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Pictures. Only they may make money of it. But I have the fun 
to write.

Greywolf, I'm catching the ball from you and throwing it 
back.


The Calling Of Red Blood (TOS Legend Story)


written by Arachnethe2


<the Wolf bows, and sits down in front of the fire again.  
Now anothermay rise, and tell a tale, to see us through the 
night.>



	<An old woman arise. Years in the desert have etched 
their marks into her face. Her hair is falling like a heavy 
white veil around her shoulders down to her knees. Her back 
is not straight anymore, but still strong enough to bear the 
weight of her long robe and of the sword in her hand, while 
she is standing in the circle of the people around the fire, 
measuring them with the force of the gaze of her blue eyes, 
starting to tell her story.>



	Ages ago in time of the grandmother of my grandmother 
our clan was the most powerful in the Tsu'mio'kheef desert. 
Many caravans have crossed the place, where the tents of our 
camps have been standing, trading with herds, carpets, spice, 
gold and metal. The warriors of my clan have protected them 
and the traders have paid willingly for their safety because 
the times were hard and the desert dangerous around our camp.

	And so became our clan rich, powerful, not living in 
its tents anymore. Instead of a simple camp a town was there 
with beautiful houses and palazzos and gardens with water and 
green plants. Everyone could come into our town to be our 
guest. Because the gastronomy was a holy ritual to us. That 
was the way of my ancestors, which was followed by their 
descendants through the past millennia. 

	It was in time of the Great Queen khe'mion T'Pau 
vihe'ehhn as a caravan of unknown people visited our town. No 
one have ever heard about them. They looked different to any 
of us in our town: their skin was pale and sensitive to the 
sun in the desert, their ears were small and round, their 
blood red like the sand, their spirit light and lovely. They 
seemed to smile the whole time. The strangers were guests in 
our town for long time and have won many friends among us. 
Especially Sarek khe vihe'eh'ha, who belonged to the family 
of the Great Queen, has spend many time among them, listening 
over and over to the stories about their green land, with so 
much water, that it falls directly from the sky from time to 
time. No one wanted to believe this, but Sarek khe vihe'eh'ha 
remained curious and begged the Great Queen for permission to 
go with the strangers to see their land. Finally khe'mion 
T'Pau vihe'ehhn permitted the journey and one morning 
disappeared Sarek with those people, whose blood was red, 
behind the horizon and many years no one have heard anything 
about him.



	But oh gods of the red sand, what a pleasure reined in 
the town as Sarek khe vihe'eh'ha appeared in front of our 
gates one day, healthy and alive. He has brought many 
greetings from the people, whose blood was red, many gifts 
for his family and the beloved Great Queen, many wonderful 
stories about his adventures in the dessert and in the land 
of the strangers. He also didn't come alone: he has brought a 
woman with him. A beautiful and lovely being, who seemed to 
smile the whole day, like her people did. And Sarek khe 
vihe'eh'ha loved her with his whole body and soul and she 
shared her love with him with all the tenderness and passion. 
Sarek khe vihe'eh'ha made her to his wife and they lived 
happy for many years, loving each others and their son Spock 
khe vihe'eh'ha. And the town blossomed in the times of peace 
under the save guard of the wise Great Queen.

	Again many years passed by and Spock khe vihe'eh'ha 
became a man. The teachers have prised his wisdom, his father 
was proud of his sons skilness in hunting and fighting, every 
woman in the town looked after Spock's handsome figure, 
sighing secretly and envying his betrothed T'Pring khe 
vihe'ehlin, the granddaughter of the Great Queen, which 
should inherit the throne one day. But Spock khe vihe'eh'ha 
spend many times looking toward the horizon of the 
Tsu'mio'kheef desert thinking, dreaming. One day he stepped 
for his father and the throne of the old Great Queen and told 
to the whole family about a decision he has made. Before he 
is going to marry his betrothed he will travel to the land of 
the ancestors of his mother -- of the people, whose blood is 
red. 'My soul', he tried to explain, 'is parted in two 
halves. The one is already here, the other is lying 
undiscovered in him. Only the people of his mother are able 
to make him whole.' Sarek khe vihe'eh'ha protested against 
the decision of his only son, but his wife has known better. 
This was the calling of red blood in him, the calling of his 
strange ancestors. There is no other way as to obey it and 
follow. And so one day Spock khe vihe'eh'ha left the house of 
his parents and the town of his clan and like his father he 
disappeared behind the horizon, searching after the people of 
his mother.



