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« Last post by Gwyd on April 30, 2020, 07:01:34 am »
Fire for the market day
Gwydion had slept dreamlessly. His mother woke him up: “Gwydion, we need a few things from the market. Please be so kind and go get milk and bread. ”
Gwydion rubbed his eyes again and swung his feet out of bed. He slipped on his shoes and put on warmer outerwear.
He had his own little bedroom. When he came out, his father was sitting near the fireplace, trying to start a pipe. He waved to Gwydion briefly.
Outside the house, Gwydion received a bag, some money and a lot of advice from his mother: “Buy a liter of milk and a loaf of bread. And be careful not to pay too much!
Gwydion nodded, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and set off.
It was a pretty pleasant day in late spring. The flowers were in all their glory and you could hear insects and animals working diligently in the undergrowth and in the bushes. He ran along the path he is happy that the cold winter was far from there and he did not have to chatter his teeth. When he saw the market, he saw a squirrel whizzing across the path and climbing a tree. When he got to the market place there were so many people that he was a little bit afraid to get lost between everyone. At some point he found the baked goods stand. The seller looked up when Gwydion said to the seller that he would like a loaf of bread. But because of the noise, he had to say it quite loudly. Since the seller only responded with a nod, it was probably a normal tone of voice to talk half screaming in the market.
"How do I do that?" Gwydion muttered under his breath. "I beg your pardon?" the dealer shouted against the noise, which suddenly subsided, which is why it became quieter since he was suddenly heard from all the other stands around him. "I need a loaf of bread." Gwydion repeated.
The trader gave his price and Gwydion counted the coins. After paying, Gwydion looked for the dairy stand.
It was a little quieter here. The dealer offered bottles of milk, butter in a clay jug, and kegs of cream and cheese from the wheel for sale.
After the Gwydion said he would like milk, the seller said he had an offer for milk. This was 1x30 bottles of milk for 10 coins less than for 30x1 bottles of milk. Gwydion wondered if that was really such a good offer. But in the end he decided to decline the offer. Although he thought that it would be good because he would not have to go back to the market so soon, he also had reasons that spoke against it. The first was that although it cost less than 30x1 bottles, even 1x30 bottles would have cost too much.
His second reason was that he couldn't carry so many milk bottles because he only had two hands to carry.
And his third reason was that all the milk would go bad
“I only take a bottle of milk. I can't wear any more. ” said Gwydion.
After Gwydion paid, he went home with his shopping.
Wall and path - a fire goes out
When he was on the way back he saw the animals he had seen on the way back. Many animals came to meet him now. Gwydion thought nothing of it and continued on his way. The birds chirp and Gwydion was glad that he didn't live in the city center. He could feel it was spring. He smelled the beautiful smell of the flowers on the side of the path, but suddenly he smelled something strange. It didn't really smell of flowers. What blew towards him was the smell of fire. Gwydion thought nothing about it, it was normal that people heat with wood.
He was happy to show his mother that he can also shop at the market. He was just about to run to his house when he stopped. Where's the house? Before him was nothing but a ruin. He looked around, but after a minute he was certain that this was the right place. He was standing in front of the remains of his home. The embers were still smoldering, so he decided to move the haystack out of the way so that he didn't catch fire. While working he noticed traces of horses and when he was finished he wanted to follow the traces.
The tracks led through a gorge. Gwydion continued to follow, hoping to find his parents. As he followed the tracks around a corner, he saw a man with armor running towards a rock face. He wore armor with a coat of arms, the coat of arms represented a kite that held a lightning bolt in one hand and a flame in the other hand. the dragon carried the lightning in his left hand and the flame in his right hand. Gwydion could still see that you ran against the rock and disappeared. Gwydion was amazed and thought that he wanted to try that too. When he was standing in front of the wall he decided to touch the wall. You never know.
The wall felt like water, but it didn't get wet. His hand simply sank into what looked like a rock wall. Amazed, not trusting his eyes, he tried again and again. He gathered all his courage and went through it.
As he went through, the colors of the world deformed. They turned to a wheel. The wheel turned and turned and got smaller and smaller. When the colors were only a centimeter tall, colored balls shot out of the colored areas in the color wheel. Slowly the colored balls formed a world that looked blocky and then the picture smoothed itself.
Gwydion found himself in a room in front of an old man with a stick. The latter now turned completely to Gwydion. Gwydion felt exactly patterned. A look that seemed to be looking into his soul. "Welcome Gwydion, I am the guardian of the portal network."
“If you want to use the portal network, you have to answer three questions. The first is: "What color is white mold?" the old man cocked his head slightly. Gwydion thought for a moment when he found the question strange. "White," he finally replied. He felt pretty stupid because the man had already said the result.
"Second question" said the man: "What does the dragon have in his right hand?" The question was a little more difficult, but then he remembered the coat of arms that he had seen. There was a dragon with a flash in his left hand and a flame in his right hand. "The answer is a flame," said Gwydion.
"That's right!" Said the man. "Last question." he said after a short pause. “For what reason do you want to use the portal network?” The man asked because this was very well known to Gwydion, he said “I am looking for the attackers of my parent's house” as it seemed logical to the man he said that you have passed the test. Then he snapped his fingers whereupon a wheel appeared. It turned and turned, slowly growing bigger. When the bike covered the whole man, it got smaller again. But this time a lot faster and the man was gone.
Gwydion looked around. It was raining and he was standing in front of a rock wall. He remembered exactly that he had been in a room with a man before, but now he saw nothing of it.
