Through crowds (solo)

In which Gromath explores The Shipyard and helps a boy in need.

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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

Through crowds (solo)

Postby Gromath Kitherian on May 12th, 2012, 8:47 am



8th of Spring, 512 AV

It's a new morning in Zeltiva's Shipyard. Thus the day starts like every other has since pre-Valterrian time. It's never quiet here for the ships never sleep although they might leave that impression. Ships come in all sizes here, some are old and have seen many battles, some are young and have never left this shipyard, some are still not born, their organs are still showing. Every now and then you think you found this place in a quiet state. Surely you are dreaming or sleepwalking you are. Here footstep sounds are common. Some touch mud, some granite blocks, some creek on the wooden platforms. Voices fill the air and create a chaotic atmosphere like mixed perfumes. People from all races going about their business. Humans carrying wooden boxes on the ships, Akalaks stand tall beside some ships as guards, Isuri blacksmiths from far away carry their masterpieces to the Martial Association, even one Jamoura can be seen on a ship quietly gazing at the sea. It's like a machine that goes on forever without need of repair.

Every being a part of it...but this machine comes with one extra part...one piece of the puzzle struggling to find its empty spot. He stands there near the central office...Not placing any orders. Not talking to anyone...unseen by anyone exactly. The secretary Ethan doesn't even notice him. It might be because of the transparency of this one. It might be the fog and steam filling the air this morning...or it might be because he is a ghost. Not an unusual thing in Zeltiva, but an unusual thing for the ghost, you see Gromath isn't used to being one. Thus he stands and tries to figure it out what he is doing here. Observing mostly he figures. Observing the people, their faces their impressions, the gesticulations they make with their hands and the way they move the muscles of their bodies. Gromath almost remembered a dream he had...but then he quickly forgot for his attention was now focused on a boy.

A human boy, standing no more than twenty years of age. He wore a red shirt with yellow stripes, his head was bald except for one long pony tail he had at the back of his head, tied in a simple knot, signifying that he is an apprentice obviously on a ship. For some foreign boys it was an honor to be an apprentice on a ship that sails to Zeltiva. It was an honor to sail at all. But Gromath wasn't interested in the ship's name or sailing. He focused now on the boy's mentor coming down on a wooden platform extended from his ship. He was fat, short, had hair only on the back side of his skull, wore a white shirt that was more grey and orange now because of dirt and age, had short black pants and old dirty shoes...He was everything that he seemed he is and he was yelling loudly at the little brown skinned boy.
''Move it ya' small pup! Bring 'em here or you'll be swiping them decks again!''
his human face was boiling red as he shouted and his big mustaches moved along with his fat cheeks as he opened and closed his mouth forming the words. Gromath was worried when he looked at the frightened look the boy gave this man. ''They're too heavy mister...maybe if som..mm...'' replied the boy petrified, he wanted to say more, but was cutoff by the moving mustaches. ''Heavy? Heavy you say? What do you know about heavy boy? Heavy are the bodies of your fallen comrades on the deck, when you can't reach your cannon, heavy are the cannon balls when ye lift 'em while wounded, heavy is seeing the death of your beloved before ye eyes, THAT'S HEAVY! Now bring them barrels!''
Gromath flickered out of excitement.The boy rushed towards him and for a moment it seemed as if the boy knew him and ran to meet his embrace...but it was not so. He moved through Gromath instead cause the barrels were behind the office's wooden wall. Gromath turned to see what the boy was doing. He floated slowly behind the office to have a look. Kneeling with his back strait the boy pushed his little fingers on the bottom of the barrel and started lifting. Judging by the way he was doing it, the boy was trained in lifting and there was no chance of hurting himself. Although the weight was immense and it seemed impossible, there were two barrels left meaning the boy has managed to get the others on board somehow. But that has probably made him so exhausted he couldn't move this one. Gromath felt a deep sadness within him, he looked at his arms and couldn't see them going into a deeper state of sorrow. Still he hurried. He tried to lift the barrel, but his hands went strait through it. He felt helpless. He could only stay and watch. And he did. He watched the boy trying hard for fifteen minutes, his fingers were red and they hurt already, him muscles were tired and shaking although they were well formed for a boy of his age. In the end the boy sat and started crying, but that didn't last long, for a voice could be heard in the distance.

''Where are them barrels boy?! If yer crying again aye swear on me mother I'll gut ye!'' Gromath gave an angry look in the distance. The boy was scared as he jumped to his feet strugling with the barrel once again, he lifted it a bit, but needed just a little help. He pushed and screamed in pain, tears coming out of his eyes. Gromath was devastated, he just stood there and was tearing himself apart. No matter how hard he tried, he could not lift the barrel for he could not touch it...the only escape was a lie. He wanted to lie to himself that he is helping, so he pretended. He grabbed the barrel with his hands and acted as if he was carrying it. For a long time nothing.Then, suddenly it happened!

He could almost feel the rusty metal and old wood on his hands and after some time he could use his strength to push it up a bit. Then they moved together through the crowd...and the crowd smiled looking at a short little boy carrying such a big barrel with his hands. They did not see his faithful companion though... ''such strength'' -some commented. ''Youth''-someone added. The boy moved over the wooden platform leading to the ship whose name letters could be seen now ''Grikkther'' it said. He put the barrel on the main deck where a tall muscular Drykas wearing a leather sleeveless jacket reached with his long hands covered in tattoos, grasped the barrel as easily as a feather resting it on his right shoulder. The boy watched as the big man walked away. He admired his size and strength and dreamed that one day he might be as strong as him. Then, he was off again to grab the second one.

He ran, happy and motivated. Gromath couldn't help him this time for he felt a bit tired, it was not his first time trying to materialize but this was an emotional experience for him and he was somewhat shaken, but the boy was proud of himself and lift the second barrel with much less effort than before, Gromath was proud too, proud of the boy, proud of himself...he felt for the first time like he knew his purpose. He loved helping others. He pulled his hands up and a blurry dark- green fog appeared bellow the bottom of the barrel. It was even easier now for the boy, he felt little weight, walked as if freely among the people, climbed on the platform and slammed the barrel on the ship with great satisfaction and relief. ''All done, now let me...''the boy talked to himself and continued his work on the deck moving out of Gromath's view. The ghost smiled in the distance if a smile was manageable on his dark-greenish face. He turned his back towards the ship and slowly moved through the crowd.

Behind him, the boy stood as tall as he could and looked at Gromath, or looked that way at least and quietly said...''THANK YOU.''


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Through crowds (solo)

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It was short, but I enjoy how you put a little story in it. I also need to say that I love your post template... it's so eerie and it really suits your PC. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to PM me!
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