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Dwa Swiaty - Jedno SerceDrobna sylwetka na gzymsie szkoły siedziała nieruchomo, niczym kamienny posąg. Ciemne włosy kobiety rozwiewał wiatr. Pogrążona była w zadumie…
„Kim jestem? Zwą mnie Srebrna… A właściwie to Srebrny Szał. Dlaczego tak? Bo tam, gdzie się wychowałam uznali, że to imię cholernie adekwatne do mojego charakteru i wyglądu razem wziętych, choć trochę burżujskie. A kim jestem? Gnatożujem, oczywiście. Dzieckiem ulicy… Dlaczego więc wyglądam niczym panienka ze Srebrnych Kłów? Och, nie zawsze tak wyglądałam. Dzieciństwo od pierwszych dni spędziłam w sierocińcu Pentexu. Tam handlowałam prochami by przeżyć i by zapewnić życie mojej młodszej siostrze. Ale to szybko się skończyło, bo gdy miałam czternaście lat wysłano mnie na ulicę, by tam poszerzać klientelę. Annie,
The Prologue - Part TwoPart Two
Firien wrapped herself with a shawl, sheltering herself from the morning's chill. She wished that the cold wind would cool her thoughts.
As she was riding, the speed of the wind, forced even more tears to run down her cheeks… The morning air was nibbling her cheeks. She didn't have an idea what she should do now: whether to ask Avaris not to tell Helm what happened between them, to merely keep the memory of this night, asking for nothing more, or to be absolutely open-hearted, although it will be painful both for her and the man she wanted to live with. Maybe Helm will decide to send her back to her father, not wanting to look at her… To prefer being alone than with an unfaithful woman. For the first time Firien's heart and the reason weren't able to advise her what would be best. She looked at the sky; the dawn coloured it with all shades of blue, gold and purple, snow was creaking under hooves of her steed. Helm, or Avaris…
The man to whom she swore to spend her l
The Prologue - Part OneWinter of the year 2739 of the Third Era was exceptionally cold. Every smallest brook and stream in the were frozen to the bottom. For the horses the snow as knee-deep, whereas blizzards were sudden and lasted long. Not many dared to travel, only those forced with obligation, as not many were capable of surviving their journey. Many a frozen bodies were found, of those for whom this winter turned out to be last they saw…
The horse was snoring heavily, with difficulty struggling through all the snow-drifts. He was exhausted and freezing, like the rider he was carrying and whom with difficulty was keeping consciousness. Even his warm coat gave him no protection against the freezing cold. Both, the horse and his master, were exhausted and lacked hardly anything, except hope maybe, kept them from joining all those who perished on the snow-covered steppes.
- Broniao, mellon nin... - the man murmured, gently patting the horse's neck. The steed snorted feeling his master's touch, although he
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