Post by Yanden on Jun 23, 2003 6:09:12 GMT -5
The story is set on the Realm of Liana. The two characters Olan and Tirien are the main characters of this story. Here tells the tale of a fantasy that became a tale. A tale that became an ambition, an ambition that became love, and a love that was known throughout the ages that passed beyond this time. Here concludes the tale of Olan and Tirien.
Please note storyline and characters are copyrighted to Petros Yanden and The Land of Shadows Fantasy Books.
“Get ready for bed.” Olan’s mother shouted to him from the kitchen.
Olan heard her voice and willingly made way for his room. He gave his father a goodnight hug and went to get dressed into his pyjamas. As he lay in bed he waited for his mother to come and read him the nights story. Olan was eight years old with blue eyes and short black hair. He was a short skinny boy, which made other boys pick on him though all the girls giggled when they saw him walk by. They thought he was cute the way he was. Most of the boys in the village were fat like pigs in their eyes, so seeing Olan was something different and beautiful.
His mother read him a selected story every night. She loved to spoil Olan and Olan loved to be spoiled by his mother. She was the sweetest person in the world for him. He would not swap her warm comfy and loving hugs for anything in the world. Or so he believed. However this night seemed to be different then the nights before. He seemed to feel something coming, something that was going to pull him away. He tried to fight the feeling and had forgotten it.
His mother came in the room wiping her hands on a towel. She was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair that stretched passed her shoulders and beautiful green eyes that glistened with the light of day. Her smile, comforting the saddest person in the village. And her love for all things greater then many could believe possible. Her sweet voice soothing all pain within the hearts of those whom had suffered. She was rated a godsend to the village.
Many people travelled to over the seas of the world, over mountains and crossed half the world to see her and hear her words of wisdom. She was seen not as a common woman upon this world. She was seen as a sister to the Aína.
She pulled the blankets up to Olan’s neck and gave him a kiss on his forehead as she took a comfortable position on the bed and began to tell him the story of Lusille and Levant. She also told him the tale of how Tirien became the fairest immortal maiden upon the realm at that time. As Olan heard the story of Tirien his heart began to pound. He felt a love for Tirien more then a motherly type of love. He could not understand his feelings but pictured himself holding Tirien in his arms and both of them watching the sun set in the horizon.
He liked the idea of been with her and pictured her as the most beautiful woman in the world. As his mother told him the story he soon fell asleep. He dreamt of been beside Tirien and signing with her on the first day of spring and seeing the flowers spring and blossom all around her. And to see the animals sit around her and let her pat them. She was indeed the fairest known maiden in the world.
As many years passed his fondness for Tirien grew and his dreams became more constant of her beside him. He was now at the age of twenty-two. As he sat in his room reading a book he decided that he would go out in search of Tirien the fair. He walked into the main living room where his parents sat each in their own armchair. His father was smoking a pipe as his mother was knitting in her own corner beside the fireplace.
He walked up to them and spoke in a soft but firm voice. “Mother, Father…I have something to tell the both of you.”<br>
His parents looked at him and his father bid him to continue.
“Lovely mother, dearest father. I wish to leave to go on a journey. I want to go in search of Tirien the fair. These years my dreams and feelings have been getting stronger. I feel it is what I was born to do. I must go.”<br>
Olan’s mother jumped up from her chair in shock. “You will do no such thing. I will not let you go out into the wild and leave us here. I will not allow this.”<br>
“The boy is old enough to do as he wishes Suien. We knew this day would come. We must not hinder him.”<br>
Suien had tears forming in her eyes. To her Olan was still her little baby boy. She walked up to him and hugged him tightly giving him the warmest and cosiest hug she could as she whispered in his ear. “Would you really leave these hugs to go in search of her?”<br>
Olan began to cry. He did not wish to leave his parents but the pull again this journey was too great. He felt he could not turn his back on his destiny. He wiped the tears from both his and his mother’s eyes and spoke back.
“Dearest, sweetest mother. I would not swap your hugs and love for anything in the world. But I cannot stand the pull any longer. I must go mother. I know not if I will see you again. But I must do this. We live in a world mother where we know that one day we will be separated from our families. This is our fate. It has been our fate since the beginning of time. I love you with my entire heart mother. Do not hinder me, let me follow the path my destiny lies before me.”<br>
Suien nodded in approval as tears ran down her cheeks. She knew that she could not change Olan’s mind, and that partially he was correct in what he said. She had to accept that he was now a grown man and not her little baby boy who she’d tuck into bed and read a bedtime story too.
She released her hug and placed one hand upon his right cheek. Stroking it softly she nodded and spoke. “Well then my son. Get your things together and I shall ready your provisions. You have a very long journey ahead of you.” With that she rose to her feet and walked over to the kitchen.
Olan looked at his father who only nodded while sucking on his pipe. Olan walked over to his room and began to pack what he thought was necessary for his journey.
When all was done he walked back into the main living room only to see his father standing near the table waiting for his return. He walked over to his father and produced his hand when his father asked him to. He placed a few pouches filled with coins within his hand. Olan had to stretch out his other hand to keep them from falling. “What is this?” he asked confused.
