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The Chronicles of Lazark Old Nanna

Author:Bob Category:Unreal Update time:2022-09-25 07:36:50

— A long, long time ago, people were free to roam and the world was full of pure and beautiful life. But in a certain place in the old world there was a kingdom ruled by an old tyrant and cruel king. The king in question was fearful about the old age that brought him closer to death each day, as well as the judgment it would inevitably bring — Nanna recounted under the heat of the fireplace.

— Does death judge us, Nanna? — asked little Derek, caught up in the story.

— Yes, little one, death judges us, so you must always be a good boy —- replied Nanna, with a toothless smile before continuing — knowing the tyrant king how bad he was in life and that nothing good awaited him in his encounter with death, he ordered his advisers, knights, and lackeys to find a way to outwit fate.

— Is there any way to cheat death? — asked the curious Derek with just his head out of the blanket.

The scene made Nanna smile in nostalgia, remembering the times when a blanket was enough to keep her from all ills.

— Of course not little one, we cannot cheat death, and the same said the advisors of the tyrant king, since his knights always brought false saints and false miraculous items from their journeys, causing the wrath of the king who approached death with every sigh. But one day, one of his lackeys brought him a wizard, who told him that the fresh blood of the young and innocent would keep him young forever — she said in a strained dark voice, as she brought her hands closer to the blanket — young blood like your little one, for old bones just like mine — she continued in a haunting voice that made even the hairs Derek didn know existed stand on end.

Clang!

— Aaaaaa! — Derek yelled, running under the table.

— Stop screaming, its me — Pan said, picking up the old wooden spoon he dropped — your voice should thicken with age, but I swear it gets thinner every day, think of my poor ears before you scream like that again — Pan commented, twirling her fingers in her ear.

— Heavens Pan, you

e soaked —said Nanna, getting up from the rocking chair that creaked in symphony with her old bones — here get covered, youll catch a cold — she said, putting an old blanket around Pan who smiled in thanks.

Using the blanket as an excuse she checked for bruises on her body. Pan was becoming more and more like her father, Nannas son. Broad shoulders, a strong body, brown hair, and black eyes, if he grew any more, it would be like her son was right there in front of her. But unlike her fathers wide and warm smile, Pans smile didn reach his eyes, who remained apathetic all the time.

— How was work on the docks? — asked Nanna, even though she already knew that due to the lack of bruises it was a peaceful day.

— Grandmother, you should stop telling Derek horror stories — Pan told her something else, aware of the subtle verification.

— Ava was here today to bring Derek — she said, ignoring her plea.

The stories had more truth than one might think, she had passed them on to Derek just as his mother and her mother had passed them on, and Pan knows it.

— She brought us tea leaves, and asked for you — Nanna declared before sitting down by the fire again.

— The docks were quiet today — Pan said, changing the subject and joining Nanna by the fire with a cup of tea in her hand.

— Shes a good girl, and its obvious she likes you — Nanna said, not letting him get away —At your age your father was already married — she continued as she stirred the coal with a long stick.

— I have…too many responsibilities this year to think about — he lied, and stood there staring into the fire, lost in thought.

Nanna looked at Derek who was already asleep. After a glass of tea and the brief scare, he ended up resting right there.

— And what responsibilities could a sixteen-year-old have? — she said, facing Pan — you seem to be running away from them.

— It won work — he continued, annoyance filling his voice.

Seeing her grandson like this saddened Nanna more than words could express. Her parents fate was a tragedy for them, as well as for her, a mother shouldn see her children die. She understood her helplessness, but unlike old bones like her, Pan was young and full of life ahead, but his grief was turning him into a bitter, grumpy man. He needed to move on.

— How can you know if you don try? — she said sighing — Im not getting any younger Pan... my sleep becomes longer and longer, and I fear the day it will last forever. I fear not seeing you happy with a family before that — She said finally.

Maybe its low of her to throw it at him, but she didn want to keep seeing her grandson live like this.

— Im happy Nanna — Pan replied.

He approached her, took her hand and smiled brightly, but again her smile didn reach his eyes.

— You will live many more years too — he continued with a kiss on the forehead.

Then he walked over to the table and cradled little Derek on the floor before speaking.

— Thank Ava for the tea for me — he said and took little Derek to bed, the little one sleeping here some nights to listen to Nannas stories.

"Yes, Ill thank — She sighed, standing there and watching the flames fade little by little, until the tea and age took effect, then she fell asleep.

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