The following excerpts have recently been found. They notate several villages throughout Europe and the unearthly infestation of demonic creatures that had threatened their very existence at some point in history.
These excerpts are all taken from the lost journal of a multi-lingual nomadic traveller, a sojourner, who was known to pass through Europe, never staying too long in any one village or town. Yet despite his limited acquaintances with the villagers, legend tells of this journeyman. He is spoken of in many of the lost myths and was said to wield extraordinary levels of respect in every place he settled in.
Throughout these journeys, this sojourner, chronicles were said to have been taken, documenting the widespread terror these demonic creatures had brought upon each village. The chronicles were also cited as holding the key to how these beasts were vanquished back to hell.
The dates are blurred and the pages have broken loose from their binding. Therefore, there is no possible way to determine how each of these entries would fit chronologically:
Page 1: Visitation to Small Swedish Village
Dessa utlänningar var
ingenting annat än utomstående själva. De var utstötta av en anledning, aldrig
jagar på desperation i luften. Ändå är direkt ses som frälsare, lovar att vara
redskap för förändring. De hänvisar till de gamla texterna, syftade till att
tiden för profetian är nära. Men varje bevisade att de var något annat än
välklädda charlataner.
Rough Translation:
These foreigners were nothing more than outsiders themselves. They were outcasts for a reason, ever preying upon the desperation in the air. Yet they’re instantly viewed as saviors, promising to be instruments of change. They refer to the ancient texts, alluding that the time of the prophecy is near. But each proved that they were nothing more than well-dressed charlatans.
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Page 2: Visitation to Small German Village
Sie polarisieren die Menschen
mit Ihren Rhythmus und Anmeldeinformationen. Ich wünschte, ich könnte glauben.
Ich weiß wirklich, aber ich habe gesehen, zu viele Magier Flanieren durch diese
Straßen vor. Jeder bot ein Versprechen der Hoffnung. Jeder hatte seine Zauber
vorbereitet. Sie alle eingegebenen in großen Prozession. Doch sobald sie
realisiert, dass die Bedrohung real war, jeder zog sich so schnell wie sie
erschienen. Ich bete Sie beweisen, sich selbst von denen, die vor gekommen bin
und ewig wird eine Zeit der Anbetung sein.
Rough Translation:
You polarize the people
with your cadence and credentials. I wish I could believe. I really do, but I’ve seen too many magicians
stroll through these streets before.
Each one offered a promise of hope. Each had his spells prepared. They all entered in grand procession. Yet once they realized that the threat was
real, each retreated as quickly as they appeared. I pray you prove yourself
different from those who’ve come before and forever shall be a time of
adoration.
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Page 3: Visitation to Small French Village
Les bêtes sont habituels.
Nous avons appris à vivre notre vie en conséquence. Ils ne se lèvent avant le
coucher du soleil. Par conséquent, les jours sont les nôtres. Puis un jour près
le repas du soir, leur surface cris, l'émission d'avertissement juste de chacun
et de tous. Ils n'ont jamais pénétré dans nos logements. Nous ne savons pas si
ce n'est par un code ou quelque chose qu'ils ont tout simplement jamais essayé
avant. C'est pourquoi nous blottir près, en s'assurant de garder les feux arrosés.
Rough Translation:
The beasts are
habitual. We have learned to live our
lives accordingly. They never rise
before sunset. Therefore the days are our own.
Then sometime near the evening meal, their screams surface, issuing fair
warning to each and all. They have never
entered our dwellings. We are unsure if
this is by code or something they’ve simply never tried before. Hence we huddle close, making sure to keep
the fires doused.
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Page 4: Visitation to Small Portuguese Village
Então, o mágico, eu rezo
para que você é o único predisse a profecia. No entanto, me perdoe se eu
vacilar. Você não fez nada para ganhar minha confiança. Mas peço-vos que a
varinha de onda forte e rápido, como estamos em suas mãos esta noite e além. Se
você é capaz de prevalecer, então talvez se alegrar vai encontrar o seu caminho
de casa.
Rough Translation:
So, magician, I pray you
are the one foretold of in the prophecy. Yet forgive me if I waver. You have not done anything to win my
trust. But I pray you wave that wand
strong and quick, as we are in your hands tonight and beyond. If you are able to prevail, then perhaps
rejoice will find its way home.
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These chronicles are also cited in several antiquated collections of myths, as bearing the key as to how these beasts were vanquished back to hell. These pages were said to be the most important documents ever crafted and would be shared amongst all towns and villages throughout all the land. Should the demons return, with these pages, the villagers will be prepared and equipped to vanquish the beasts once more.
Unfortunately, this four entries were all that remained. It is said, in the staid of those key pages, each village turned to their individual religions and found belief through prayer.
This piece was inspired after reading all the wonderful responses to my article regarding Poetry and Foreign Languages, present to D'Verse for the 1/20/13 Poetics.
