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A Chapter by Adela Muresan

Selections were roaming on the corridors, while Min Kein Aa Ma Rost was being carried by four white weavers to the Member’s section. She felt her entire body weak, and closed her eyes leaving herself pray to the long awaited rest, after her microherns in labor. Min hoped that her child would be a girl. Partian wasn’t by far the ideal mate for her. After Min’s clan was spited by De Orenesaleem, she had a choice - take her place next to Partian or expose herself to death in the black foam between Tarana and Daa Maste.

Fashnee was the most important clan in the history of Tarana; its members promoted peace and equality, with the goal of obtaining harmony amongst all weavers. Unfortunately, the clan was not known for its astonishing fighting skills, and with its growth in popularity, Dee Orenesaleem began to fear that the war will stop, and its members and selections would be left with less than they wanted. 

The massive army of well trained selections at Dee Orenesaleem, made all Fashnee textures unwind in less than four microherns; and indulged themselves, on the weavers that did not permit center-penetration, in Dee Orenesaleem’s 10109 torture rooms.

One of clan Fashnee’s most skilled weavers was, Min’s mother, Nia. She invented the Euphoria Nias, and a war tactic called The Silence. The tactic invented by Nia, was used in the present during wars, and proved to be effective most times. Only five leveled weavers could perform The Silence, despite its easy appearance. All that a weaver had to do to perform the silence was to, integrate,, himself in a texture, witch had to be very common or very large. The Silence also implied a breading technique with required a very complicated texture.

Nia, disappeared in the black foam, before Min found out that she was kept for hours in a torture room, and was exiled from Tarana. If Partian really bonded with her, he never let his feelings for her show. Min was a very beautiful weaver, who also had a talent with tranquility textures, she didn’t know if Partian decided to,, own,, her just for that, or if he simply needed a mate to conceive him an heir.    

 

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The controller, Partian stood in the back cubicle of the judgment section. He held his head near his left hand, against the wall. His sight was not one of a controller, but one of a man prayed of a deep and old sadness. Only he had access to the room, were he was allowed to keep whatever he desired and from were he could view the entire activity taking place in Dee Orenesaleem and control the fortification chain. Partian’s ancestors created Dee Orenesaleem in order to conquer entire Tarana. Many herns passed, before the massive complex rose proud above the plain, and gathered selections from all over Tarana. Partian had the highest respect for each thread weaved in Dee Orenesaleem, because it held the hard work of the ones who provided him with all he had.

He proved himself a good controller, by winning battle after battle but a plague was killing him from the inside, and he feared that his ripping would come sooner than Daine’s initiation.

Nostrate requested his entrance.

-         I congratulate you on a magnificent speech Partian. I didn’t think that everyone was going to become so euphoric at the end.

-         Yes, I was a bit surprised myself. Is Daine’s twin, in the section?

-         I believe Eena, brought her there about a microhern ago. That woman ! Haha , you know I believe that your child will keep her even after our rippings? The foam couldn’t change her, it seems like she is an illusion, the same since she began to speech…Partian, are you listening to me?

-         What…? Yes, well we have other things to worry about than Min’s insignificant twin, don’t we Nostrate? Four selections have been out of Dee Orenesaleem yesterday without my permission, we must decide their fate…

-         You are not going to throw them into the foam? Said Nostrate, with a surprised expression.     

-         Perhaps not… with so many rippings, we don’t find skilled weavers as often as we use to.

 

  

 



© 2008 Adela Muresan


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