Goblet of Geala: Prologue

Ինչպես ասել եմ, ես նաև թարգմանիչ եմ: Թարգմանում եմ ինչ ձեռքիս տակ լինի: Ռուսերեն-Անգլերեն-Հայերեն տիրույթում: Ներքևում բերված տեքստը սիրելի ոչ այնքան հեղինակի, որքան մարդու գրած ստեղծագործության նախաբանն է, որ ռուսերենից թարգմանել եմ անգլերեն իր խնդրանքով:

Origignal

Wind’s uterine howl stopped, replaced by plain’s silence.  Red streams of light permeated the surrounding world with their fire nature. Immersed in ruby hell, world was breathing by the magic and wonders. Fragrant gardens were sparkling under the brisk jets of restless waterfalls. Wandering by air colorful butterflies left after intermittent hail shining stars. Happy and shear – that was our world.

Opening his eyes, Azeor omitted his head. He saw scene of present: once rich and shining beauty Moon Brothers’ lands, now turned to grey deserts, exhausted by blood and death. War, which destroying storm touched twelve kingdoms of Elzida, spared no one: on the battlefield, gathered against common foe, old enemies fought on equal. Unity didn’t gave victory Ancient Kings, as it didn’t gave them hope for better future. Universe has changed after the Evil’s appearing there. But that was Great’s and Ancient’s destiny. Azeor had a sigh and look up to the haven’s blackening distance: turned red stars’ dance proclaimed beginning of changes.

Smiling with the corners of lips, Lorandell’s royal annalist’s scion unhesitatingly walked ahead, going down to the long ago destroyed castle’s ruins. Heading to the far elven land’s distances, Azeor was singing for himself forgotten song about heroes, who will appear with red sky moth’s light dance. That heroes, in the darkness waiting for their hour, according to legends would become Elzida’s new kings. Freeing captivated with smoldering and darkness earth, they would bring with their govern light and happiness to the weakened by sorrow’s souls.

Squeezing in his guiding crystal, Azeor looked around and saw luminescing in night light runes, written on the ancient parchment. Artful and light, he as fuzz flight over the stone spalls, hoping for better future. Chosen by him path wasn’t easy.

Four heroes – four destinies. Elzida’s four Great kings. He was going in the footsteps of his ancestors.

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