"Illusion has a secret in itself." These are words of Llewelyn's last speech at the Academy of Sorcery, Miracles and Magic.
"We
all live in our illusion. Some illusions wish good to us. Others wish fear and
hatred for us. There is nothing in illusion, no fear, no pain and no good until
we add these feelings ourselves. Illusion must be sown, reaped, raised and
helped strengthen. But remember one more thing, the illusion is not evil and
not good, it only helps us all to live today.”
"Not
all stories of life start happily, not all stories of life end in evil."
Therefore, without
distorting facts, we will return all of us back to the past. It was a beautiful
sunny and green day. It's a meeting day for two slightly different strangers.
On this day, two different worlds collided in a clearing near the castle at a
fast and clear stream. One world was a bit wild, naked and funny. The other
world was confident and strong, wise, tough and quite a stranger for the little
vagrant boy. On that day, the future ruler of the kingdom of the meerkats went
on a horse walk near the castle. He had a firm intention to skip a foreign
policy lesson in the local forest. Aeron III knew he could not hide from the
sensitive and all seeing gaze of the royal magician Allwunar even in the
thickest and dense forest, but it should have tried. He decided so and was a
little surprised after half an hour of his walk. At the very steep mouth of the
river Urdkh which flowed past the castle, he saw a lonely figure of a stranger.
The prince knew all the inhabitants in the surrounding areas of the castle, but
he was looking at a face that was not exactly familiar to him. The stranger was
a little dirty and in strange clothes. The owner rode his horse confidently
towards the stranger. And when there were a few dozen steps left, he jumped
down from the horse and took him by the reins. After a couple of seconds, he
was already standing opposite the stranger and carefully studying him.
"Who
are you?" asked the naive boy in ragged clothes and shoes, interrupting
the thought of Aeron.
"I am
the future lord of these lands, Aeron III," said the future king, raising
his head proudly. "And who are you? What are you doing here? Why are you
sitting on this ground? What brings you to our land?"
"My
apologies, your majesty. I... I'm only a vagrant whose name no one knows. The
one is whose life doesn’t mean anything. The one is whose life has long been
written and everything was decided for me once." The boy said with a
little smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Excuse me. I can't tell you more
precisely. I was raised for many years without telling me anything."
"Are
you vagrant?!" surprised Aeron. He seemed to remember about politeness and
hastened to correct himself. "I'm so sorry, sir Vagrant but let me
understand you better. What do your words mean 'I was raised for many years
without telling me anything'?"
"You're
the first, my lord, who cares," said the guy, smiling slightly. "But
I'm not sir. A vagrant is not a name. A vagrant is my life status or a crude
irony. I don't have a home. I have no clothes. No food and water. I have
nowhere to hurry or go. I'm just an ordinary traveler or vagrant."
"You
know how to talk and think very interestingly," noticed the prince aloud,
interrupting the guy's story for a second. "Go on, I'm actually
interested."
"Good!"
he said and started to explain, shrugging his shoulders. "I grew up in the
Temple. Our temple was on a high mountain.
Only the monks were engaged in my education and training. Strangers were not
allowed into our temple, and because of this, I practically didn't speak to
others. I was not told who I was or where I came from. I was not asked what
interests me or what I want. They simply taught, raised, fed and were silent,
concealed.” He took a deep breath as if going to calm down and continued.
"'I was raised as a prince, then to make me beggar.' I think this joke of
a cute girl about the history of my fate will show you how I lived that
time."
"My
father told me 'Sometimes we become evil to those who do not deserve it. Know,
remember, realize that you are losing humanity at this moment and you are
making others unhappy,'" interrupted the lord his interlocutor. He lifted
high and instructive finger into the sky.
"He's
right. This is how we lose ourselves and our humanity, my prince. But I’ll
continue because my answer is not yet complete and not accurate," the guy
smiled sad. He got up from the ground and began to walk along the muddy bank of
the river. "One of your ancestors said, 'My fate is unknown to me, but I know my past and can tell you'," said he, looking thoughtfully into the
distance.
"Yes,
it's true these words were spoken, or rather, written by my great-grandfather
Aeron in the work 'Pride or Prime"," said the grandson in a slightly
surprised voice. "I’m very surprised. Usually everyone reads his works
'Funny Paws' or 'Claws of God'."
"His
other stories are not so much vivid as the images of history but are more fun
and jokes. These books, manuscripts don't teach to live but simply allow you to
be happy," said vagrant calmly. He looked and seemed to study the look and
face of his interlocutor.
"Smiles
are away, I keep going on," said he quickly. Both guys laughed loudly.
"So, let's continue. How I got to that temple, I don't know. The monks
were not told who my parents were. I grew up and studied history, culture and
got new knowledge. In the temple of the gods, there was a rare silence. I've
not heard a single word since childhood. As soon as I was six years old, I was
first taken out of the temple. I heard the first words from the villagers,
where my teacher Xiuryk, a monk, brought me. In that village on high and green
mountains, local people taught me to speak the first words and just make the
right sounds.”
