2: This Is Not What Jūra Expected
As soon as the weird voices around It understood that the child had more or less accepted 'Jūra' as It's name, they began to talk between themselves. Although the child couldn't understand anything from what was said, It surely knew that they talked about something very Important - some of the voices seemed to be very agitated, some were nervous, while others sounded so calm that it made poor Jūra feel uncomfortable. The owner of the smelly breath that Jūra could still feel being blown straight into It's face, however, didn't seem to care, instead from his voice the child could hear joy.
Jūra wondered why did this person sound like that - did any of the voices said something amusing enough to make the owner of the smelly breath laugh? Or was he just that kind of person that didn't care about anything as long as he could have fun? It would be an understatement if anyone were to say that Jūra didn't understand this persons goals and, to tell you the truth, the child didn't care - other than currently being held by this giant person, Jūra had nothing to do with him, that much was clear even to this child who seemingly came into existence only a couple of minutes ago. Why would anyone care about anything but learning about the world? Who cared about some smelly person's life-goals? Jūra just wanted, no, Jūra felt a need to explore and not to be bounded to these Others and dragged down; Jūra wanted to live this life - or whatever it is called - that was given to It meaningfully even if the child didn't quite understand what a meaningful life was or why would It desire something like that. Was it because of some event that the child wasn't able to remember? Did It exist before waking up in here? And just were all this intelligence and knowledge that It used to describe everything happening around came from? How did the child knew what a 'voice' was? Just why was Jūra able to tell that the first smell that It ever felt was from a rotting flesh? Even Jūra understood that someone, who came into existence only just a little moment ago, shouldn't be able to know what a life or breath, or person was; shouldn't Jūra be more like a newborn?
This all was too confusing!
Jūra decided to put aside these thoughts for now, because It didn't understand where they came from in the first place, just as the owner of the smelly breath decided to hand the child to someone else; to someone that didn't smell as bad, but certainly didn't sound nice. This person even seemed held Jūra as if It was something disgusting and continued to yell something in that strange language, and... was it just Jūra or they actually started to move somewhere? At least, the child could feel that It was now held by It's arm and dragged along like a sack of rocks (Just what were rocks, anyway? Sounded like something really heavy...), and Jūra could feel It's legs on the ground. Just how were It supposed to use them? The child tried to move It's legs, but they didn't seem to work the way Jūra wanted them to, furthermore - being dragged like that certainly wasn't helpful, it was painful if anything; Jūra would rather stick to the gentle approach of Breath The Smelly and the lady who named It 'Jūra'. But just what caused this sudden change of treatment? Was Jūra somehow different of those people? Was it a 'bad' difference? Or maybe they just wanted to make It feel more secure so It could be brainwashed more easier this way because of the small amount of trust that was built in the first minutes of the child's so short life? If so, why bother with being nice at first? It's not like Jūra could do anything to any of these people.
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A sudden sound, that was different from the voices of the people around the child, brought Jūra back to the reality; the sound that It had never hear before (for obvious reasons) made It think about something opening, even though the child couldn't quite understand where this association came from. But surely Jūra knew that something Important must have happened.
- AAHH, - the child tried to cover It's eyes as somewhere in the dark something... well, happened. Whatever it was, it was different from the darkness that the child had know until no. In fact, it seemed to be the exact opposite, and it really hurt – just what was that called? The child could swear It knew the word but couldn't quite put a finger on it.
...whatever that was, it appeared suddenly and made Jūra's eyes, that It had opened before because it seemed to be more pleasant that way before, water. Nevertheless, the people around the child didn't seem to mind the... LIGHT ('So that was the word,' Jūra noted to Itself), and, as the child's eyes started to slowly get used to the light, It was able to see for the very first time in It's overly short life.
The back of a really tall and brutish man with an overly long pony-tail. The man's hand, that was covered with a lot of brownish-red spots, was holding Jūra's wrist (and it still hurt). This person continued to drag Jūra further into the light until finally the darkness had disappeared completely - now all Jūra could see was light, the man's way too muscular back, and something that could be only described as an endless wasteland – there was nothing but sand.
Wherever the Others were trying to take It, Jūra just hoped that It wouldn't have to die so soon after the beginning of It's existence.
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Ok, then.
* To those few who might have read the first version, that I deleted, of this chapter few weeks ago - well, I decided to abandon my spontaneous wish to make this into a RPG-type world (because it was, well, a stupid idea), and the changes I made actually aren't that great.
* Anyway, be nice and spend some of your precious time to leave a comment (because I love reading comments).
Edit: fixed the mistake in the last sentence (as well as spacing. seriously, just what's wrong with the text editor here?)