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序幕．她再也飞不起来…(1)
米兹尔，灰色山脉中的最高一峰，就像一个顽固的老头，狠狠的瞪著北方天空。
从米兹尔峰散发出的厚重银光，淡淡的投射在北方的天空上，它仿佛正在呼唤对斋罗山脉的回忆，斋罗山脉是所有山峰的故乡。
米兹尔峰的银光照耀的地方逐渐扩大，把北方天空透彻的染成银蓝色。彷佛就像极光及忘却之神挨萨，此时正在收集北方极光，编织她的蝉翼轻纱。
在银光照耀之处，令米兹尔显得份外苍白。在这座蓝色山峰的山脚处，有三位骑马的旅人刚好出现。
阳光就像利刃切开并穿过厚重的云层，投在他们身上，就像他们三人刚克服最恶劣的恐怖旅程，得以接受满溢的美好祝福。
其中一个男人，三人之中的领导者，痛苦地举起他泠僵了的手，打算把肩上的积雪拍下来。雪正常来说应该是软棉棉的，很易可以扫走。但当他一触及肩上的雪，马上发现自己错了。堆积在肩上达四天的「雪」的坚硬度绝不亚於「冰」，之前肩上的雪被体温融化，湿透衣服，然后再次凝结，变得难以清除。如是者他开始粗暴地在肩上拍打。
用力拍打之下掉下来的，不是雪花，而是小小的雪块。
那粗暴的动作不禁让人想像他是否有自我虐待顷向，但是他麻痹的手臂和手指却没有任何感觉，他持续重复著那单调的动作和凝视著那在他眼皮底下的广阔景象。突然来的话语，让他转而注视著立在开口处右方小丘上的那个古老又孤寂的石碑，在灰色的天空之下。
随后，他听到一个刺耳的声音由背后传来。
「格兰，那很有趣吗？」
格兰暗骂自己一声后慢慢转过头来，在他后方有一男一女骑在马上看著他，那男子带著锐利的眼神而他的瞳孔可以说缩到快看不见的地步，有著瘦弱体型和瘦小脸庞的他很不协调的拥有十分结实的手臂。但是紧挨著他的红发女人看起来糟透了，她剧烈的颤抖让人怀疑人类是不是能做到如此的震颤。格兰深感同情地看著她好一阵子。
「为什麼你假装冷的要死的样子，你明明穿很多衣服啊？」
她无力的抬起头回应著：
「呜唏唏…猫会因为冷…冷而多…多穿衣服吗? 楸！」
「楸楸？很好。」
格兰嘲笑著她奇怪的咳嗽声，然后转过头望著那灰色的山脉。
他们已经穿越那灰色的山脉四天了。不像过去拥有留在回忆深处的事和既美丽亦忧伤的情景，他们这四天之内赶了的路程，跟以往所作的一切相比之下只是小事一椿。
格兰再度转过头看著石碑，那不是一个令人感到愉快的景色。
自从他们在那四天中走过这自然中最蛮荒的地带后，他们开始为任何带有一丝人类文明痕迹的物品感到欣慰–即使那是一个绞刑台。尽管那边有许多死人悬挂在那，格兰毫不怀疑他会去喜欢它只因为那至少是人类的产物。但是那石头…他感觉它超越了一切人类文明。
虽然他已经站在很高的地方了，可是它看起来还是如此巨大，就像一座高塔，它笔直的立著直达遥远的高空，活像个测量时间的日晷，让整个地面就如它的钟面一般。格兰非常讶异它在地面上所遮盖的阴影。这座石碑已经耸立了多少那要几根手指头的日子才能接触到它？
暴风雪与风暴严酷的削切著那石碑的缘面，但是那五十呎高的石塔仍然顽强的支撑在那，就如它满心希望的以这样的方式度过每一天，站立在灰色的石头之间并且以灰色的脸庞仰望著那灰色的天空。
忽来一阵旋风，山中袭来的风将格兰的头发吹起。石头裂缝上的雪花四处飘扬著让人头晕目眩了好一阵子。飞舞旋转的风似乎想引起格兰的注意，但是他只是停在原地注视著那石碑，风很快的就失去她的兴趣而飞扬而上。
看著这石碑，格兰用不悦的语调问著：
「这上面写了什麼？」
随后一个锐利的男声回答著。
「海格摩尼亚，……di reacrize guef forew-laer (杰彭文)。」
马上，那个女人语态微弱的说：
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「很…很好，甚至！我想…想要将之…谨记在心。但是，那…那意思是什麼？温柴？」
那有著锐利眼神的男子叫做温柴，他毫无表情地说著：
「海格摩尼亚，你的命运将会再次被覆写。」
那女人将眼睛睁的大大的并且带著微笑的说：
「命，命运再，再次被写过？很，很好。我希，希望那不会是命运被冻结起来。」
格兰站在上方再度转著他的头，彷佛石碑要宣布他命运里新的涟漪。石碑看来不断增大，最终将天空一分为二。令他庆幸的是石碑耸立在远方–但是格兰冷冷的说著：
「被覆写过？假如这边本来就是虚无的那将会发生什麼事情？」
那红发女子圆睁著她的眼睛，温柴静静的回答著。
「那将没有任何东西能再被覆写一次。」
聆听到最后，风也不能再听到什麼了。彷佛怀有人类直觉，风开始静悄悄的飞往南方，她巨大的披风飘曳著从这个地平线到另一个地平线。
她成为了北风。
Prologue. She does not fly any more … (1)
Mizur, the highest peak of the gray mountains, was staring the northern sky fiercely, as stubborn as an old man.