“This is some money to help you in your journey my son.”<br>
“But this a lot more then is needed father. Surely mother and you may need some of this more than I.”
Please note storyline and characters are copyrighted to Petros Yanden and The Land of Shadows Fantasy Books.
“Get ready for bed.” Olan’s mother shouted to him from the kitchen.
Olan heard her voice and willingly made way for his room. He gave his father a goodnight hug and went to get dressed into his pyjamas. As he lay in bed he waited for his mother to come and read him the nights story. Olan was eight years old with blue eyes and short black hair. He was a short skinny boy, which made other boys pick on him though all the girls giggled when they saw him walk by. They thought he was cute the way he was. Most of the boys in the village were fat like pigs in their eyes, so seeing Olan was something different and beautiful.
His mother read him a selected story every night. She loved to spoil Olan and Olan loved to be spoiled by his mother. She was the sweetest person in the world for him. He would not swap her warm comfy and loving hugs for anything in the world. Or so he believed. However this night seemed to be different then the nights before. He seemed to feel something coming, something that was going to pull him away. He tried to fight the feeling and had forgotten it.
His mother came in the room wiping her hands on a towel. She was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair that stretched passed her shoulders and beautiful green eyes that glistened with the light of day. Her smile, comforting the saddest person in the village. And her love for all things greater then many could believe possible. Her sweet voice soothing all pain within the hearts of those whom had suffered. She was rated a godsend to the village.
Many people travelled to over the seas of the world, over mountains and crossed half the world to see her and hear her words of wisdom. She was seen not as a common woman upon this world. She was seen as a sister to the Aína.
She pulled the blankets up to Olan’s neck and gave him a kiss on his forehead as she took a comfortable position on the bed and began to tell him the story of Lusille and Levant. She also told him the tale of how Tirien became the fairest immortal maiden upon the realm at that time. As Olan heard the story of Tirien his heart began to pound. He felt a love for Tirien more then a motherly type of love. He could not understand his feelings but pictured himself holding Tirien in his arms and both of them watching the sun set in the horizon.
He liked the idea of been with her and pictured her as the most beautiful woman in the world. As his mother told him the story he soon fell asleep. He dreamt of been beside Tirien and signing with her on the first day of spring and seeing the flowers spring and blossom all around her. And to see the animals sit around her and let her pat them. She was indeed the fairest known maiden in the world.
As many years passed his fondness for Tirien grew and his dreams became more constant of her beside him. He was now at the age of twenty-two. As he sat in his room reading a book he decided that he would go out in search of Tirien the fair. He walked into the main living room where his parents sat each in their own armchair. His father was smoking a pipe as his mother was knitting in her own corner beside the fireplace.
He walked up to them and spoke in a soft but firm voice. “Mother, Father…I have something to tell the both of you.”<br>
His parents looked at him and his father bid him to continue.
“Lovely mother, dearest father. I wish to leave to go on a journey. I want to go in search of Tirien the fair. These years my dreams and feelings have been getting stronger. I feel it is what I was born to do. I must go.”<br>
Olan’s mother jumped up from her chair in shock. “You will do no such thing. I will not let you go out into the wild and leave us here. I will not allow this.”<br>
“The boy is old enough to do as he wishes Suien. We knew this day would come. We must not hinder him.”<br>
Suien had tears forming in her eyes. To her Olan was still her little baby boy. She walked up to him and hugged him tightly giving him the warmest and cosiest hug she could as she whispered in his ear. “Would you really leave these hugs to go in search of her?”<br>
Olan began to cry. He did not wish to leave his parents but the pull again this journey was too great. He felt he could not turn his back on his destiny. He wiped the tears from both his and his mother’s eyes and spoke back.
“Dearest, sweetest mother. I would not swap your hugs and love for anything in the world. But I cannot stand the pull any longer. I must go mother. I know not if I will see you again. But I must do this. We live in a world mother where we know that one day we will be separated from our families. This is our fate. It has been our fate since the beginning of time. I love you with my entire heart mother. Do not hinder me, let me follow the path my destiny lies before me.”<br>
Suien nodded in approval as tears ran down her cheeks. She knew that she could not change Olan’s mind, and that partially he was correct in what he said. She had to accept that he was now a grown man and not her little baby boy who she’d tuck into bed and read a bedtime story too.
She released her hug and placed one hand upon his right cheek. Stroking it softly she nodded and spoke. “Well then my son. Get your things together and I shall ready your provisions. You have a very long journey ahead of you.” With that she rose to her feet and walked over to the kitchen.
Olan looked at his father who only nodded while sucking on his pipe. Olan walked over to his room and began to pack what he thought was necessary for his journey.
When all was done he walked back into the main living room only to see his father standing near the table waiting for his return. He walked over to his father and produced his hand when his father asked him to. He placed a few pouches filled with coins within his hand. Olan had to stretch out his other hand to keep them from falling. “What is this?” he asked confused.
“This is some money to help you in your journey my son.”<br>
“But this a lot more then is needed father. Surely mother and you may need some of this more than I.”