"Why
did you keep me so silent for so long?" On my first day, before returning
to the temple, I asked the educator Xiuryk.
"So
you, my boy, appreciate the silence and be able to know the power of
sounds," answered Xiuryk with pride. He moved our donkey to the gate of
the temple.
“A lot of
time and effort was spent so I learned how to express my thoughts in words,
study sounds and know their strength. My teachers would be happy with me now.
Because today, I was able to use their skills, knowledge and works in dealing
with the lord of these lands. Yes, the truth is told by the book ‘The Way of
the Gods is unknown to mortals’.” The stranger got distracted for a second,
watching the restrained nod of the interlocutor, and continued with a sigh.
"Forgive me, Your Highness, but you are probably asking now the question
where did I come from then?! Right?"
"Not exactly,
but you can say so," said Aeron III, smiling with embarrassment. It was at
that moment, a strange feeling visited him. Aeron was sorry sincerely, no
longer quite a stranger to his heart, this vagrant. Something familiar and warm
appeared in the soul of the future monarch.
"As I
said," with a broad smile, the stranger continued his story. "Life
was very fun and strange for many in the temple but not for me. From where or
how I ended up here, this is a very interesting story and too long, unfortunately."
Gathering and taking a deep breath, he continued his story for the seemingly
breathless interlocutor. "It would be simpler to say so. I've not been to
many places before and have not seen huge cities, fields, meadows, rivers, and
castles, of course. Previously, I was not allowed to walk beyond the temple and
the nearest village. On one fine or terrible day, it depends on optimism or
just your perception, I was left to myself. One early, beautiful and sunny
morning, I just woke up in the distance from our temple, mountains and, of
course, the village. Around me was like a green sea of soft, fluffy grass and
nothing more. The first days, I thought this was another test that I had in the
temple, but it turned out to be much worse. I could not find the way back.
Months passed, but no one heard on my way about the temple of the gods on high
mountains. No one has ever heard of the fiery pink grapes that we grew there to
create elixirs and drinks.”
"It's
a sad story," interrupted the prince of his interlocutor in mid-sentence.
"But maybe I know how to help you. In our castle, there are all complete
and detailed maps of our lands and all neighboring kingdoms. Maybe our magician
and wizard Allwunar will help to find your temple. It's very good that we met today,
because perhaps we can find a way to your home," he concluded joyfully
with his speech.
"Thank
you for sympathy, but I would like to end my story. I want you to be able to
understand me much better or understand." A new friend smiled sadly at his
interlocutor. "My story is almost over."
"Of
course, of course, continue," said the prince quickly. Aeron wanted to
make amends because he could see how much his interlocutor is excited about his
story.
"So
everything was very sad in the beginning," said the guy slowly in a sad
voice. He nodded to his interlocutor that he understood his desire to support
him at that moment. “I am. No, not so. It was hard for me to understand and
accept the reality that happened to me. All events that happened before that
moment, or more precisely, for a long time, seemed strange and not logical to
me. But probably you will not believe me, just now I realized it was fate and
my whole life that led me to this moment. But now it's not about that. It was
hard for me to adapt to the new world, understand it or accept it, learn to
live in it and not survive. After I woke up in the field, I was alone with
myself and nature. I was forced to find a goal and a way. At that moment, it
seemed to me that the evil fate was following me. Over time, I was able to
accept my destiny and accept the world that surrounds me. The first one who
accepted me was the chief scribe in the small town Fhiryk which is located on
the border of your and neighboring lands. Then I lived in many other villages
and towns. I visited different parts of the kingdom. For several years, I was
able to see much and learn enough to understand how expensive any life is. My
knowledge and my experience always helped me out in every situation."
Taking a deep breath and gathering his thoughts, Vagrant continued quickly.
"Forgive me, my lord, but I'll not forgive myself as fate if I don't try
to ask you."
"Of
course, it will not forgive," smiled Aeron and nodded his agreement.
"Thank
you," smiled widely Llewelyn. "I ask you to take me to yourself as an
assistant, servant or just a jester. I saw a lot, I know a lot, I can be around
all the time."
"Wait.
Let me understand everything. I didn't expect anything like this," mumbled
the prince with surprise. He interrupted his interlocutor with his imperious
gesture. "Let me think in silence."
A few
minutes later, he smiled brightly and warmly like a sun and said.
"How
do you like the most interesting and fun work in this kingdom? Would you like
to be my friend?"
After a few
minutes, so different but united by the same fate, both boys went towards the
family castle. They discussed the details of their meeting carefree. Passers-by,
who met them, were a bit surprised at how much the two guys looked alike. They
were having fun together and it was clear that Aeron III found a friend in this
strange and wonderful stranger.
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