The Pursuit Of Ölum - Book in 30 days

Chapter 21 - Claims - 02/12/2023

"You did it!

It is your fault

What a shameful being!

And you were family to us!

Still, you hadn't even listened and adapted

We were and I, especially me, was giving you my house to live in!"

"But Uncle no I"

"But Uncle yes,

Uncle always yes!"

The snow was melting around

Of the emotions in the air

While crowd, no, while everyone

In the village

Approached and surrounded the boy

A fight, a manhandle , wasn't remote

In a tempest within, the father's face aglow with ire,

A storm of red, a fiery pyre.

His daughters, once cherished, now kindle his fire.

Eyes ablaze with anger, a torrent of wrath,

A tempest within, a storm's aftermath.

He scorned his kin, his words a bitter bath.

Fear wraped his heart in chains, a shadow profound,

Yet, toward his daughters, disdain is unbound.

A myriad of reproach in silence was found.

But then, in the village hush, a collective shiver,

As the fisherman emerged, an unknown river.

The father's rage waned, a sudden quiver.

Dread eclipsed fury, as all eyes meet,

A fear unspoken, yet woven into every heartbeat.

In the fisherman's presence, even courage takes a seat.

It really needs meat, to eat while it is neat, before catastrophe indeed

The father, once vehement, now a vessel of dread,

A melody of fear, a dance with shadows widespread.

In the fisherman's aura, even the bravest feel misled.

In the cradle of dawn, within the village's lament,

A father woke up to a reality of leaden sorrow's descent.

His daughter, pale as the moon in soul's twilight,

Made herself sick, a riddle clinging like sail's plight.

Accusations whispered like the song of chilly winds,

Father glanced toward the man, in shadows finely thinned.

A fisherman, concealed in the night's meandering spree,

Promised to resolve in the mirror of starlight's decree.

None dared to oppose, his words akin to the sea's flow,

The fisherman steps forth, a giant in silence's throw.

With the net of night, he cast in the soul's dream,

Vowed to unravel the mystery, in stars' enchanted gleam.

In twilight's grasp, a fisherman was

His silhouette, a cloak of shadows woven by ancient fears.

Beneath the brim of time, his eyes, celestial spheres.

Whispers clung to him, a sea breeze laced with dreams,

A nebulous aura, as if reality in his presence teems.

An enigma walking, a tapestry where starlight gleams.

In the dance of dusk, his steps echoed the cosmic hum,

A lullaby of constellations, a mystical drum.

He carries the weight of oceans, yet his presence is but a plume.

His voice, a current weaving through the tapestry of fate

Each word, a lantern, lighting the path to a celestial gate.

In the interlude of realms, he's the guardian at the dream's estate.

A cloak of stardust adorns his shoulders, a cosmic shroud,

As if he plucks secrets from the heavens, from a celestial crowd.

In the music of darkness, his presence, quiet and loud.

As he casts the net of dreams, the moon weaved a spell,

A celestial alchemy, where the night's mysteries swell.

In the interweaving of worlds, his essence, an enigmatic well.

In twilight, he danced with words of enchanting might,

Blending night's whispers with the symphony of hope's light, but yet so dark

Villagers watched, a blend of faith and doubt's respite,

Father was waiting, heart pounded, in the image of stars' flight.

And in the moment when the night's circle does close,

The daughter's face radiates, like stars in peculiar repose.

But only in his mid

The fisherman's net captures not just the illness' dose,

But the light of hope, an invisible fire, in the night's dark throes.

Father and daughter share a gaze, wordless and clear,

Starlight's healing, a tale in the realms unknown to peer.

In the cradle of dawn, where night becomes day's cheer,

Life's tree bends, in fate-woven threads, sincere.

But sadly only in his mind

Fisherman whispered

Of age? Maybe because he was so weak?

But still

Though puffs where clear and distinct to all people around

If you would ask, nobody would be able to explain If they even heard what he said

But they did somehow understand, what he meant:

"I have been waiting for you

Come on boy

Come with me"

Hesitation was not an option

The boy obeyed to his will, they disappeared

In the distance they blended into the fog

While the people wanted to stop him

But they were afraid

Everyone begun to return to their duties

While they heard the father's express:

"Stupid, stupid, stupid

My daughters are so stupid!

As mother, as daughters are so stupid!"