Earth Searcher-Chapter Three

Fiction By Erin // 6/14/2009

Chapter Three
Stories and words

Master G'ueylue has sent T'eyltar and I to our quarters. He said to stay there until he sends P'elou to fetch us. He told us that he would sell us to seperate masters.
"I thought....I thought he was freeing us, J'uniea. I am sorry," T'eyltar tells me. She sits across from me on her own ragged bunk.
"Really, T'eyltar. It is no problem. Perhaps we will have better masters," I say. I have no certainty of this though, and look away from her seemingly mind-reading green eyes.
"G'ueylue will make sure that we do not get kind masters," says T'eyltar grimly, her freckly face all twisted up in a scowl. I bite my lip. I wish that she were wrong, I wish that I could deny it, but I know that I cannot. Desperate for something somewhat happy, I say: "T'eyltar, write to me. Then we will not be totally apart," I say. It is the first thing off of my tongue, amd begging to be said.
T'eyltar hesitates, guilt clouding her round face. "I-I am sorry, J'uniea. I...I..." her voice hushes to a whisper, I have to lean in closer to her to hear. "I cannot read."
I straighten back up. "I can teach you," I say. I love to read, and I love to read everything.
"We only have a little time--"
"I do not care, I will teach you how to read."
"J'uinea, I do not know."
"You are smart, you can do it," I tell her encouragingly.
"I-"
"T'eyltar, grab my book for me."
T'eyltar hangs her head some in surrender, then stands up and crosses the tiny room. On my nightstand, there is the story book that I snuck in when G'ueylue bought me offshore. Mama gave it too me, and whispered in my ear as her new master took her away: "I am always with you, baby. Just read this." My eyes well up with the thought.
T'eyltar hands me the worn storybook. Its spine's brown leather is torn and ragged, and it has been opened so many times that its cover never lies flat, but it is perfect all the same.
"I will read you the story first, then you can come over and try to read it with me," I instruct, opening the book. "It is called E'ul the Brave." I clear my throat and look lovingly at the yellow-tinged pages.
"Once, very long before you were born, there lived a slave called E'ul. He always cared for the horses that King S'eeraga treasured dearly, and he actually enjoyed his work.
He took such wonderful care of King S'eeraga's prized stallion, X'zuku, that the King kindly gave E'ul his horse, and appointed him a knight. The other knights were ashamed, and one particularly vain knight-K'uroor-said: 'King S'eeraga appointed this disgraceful slave a knight of honor, and I will do all in my knightly power to get him off of our team!' The rest of the knights jeered that night, and made a toast to K'uroor's announcement.
But the next day, E'ul arrived on the force with his black, gleaming, magnificent X'zuku. He was kindly to the other knights, helping them when they needed help, and so on.
K'uroor still scoffed. 'Disgraceful!' he cried each time E'ul assisted them. 'Simply disgusting!'
One day, only a week after K'uroor said these cruel things, K'uroor was sent on a mission with E'ul to rescue Madame L'eelura of Serkee from the riverside.
'I will rescue her, while you wait here at the riverside!' K'uroor told E'ul. E'ul politely obeyed, and waited on his beautiful steed.
After nearly four hours of waiting and K'uroor had still not returned, E'ul decided to go after him to make sure that he was all right.
E'ul found him in the forest, his mount injured and K'uroor laying in the dirt, unconcious. Madame L'eelura seemed all right, just shaken.
'What happened, Madame?' asked E'ul.
'This fool hit his horse too hard, startled him. His horse ran, then he tripped and fell with us. Knocked him out cold, his horse lame and me terrified!'
E'ul nodded understandingly. 'Will you help me get K'uroor onto his mount. We can walk them beside us, and you can sit behind me,' he said.
Soon he had dismounted X'zuku and Madame L'eelura was helping K'uroor onto his sandy-buckskin horse.
And they all made it back to the palace, E'ul having changed K'uroor's mind about slaves being unworthy of knightsmanship and Madame L'eelura in love with him.
L'eelura and E'ul married and lived for many more years. They lived happily ever after. The end."
T'eyltar stares at me. "You expect me to read that?" she asks, pointing to herself, then to the book.
"Just a few words, please!" I say.
T'eyltar nods, clearly nervous, and sits on the bunk next to me. Just as I point my finger to the first word, P'elou barges in, his eyes the size of my fist.
"I know I may seem cruel, but really, I want to help," he announces as T'eyltar and I leap up.
I stare and T'eyltar snorts.
"Punishments master? Goodness, just because we are slaves, that does not mean that we're dumb and witless," she says, folding her arms.
P'elou looks indignant.
"I am telling the truth! I can show you were to escape!" he says.
I consider this, but when I look at T'eyltar she has her eyes narrowed to slits.
"I don't trust you," she announces.
"I am going." I don't know where the words come from, but before I know what to do they are there, floating right in the air in front of me.

Comments

I thought he was freeing

I thought he was freeing them too! I don't know why; that was stupid and I should have known that he wouldn't do that. And I wasn't sure, but I thought that P'elou was okay. I love this story!

"It is man's inherent nature to scare himself silly for no good reason." - Calvin and Hobbes

Bridget | Sun, 06/14/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

*Blushes. Thank you! I

*Blushes. Thank you! I didn't mean to make P'elou seem okay, maybe I should go back and make him meaner......Oh well, I'm too tired to do that (tree climbing :)

~Erin~

"Don't put your wand there, boy!" roared Moody. "What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!" -Mad-Eye Moody

"I am who I am, and nothing's gonna change me." -Adam Lambert

Erin | Sun, 06/14/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

don't change it!!!

don't change him!!! i like him good! Maybe he was the son of a slave, but his parents died, so he was given to the Master when he was a baby, but he's white because his father was white and his mother was black...
sorry, I'm sorta writing you're story...

"Yes, I have a godfather," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizarding prison and now he's on the run. He still likes to stay in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy..." Harry Potter to Vernon Dursley, Book 3

Tori | Mon, 06/15/2009

“Oh Ronnie! I can’t believe you’re a prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” said Mrs. Weasley.
“What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?”
–George Weasley

OK I won't change him!

OK I won't change him! Except this isn't actually set like when African people were enslaved, this is kinda my own little worldy-thing. Oh, and I like your quote. I almost made that mine once....

~Erin~

"Don't put your wand there, boy!" roared Moody. "What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!" -Mad-Eye Moody

"I am who I am, and nothing's gonna change me." -Adam Lambert

Erin | Mon, 06/15/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

thanks...

oh thanks...I like it too!! I didn't realize it wasn't like Africans-in-slavery...

"Yes, I have a godfather," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizarding prison and now he's on the run. He still likes to stay in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy...Harry Potter

Tori | Tue, 06/16/2009

“Oh Ronnie! I can’t believe you’re a prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” said Mrs. Weasley.
“What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?”
–George Weasley

Yeah, I might have wanted to

Yeah, I might have wanted to make that clearer.....Oh well, it gets clearer as it goes on :)

~Erin~

"I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a - a -"
"Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron," said Fred.
Percy swallowed.
"Yes, I was!"
"Well you can't say fairer than that..."

Erin | Tue, 06/16/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

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