VI-Reminiscences For my first day of learning, I arrived at the appointed hour and was heading directly toward the class in which I conducted my review input Academy. My instructor was waiting for me and greeted me with a nod of approval:
- Hello, Kalliope. You are punctual, "that I admire. To begin, I know you a little better. Tell me about yourself, what led you on the path of Minstrels I
Pali ... and my smile faded immediately.
- No offense to you, Lord Berwick, "I replied. My past is behind me and I do not want me to dwell. Her eyes softened
and he sighed.
- Let sit for a moment, would you? he said dragging me to a bench near the window. You seem to have suffered many trials, I read it on your face. I understand that you want to turn the page, but try to forget your history would be a mistake. This would deny the person you are ...
After a short break and face my obstinate silence, he continued:
- Minstrel In the profession, like that of actor, whatever you tell it, it is important to be credible. Therefore you must use the emotions to relay to your audience as closely as possible. On the other hand, some songs or voice call magic. Think! When you think the power of voice he has demonstrated for the first time? I'll let you ponder this question. When you are able to give me an answer, we will continue.
He patted my shoulder, got up and left the room.
I stood there a long time with an empty mind, looking without seeing students walking from one side to the other court. Suddenly, I was assailed by a multitude of memories and my past reveals so little joy and much pain, fear and sadness. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my body was shaking with silent sobs. Finally, I remembered with a surprisingly acute episode occurred very early my marriage.
My husband was famous throughout the house for his terrible temper tantrums. When I was in his presence, I learned quickly to detect the beginnings of his mood swings. I was so proud and I refused to be quelled by that I loathe. Every argument I shrugged Braving the head and the shouts and shots, but despite my grief, I felt ultimately winning, the fact that short of arguments, it finally hit me I confirmed his cowardice . What an idiot ...
But one day I went too far. We had to make one of these evenings for which he forced me to wear flashy to show myself as an ordinary trophy. Not seeing me arrive, he went to my room and order me to hurry. I sent it to graze in a harsh voice and refused to lend me one more time for this charade. He walked towards me and before I react, he struck me with a resounding slap. The blow sent me on the bed and I bumped his shoulder against the canopy. It then enters the bathroom sitting on the quilt, threw me in the face screaming at me to get dressed immediately. I got up in my eyes flickering and plunged straight into his. In an angry gesture, I pulled the handle of the dress.
- Rather die! I spit with contempt.
I realized my mistake too late. A glimmer of murderous madness in his eyes flashed. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me savagely against the wall near the hearth. My head hit the hard mantelpiece and I collapsed on the floor, half stunned. I tried to get up when he gave me a terrible kick in the ratings that took my breath away. I heard a crack and a sharp pain fail to make me faint. I rolled into a ball to protect myself as he continued to hit me again and again, shouting insults. The hearing will move, I raised my head. Through the blood from my forehead, I saw him stoop to catch the poker. My heart missed a beat and terror tied me by the throat. He turned towards me, raised his weapon and uttered in a sinister grin:
- Yes, you're gonna die, bitch!
Without thinking, I stretched my arm around him and shouted in a voice that I do not know:
- Stop!
His eyes grew dim and he stood still for a few seconds. Poker escaped from his hand and fell to the mat with a thump. I took the opportunity to speak softly to soothe him. His arm was lowered gradually as he was recovering his spirits. The storm had passed. I was silent. A heavy silence settled, interrupted by the crackle of fire and our panting breaths. I turned and walked toward the door at a slow pace. He opened it and, before leaving the room, he muttered:
- You're lucky. For tonight, let me say that you are suffering. But if you dare challenge me again, I'll kill you!
I heard his footsteps in the hallway away before losing consciousness.
I now understood what my teacher. Returning to this, I waited a bit to regain a semblance of serenity, then I went in search of Lord Berwick to tell him my story.
Despair
When I released
In the past that was gnawing
I thought if I did not go back
a whole new life for me
Despite torments of war
The evil that ran through our land
I wanted to help Camlann
make them smile, make them dream
so sure I get there ... But
to become Minstrel In
know all the tricks
I had to delve into the past
That I promised to forget
I thought I was strong enough
That I could open the door
imprisoning my memories
And finally let out
I was so sure to get there ...
nothing but time softens
Neither pain nor sorrow
And despair swept
in me as a tidal Tide
I can not get him out
It tortures me, it tears me Looking
a glimmer to guide me To save me
forever sinking
I'm not sure to get there ...
I wanted to give happiness
Healing the wounds heal hearts
But who will heal me, me?
Who will heal me ...
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