told me that when it started to get cold, they would come back for me.  Dipper is my best friend, and I love him to bits, but I miss my mirma and dia.

            I moved closer to the place where the men were fighting.  It was loud and I put my hands to my ears.  Dipper didn’t like it, either.  He clopped around and snorted.  He especially didn’t like the man with the dark hair.

            Dipper laid down in front of me.  I petted his soft, white skin.  He really likes it when I braid his long hair, so I did.  Mirma had taught me how to braid.  She said that you’d never know when you’d need to braid something.  I laughed as he made his almost kitty-purring noise.  My arms hurt after a while, so I tried to keep warm.

            I saw the man with the long brown hair smile at me.  I liked him much better than the other man, so I smiled at him. 

            Then, the bad man almost hurt the good man.  Dipper got upset and began prancing around the bad man.  Their noises got louder until Priaytohr showed up.  Priaytohr didn’t like me very much.  He said I was “a vagabond who’d one day be a full grown gypsy-whore”.  I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it wasn’t good.  Dipper liked to bite his knees whenever he’d say anything to me.

            Priaytohr yelled at the men and told them he was taking them to jail.  Good, I said to Dipper.  They needed to go to jail.  I wanted to go to sleep before it got really cold.  I liked to dream that Dipper and me were in a forest with lots of other unicorns.  It was summer and there was tons of fruit for us to eat. 

I was thinking about my unicorn dream when the bad man did the worst thing I’ve ever seen.  Priaytohr was starting to get out his shackles, like he usually does after he tells the people they’re going to jail, when the bad man stabbed Priaytohr through the belly.  I put my hand over my mouth so that they would hear me scream.  I started crying. He was a really really bad man!  I didn’t like Priaytohr, but I don’t think he should’ve died!  Poor, poor Priaytohr.

It wasn’t that cold out, but my body suddenly felt like it was.  I clung to Dipper, but he was too angry to sit still.  He began trying to stab the bad man in the tummy.  I think he deserved it.  I wiped the tears with my sleeve.

I started thinking of where such a bad man could come from.  Then, I knew that he wasn’t a man!  Something kind of whispered in my ears that he wasn’t a person, but a scary monster in disguise.  I wondered what he looked like under his human skin.  I bet he was all nasty and scary looking.

They were very close to me.  Dipper saw that and stood in front of me.  I stood on my knees to get a better look at what they were doing.  They were really loud, so loud that I couldn’t stand it.  I didn’t like that noise.  That’s when the good man killed me.

It wasn’t his fault.  It was his sword, but he didn’t mean to hurt me.  The mean monster-man tricked him.  He took his sword out of me and then yelled at the monster-man.  I hoped the good man killed him.

I had never seen blood before.  It smelled funny, like the place where they sell meat.  My fingers slipped when I rubbed them together, then stuck as the blood dried.  I held my belly in; I could feel my stomach trying to pop out through the hole.

I wanted to be sick.  Dipper was very angry and tried to hurt the bad man.  He had a very sad look in his eyes when he looked at me.  Unicorns don’t cry, but if they could, I think Dipper would have been.

It was hard to breathe and I felt two spots of pain deep in my chest every time the air filled my lungs.  Something was wrong.  I knew that my tummy was in trouble, but there was something else.  Pages, filled with people I didn’t know, flashed in front of me.  A hand I couldn’t see kept my chin up.  Then, it burst.

I wasn’t supposed to die then.  That’s what she told me.  I wasn’t meant to pass on then, but there was nothing to be done.  She was golden and bright, inside and outside.  I gasped for air, but my old bones couldn’t handle the pain.

My body began to hum.  She sucked in a bellowful of air, and screamed through me.  The sound was both horrific and beautiful.  I was seven again, then forty.  Twenty-eight, thirty-four, sixty-nine, two, and twelve all in one second.  I felt a click for each life I lived as a dying girl. 

The unicorn had long since disappeared, but She had never left me.  She pressed me up, my arms outreached, a light emanating from the wound deep within.  “You weren’t supposed to die,” She said. 

“Come with me.”

My body turned to ice and I slid down to the wet cobblestone.  Rain pelted my face, stinging my eyes, washing away the blood.  I will come with you, for I have nowhere else to go. 


←- Romrook Square- Part 1: Anagel | Romrook Square- Part 4: Priaytohr -→

14 Jan 200545 Gwendolen van der Linde
This is really unbelievable. You have a great, great talent. I beginn to understand what the story is about *stupid, I should have understood earlier on*. It's like out of the eyes of every person involved. So the next bit will be from the view of the guard...
I liked this one best so far, it was soooo strange. I havn't understood exactly, what kind of thing this girl is. At the beginning she seems a normal small girl (are Mirma and Dia, Mummy and Daddy? *sweet,sweet,sweet*). Then I thought Dipper was a living horse, but when he started attacking the others, I realized he was sort of made up. It was soooo heartbreaking how she said, that Dipper stood in front of her, to protect her, when the two men came towards her. I actually started crying, which I seldom do, except with really good books.
And then everything went really strange. Was she talking to an angel or fairy from outside, or to herself or to something inside herself? It was very magical, that part, and I liked it very much. Or was it the unicorn? I'll probably have to read it again, to understand more, but I'm so excited, that I'll read the fourth part first.

:-) JJ Hauver replies: "Thank you, Gwen. I appreciate the compliment. Mirma and Dia are mommy and daddy, yes. Dipper is Nerikasne's imaginary friend, who takes the form of a unicorn. Nerikasne has a sort of mature epiphany right before she dies, thus the sudden change in the exostential internal dialogue. And the lady she talks to at the end is a goddess who has taken pity on her innocense and is taking her to...wherever...heaven, afterlife, rebirth. The Great Beyond."
12 Apr 2005:-) Angela E. Knopp
Aww 2 Nope I have nothing even remotly useful to say! You write pretty n I like it!
25 Nov 2005:-) C. L. Corbin
Aww, sad but sweet. This story really sounds like it is coming from a child. It had a completely different tone than the other two, but that is a good thing, as it is coming from a child.
25 Nov 2005:-) Jess Hyslop
That was beautifuolly written. You really got the feel of a small child, and that ending! *wipes away tear* I like the way that, with each piece, we get more views of the other characters too. We know from this one more about what the two fighters look like, and we found out before what they were feeling, so it's all coming together. Different layers. Clever. And with each person we get a slightly different view on everything. And it's always vitally important to know what other people think of a character, because it tells you so much about them. Kudos!
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'Romrook Square- Part 3: Nerikasne':
 • Created by: :-) JJ Hauver
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 • Keywords: Child, Death, Fight, Goddess, Imaginary, Imagination, Melee, Peace, Redemption, Sword, Swordfight, Unicorn
 • Categories: Angels, Religious, Spiritual, Holy, Fights, Duels, Battles, Ghosts, Ghouls, Aparitions, Mythical Creatures & Assorted Monsters, Warrior, Fighter, Mercenary, Knights, Paladins
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