Chapter 10, in which the Polar Princess and the Ray of Sun have snakes

So one day, when the Polar Princess was waiting impatiently for appearance of her friend, a tragedy happened. It was a Sun eclipse. The Moon stood between the Earth and the Sun exactly at the time when he was supposed to come to her. It was dark and still around for a moment that seemed like eternity. She coudn't moove, tears trickled at first down her face, than her whole body, covering it with ice plates that grew thicker and thicker until she was like one solid statue of glass. The Ray of Sun couldn't see what was happening down on Earth, but he felt that the Princess was in trouble. He knew that the only thing that he could do was to separate from the Sun to be able to reach her. But that meant nevermore to return back. So he flew to the statue. The statue began to melt from his touch, but instead of water it licked with the rainbow colored trickles, which formed a radiant snake that crawled at first along the snow and than bursted into the air with the Northern Lights.

Introducing the Pink Fizhy

        Like his imaginary character Polar Princess, Hefis also had a friend and a relief from the mundane problems. It was a middle sized pink fish. Her body was incrustated with iridescent ornaments, wich was like a way to once again emphasize her spontaneus character as well...

....- I don't know what's happening with me, Fizhy, I feel down, I can't sleep at night and I have these weird thoughts...I feel like I am ready for some life's wisdom.
- It's either you're in love or it's the side effect of the medicine you're taking.
- Always you have your sarcasm. I feel like I AM eating myself and if people gained weight from that, I would be pretty fat by now.
- Well, I think you have actually lost some weight during the past time. This is how you are looking from the objective point of view by now. Go and have some sex.
- But sex is a physical activity, I will loose the weight again.
- you are leading me to the battle field, I protest! You are not suppoesed to joke with these things.
- What am I anyway -  mermaid Ariel? Speaking to a FISH!
- That's the spirit I like better.

A fairy tale of a Polar Princess and a Ray of Sun

We had a chance to peep at one of the stories of the one-sided-face writer (Hefis was his name) Here it is: ...Somewhere far far away, in the cold violet darkness behind the arctic circle lived a 5 year old Polar Princess. She was gourgeous, like just having descended from Velaskes portraits. She lived all by herself, no one hundreds kilometers around her. Of course she felt lonely. As gazing at the stars or drawing in the snow wasn't that much of fun. But she had a little joy. Every day at the same time a Ray of Sun would appear and blow her saddness away. He would talk to her for 5 minutes about this and that, about how cool it is to be the Sun and to travel around the world, and of breathtaking things he saw all around, and soon disappear, allowing the darkness gradually absorb the space again. With the first shadows Polar Princess would become sad. As soon as finsternis masered again, she would become angry and obsessed. "Why won't he stay longer and play with me!" she grieved. "Am I not pretty enough? Are my games boring for him?? I would do ANYTHING in the world to be with him!" And she would weep and her teers would make a jinggling sound as they froze before touching the ground. But then the anger would be replaced by waiting and hope. She would gaze impatiently into the sky and with all her energy think of her friend to come again...

Battle ground

Several miles from that village in the brick-red sand of the prairie there was a sacred place of its people. It was a kind of a circle shaped battle field, but only for two people. You could take part in the contest only if you were emotionally and spiritually mature. The point was not to win, but rather to check your strength. You could win only if you trust your opponent. The air inside of it was hot and moving. So at the same time the contestants had to struggle with the unbearable heat. Secondly, to enter the field, you would need to take your mask away, otherwise your mask would be competing against you. To some people mask grew very closely and they had to tear it with the skin. When the rivals clutched in the meditative battle, they looked like two lions. The battle could last for several days. If someone lost, he suffered great physical damage. The sand on the field was red also from the blood spilt during such battles.

Another dweller of the village

At the same village there lived another personage. He had a big oval head of a white colour and his face was one-sided. He was vey thin. He lived remotely from the other village dwellers. His little house was on a hill. Once or twice a week in the evening he would come out and write under a tree that grew beside the house. His stories were very simple and not original at all. That was a subject of an frustration. Why couldn't he write something great, he thought to himself very often. He was very well-read, and he respected the famous writers and couldn't stand the mediocre ones. But something kept him from writing like Shakespear or Kafka. Was it the vanity of life? He didn't know. Nevertheless, once in a while he would come out into the fresh air and compose a line or two untill the moon came out.

a boy named Decius

Once upon a time in a remote medieval village there lived a boy. His name was Decius. And he was somehow different from all people around him. Namely, he had two heads. This defect of his had a positive side however, he was twice as smart as the people of that village. At first there was a small group of people who still tolerated the ugly genius. But because of some acts, of which will be told further, they turned into his enemies as well.

Decius basically has decided one day that everything is allowed to him. One day he was strolling along the road and saw a four year old girl, who in her turn was observing in a hidden place a group of other kids playing and was afraid to join them, even though she wanted. He decided to play a trick on a poor soul and to scare her even more. He quietly approached her from behind, and when she turned her head to look at something behind her, he jumped at her with a wild animal roar and made a grimace with his dreadful face. The poor thing ran away in hystery. It took several days for the doctor and her mom to bring her back into the normal state again....

Juliet in the hospital

She was slightly shaking from overall tencity and despair. Because she couldn't sleep from exhaustion, she could only fall into a series of faints, when for short moments the sharp pain could be replaced with numbness. The muscles, going up and down from the heart jammed with every moovement, and the pain was unbearable. Every thought - a razor, cutting deep into the brain.

The room was like one hot cubicle, there was no air to breathe. She wished for the night to come, at least it wouldn't be so damn hot. But the night didn't bring the release. Instead, it brought transcendental fears. They were playing with her fevered body and soul like with a woo-doo doll. She was afraid to fall asleep, as she thought she will never open her eyes again. She was all alone, no one to save her. The indecisiveness was tearing her apart. All night long there was the same light brown picture on the screen of her window. Every night.