Heavy silvery light that Mizur gives off was spreading through the wide sky of the north faintly, as if it was his reminiscence to the Drile Mountains, the home of the every peak.
Silver light of Mizur spreading, as it dyes the northern sky silvery blue entirely, is captured by the looms of the maidens of Isa, the aurora and the oblivion, and then becomes the warp which weaves the
fabric of the northern lights.
Where the silver light starts, at the foot of whitely blue Mizur, were three riders.
The sunlight coming through heavy clouds painfully, shone on them. Only for they passed the most extreme nightmare that can be seen, blessing of the sunlight may pour on them over flowingly.
A man at the head of the company, lifted his frozen hands painfully and shake snows remained on his shoulders off. Snows are usually soft. And so was his handling when started. But soon he found his mistake.
Snows piled up for four days were not less hard than the ice. They had been melted by body heat, soaked, and then frozen again. The man lashed his shoulders more roughly.
Thrusts. Not snowflakes but ice-dusts fly away.
It was so rough action that the sane one might think it as a self-injury, but for he couldn’t feel anything from his numb hands and shoulders, he repeated that monotonous action and gazed the broad fan under his eyes. Accurately speaking, he gazed the old stone monument standing lonely on the hill which is at the left side of the fan, under the gray sky.
Then, a sharp voice from the back was heard.
“Interesting, Gran?”
Gran, who was lashing himself, turned his head slightly. At the back was one man and one woman on the horses, looking at him. The man with so keen eyes that his pupils are almost invisible, had a slight build and a thin face, but sit fairly, squaring his shoulder. But the face of the red-haired woman next to him was so terrible. She was quivering so furiously that shows a human-being can tremble so. Gran saw her pitifully for a while.
“Why do you feign death by the cold, though you wear so much extra clothing?”
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Raising her head feebly, she replied:
“Uhhih… Don’t cats get chi, chilly, for their ex, extra clothing…? Uei!”
“Uei? Well.”
Gran laughed at her strange sound of a cough, held his head up and saw the gray mountains.
They passed the gray mountains for four days. Besides all their remini-scences, and beautiful and sad episodes of the past, only for their accomplishments for last four days, they deserve much admiration.
Gran turned his head again to the stone monument. It was not so pleasant scene.
Since they had walked through the savagest violence of nature for four days, they would appreciate even a gallow if it is human-made. Even if a dead body is hanged there, with no doubt Gran would feel love to it only for it is made by human-beings. But that stone… gives some feeling that it is over the human-beings.
It looks so great although he was standing at high place. It rather looks like a tower. The stone monument standing straightly to the heaven far off was like a sundial, making the ground its clockface. Gran was amazed by its shade on the ground. How long had the finger of days touched it.
Snowstorms and windstorms from the Mizur had cut the edge of the stone monument harshly, but the 50-cubits high stone monument was standing stubbornly, as it contains the contents wished to be kept throughout days. Standing among gray rocks, looking up at the gray sky with a gray face.
Whirlwinds. A mountain blast blew Gran’s hairs off. Snows from the crack of rocks were fluttering so it was dizzy for a while. The wind whirled as if it wanted to draw Gran’s attention, but he just saw the stone monument without moving at all. The wind soon lost her interest and flew above.
Watching the stone monument, Gran asked in unpleasant voice:
“What does it say?”
Again a sharp voice of the other man answered:
“Hegemonia. di reacrize guef forew-laer.”
Soon the woman said as if she would faint:
“Ve, very good, indeed! I wa, want to ke, keep that in my mind. But, wha, what does it mean, Unchai?”
The sharp-eyed man called Unchai said with blank face:
“Hegemonia. Your fate will-be written again.”
The woman made her eyes round and said, smiling feebly:
“Fa, fate written a, again? Go, good. I ho, hope that it wouldn’t be a fate to be frozen.”
Gran, who was at the head, turn his head again, and saw the stone monument declaring the change of his fate. It seemed to be growing. The figure seemed to be continuously growing while looking at it, and at last scrapping the sky. The fact that it is far away made him relieved. But gran said in cold voice:
“Written again? What would happen if it was originally empty?”
The red-haired woman made her eyes round. Unchai answered quietly:
“Then there would be nothing to be written again.”
Hearing it lastly, the wind couldn’t hear their words any more. Something similar to instinct of human-beings let her blow to the south. The wind started to fly to the south quietly, flapping her giant cloak from the horizon to the horizon.
She became the northwind.
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