Hearts in Silent Chords by Michael R.E. Adams

Author:Michael R.E. Adams [Adams, Michael R.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, supernatural, magic, short story, literary
Publisher: Enchanted Cipher
Published: 2019-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Tetuc cordestel est statue nen arbdezithel

“What do you think it means?” asked Dymion. He returned to his bench, and Haynes followed his gesture, resuming his seat at his side. A nervousness tickled the back of Dymion’s throat and intensified into a scratching as he saw his brother’s mounting joy. Haynes smiled with such triumphant conviction that the world darkened. The room felt cast in shadow as the light channeled its illuminating waves upon them, a spotlight. Dymion realized that he had not heard the door when his brother entered because it had been left opened.

Haynes grew graver, adopting that pensive screwing of the mouth he occupied when studying, but whereas he often sighed while casually flipping through school books, he now held his breath, holding the swelling air until his brows raised and his eyes widened. He forced out the air, then nodded.

“I think it means That corded star is the statue of the angel tree.”

Dymion was only one of seven students who studied gyossapihn, the archaic language of their people, the werewolves. Every student learned the basics in primary school, but most advanced to more modern languages suited for use in communicating with classes of immigrant generations and foreign professionals or prissying their tongues. Meanwhile, Dymion continued to pronounce the dead word. Their people often credited themselves as both the inventors of conventional grammar and the pioneers of simplifying cases for more complex and elegant expressions. This was merely a fact, or more precisely, a taught orthodox. Dymion had stuck with the subject that felt most comfortable to him. The other languages felt too foreign, too difficult. He liked their ancestor’s antiquated writings and ultimately found that society assumed he possessed a certain national and racial pride, a rare kind based in intellectualism and not ritualism, where the knowledge that pinned history to its course was superior to the usual customs that people glorified from vanity because celebrations could be enjoyed even without the slightest understanding of how they came to be. The people of Newton knew that flowers were thrown over the bridge to represent their founders. They knew the petals of white lilacs were dyed red and cast upon the Thebel River to float under The Krieger Wall, into the world, to represent a peaceful passing to the afterlife. These symbols were recounted over and over again in children’s stories and radio remembrances until even the laziest halfwit knew them. Such basic knowings and practices to exemplify a love and loyalty among people of the same kind. They never considered why lilacs or why red. (The flora represented spiritual purity; the color, primitive nature.) And so Dymion understood how superficial and deadly patriotism could be. To challenge people’s love for their country with proof of their ignorance was a very rare privilege afforded only to public figures whose platform was built on fanning flames into infernos that burned every institution. Not even historians, nor priests, those who actually dedicated their lives to slave away in the mines

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