He felt the rock face and found that it was permeable. He stepped through and found himself in a circular room with lots of doors, each with a picture of a different landscape. There was no trace of the men he had been following here.
Since he could not see the men in any of the pictures, he made his way back. He went through the door with the picture resembling the picture of his home area. It was still raining in front of the rock face and Gwydion remembered the house. he hurried to the house. When Gwydion stood in front of the ruin that had once been his house, he first looked at the smoldering embers. He suddenly felt lonely. He stared lost in the smoke blowing in the light rain.
He gave a jerk. He had to look for his parents! He strode into the smoldering ruin. With his foot, he pushed glowing fragments and wood aside. He couldn't find his parents anywhere. But he found a place where the floor was damaged. There he could see that there was a secret room under the floor. Maybe his parents knew about it and had been hiding here.
Gwydion hurried to the place where he could see the room under the floor. He looked around in the dim light. He couldn't see much, but he could see a stone egg and that his parents weren't there.
Gwydion lifted the egg out of the hole in the floor. But it was hot and he put it down again. When he looked at the egg, it no longer looked like stone. The glow on the floor where it stood warmed the egg.
Suddenly there was a crack. The egg was probably hatched from the heat a crack. The egg hatched and a lizard slipped out. With wide eyes he looked at Gwydion and s queaked.
Gwydion thought that the lizard looked hungry. So he looked around a bit. When he saw a half-charred fish, Gwydion took the fish and held it under the lizard’s nose. Apparently the lizard didn't care that the fish was charred and he ate it greedily.
She squeaked twice and continued to look hungry at Gwydion.
Since the lizard still looked hungry, Gwydion was looking for another fish. when he found another one, he gave the second fish to the lizard who ate it up again at a frantic pace.
The lizard squeaked thankfully and curled up on the floor. but immediately he straightened up again and squeaked, but not as high as usual but lower, something did not seem to please him. But then he climbed up Gwydion's legs to his hand.
The lizard liked it a little better and then he curled up and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Gwydion could feel a vibration in his hand but after a few seconds it stopped. Gwydion had tried very carefully to put the lizard on the other hand but when both of Gwydion's hands were together, the lizard woke up and squeaked. Gwydion saw the lizard curl up and crawl into his sleeve. He heart the lizard beeping and Gwydion felt a little better.
Since Gwydion found the eggshells interesting, he decided to collect the remaining eggshells. when he was done he put the shells in his hand and the lizard was in his sleeve the lizard sniffed the eggshells with curousity, looked up at Gwydion and squeaked heart warmingly. this also made Gwydion feel better and he asked the lizard: “are you interested in your eggshells?” The lizard gave a squeak in response.
The embers had burnt up and Gwydion was thinking: where to find accommodation, what to live on, and whether he would ever see his parents again. Gwydion sighed deeply, whereupon the lizard came out of his sleeve, climbed up to Gwydion's shoulder, and nestled against Gwydion's head. and beeped questioningly.
Since Gwydion thought that he would have the best chances for accommodation in the city, he put the egg shells in his pocket, the lizard climbed back up his sleeve.
Gwydion looked around and tried to find his way. Finally he went in the direction of the forest as before, but this time he was more aware.
Gwydion's feelings were dazzled. His home was gone. His parents were gone. He entered the forest uncertain and in thought. The voices of the forest sounded from everywhere. Gwydion found the voices of the forest very annoying. The birds, the patter of rain, the voices of the forest, did nothing to improve his mood. To make matters worse, drain drops dripped through the canopy of leaves and soon Gwydion was wet to the bone.
Suddenly something crackled in the bushes. Gwydion spun around but when he saw nothing he pricked up his ears. and he heard an angry growl. but it didn't it sound like an animal? But like a human being! What could that be? He looked around again, hoping that he would find something this time.
Suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes and a robber came out. he looked like he was going to jump out, but the bushes were a bit tangled in his clothes, so it seemed to hurt him a bit, which you could hear from his heavy breath. When he got up again and plucked the twigs from his clothes, he said after a little pause with a somewhat thoughtful face: "give me everything you have!". Of course that was a very stupid thing, because whoever expects a child could have something of value.
Gwydion was afraid that robber would harm him, so he feverishly searched for something that he could offer the robber.
He found the eggshell and gave it to the robber. They glittered in a beam of light that had strayed through the clouds and branches. The robber looked at them for a moment. "They look valuable."
The robber gave Gwydion a handful of berries in exchange and said that he didn't really know how to be a robber.
Gwydion looked down the path to the city. He had a vague idea that he had to find shelter and food.
Relieved that the robber had done nothing to him, Gwydion went on towards the city. He was still unsure and he knew he had no roof over his head. And what should he eat apart from the few berries the robber had given him? He hoped that he would find shelter in the city.
It was still raining and the sky was gray. Gwydion thought the weather looked as sad as he felt.
The path was no more pleasant than it was before meeting the robber. But he thought he had to do it, otherwise he would starve. Again Gwydion thought that the way could not be longer than to the market, he gathered all the will and courage that he still had and went on the forest path. Although the rain had stopped, thick drops of water continued to drip from the branches. The path was long but every path had an end and this also had an end and this end was in front of the city wall
And on the city wall was a sign that Gwydion hadn't noticed before and the sign said: “Apprentices currently sought: sewer workers, tailors, bakers, carpenters, construction workers.”
Gwydion thought: as a sewer worker he didn't want to work, he found it too disgusting and as a tailor he would just prick himself with the needle and as a carpenter he would just hit his thumb with a hammer and construction work would be too difficult. The only thing that remained was to become baker.
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