Prologue
Prologue
As the snow fell in silence outside, you were there, lying in your bed. The summer fields were painted in a grey hue. No birdsong could be heard, nor the babbling of brooks, no light was shining nearby nor in the distance.
Your sky held no more space for flying kites, no flame to light the small candle, no more time for our laughter. Sleep, my father, sleep, I love you.
The Beginning
The Beginning
This story – my story, to be precise – began many, many years ago. At a time in the past that I still remember simply as then. Then, oh, then, when time was still young, when flowers and smiles were one, when the sun and the moon were brother and sister. Then, when we imagined life to be like a droplet of morning dew on a great spider web, reflected in a myriad of other dew drops, or like one of many colours in a rainbow without beginning or end ...
Chapter 1: Marvelling at Daled's Gate Tor
Chapter 1: Marvelling at Daled's Gate Tor
A little angel named Thot stood at the very edge of heaven, far above the world, with the pulsating veins of its cities and the countless people living in it. People whose bodies and minds were of any shape imaginable. Some were industrious, some were lazy. Some were dim-witted, some bright. Some were kind and some were bitter. In this world, children were flying kites, laughing and crying, sometimes teasing each other in their excitement.
One day that little angel, robed in but a whisper of dream silk, floated towards a gate – for he was neither truly flying nor walking. It was entwined with roses, white, black and crimson. But it was not them that lured him there. Even from afar, he had seen beings of pure light gathering there, some in pairs, some parts of a group. Stars were gleaming around them as they illuminated the dark night, and the ground underneath them was softly reflecting the intense light emanating from each of them. Thot felt unable to resist the gate's attraction.
As he arrived at the entrance, he saw the gracious figure of a glorious angel in front of it. His robe, blacker than the deepest night, was adorned by a brooch, sparkling in all the colours of the prism. But what struck Thot most was the figure's face: Lined with wrinkles, it seemed to reflect time, and the dark eyes contained all the knowledge of the world. Truly impressed, Thot stopped and fixed his eyes upon him. “Who are you?” he asked.
“I am Daled, Guardian of the Gate. And who might you be?”
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.12.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-6216-6
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