	Many years he has travelled through the desserts, 
visited many places, has been a guest in many towns and many 
tents. And always he has followed the traces and the cards of 
his father. The land around him became green more and more, 
even the water has been falling from the sky more often and 
finally as he has crossed large mountains he has seen a 
beautiful town in front of him and behind those town was 
water reaching the horizon. And Spock khe vihe'eh'ha has 
known, this was the country of his mother. 

	Many years he has spend among the people, whose blood 
was red. He lived in their beautiful town, became used to 
their somehow odd yet harmless customs, sometimes admiring 
them, sometimes refusing them. But the people laughed only 
and teased him sometimes gently about his wondering. Spock 
khe vihe'eh'ha loved them. He was happy among them and he has 
found many friends too. Especially Kirkh'whan Jim, a brave 
warrior, who feared nothing. Not even the storms on the sea, 
so have the people called the large mass of water behind 
their town. Whose green eyes were always looking beyond the 
horizon, to the places, where no one has been before.

	But the years passed by quickly and Spock khe 
vihe'eh'ha became aware of the changes in him, changes whose 
every adult man of his folk starts to feel one day. He told 
regretfully to his friend Kirkh'whan Jim, that he must return 
home to marry his betrothed, before it could be late for him. 
But Kirkh'whan Jim didn't want to let him go alone. He asked 
Spock khe vihe'eh'ha for permission to go with him, to 
protect him during the journey, when the state of his friend 
will became worse. Spock khe vihe'eh'ha agreed and the both 
friend left the town on the edge of the large water and 
headed toward the town deep in the desert. The journey was 
long and dangerous, but Spock khe vihe'eh'ha never regretted 
his decision to take Kirkh'whan Jim with. But as farther 
as he came on the journey home, he felt weaker and weaker. 
Finally seven tendays away from their destiny he could not 
any more. The heat of his body has consumed him mercilessly, 
he could not eat, he could not drink, he could not hold the 
sword in his hands. He was lying wrapped in the blankets 
knowing, now is too late for him. Kirkh'whan Jim worried 
about the live of his beloved friend, wanted to know, what it 
is for a strange illness and if he can't help him? But is 
took many time for him until he was able to convince Spock 
khe vihe'eh'ha. And he told him the secret of his people: the 
secret about a fever coming every seven years to an adult 
man, the secret about burning in the heat of desire, which 
could be extinguish only by mating.

	To mate or to die, that was the way every seven years 
from now to the end of the live.

	But Kirkh'whan Jim didn't hesitate and there in the 
loneliness of the desert he offered himself to his friend, to 
ease his fever for some while, to safe his friends live. 
Spock khe vihe'eh'ha accepted this gift, knowing and 
treasuring the love and generosity of his friend. And so they 
made love in the night desert, only the stars above them 
witnessed their passion. Seven tendays they travelled toward 
the town in the desert, seven nights they mate in the red 
sand, swearing undying love and faith to each other. In the 
morning of the eight tenday they reached the walls and the 
main gate of the town, which was the home of Spock khe 
vihe'eh'ha.



	The whole family came to them: his parents, his bride 
the old wise Great Queen. The marriage ceremony could be 
carried on. But Spock khe vihe'eh'ha was too long away. His 
bride T'Pring khe vihe'ehlin has waited too long for him, too 
long to desire him still. At this very morning, as Spock khe 
vihe'eh'ha arrived there was already someone other in her 
live and there was only one possibility for her to get free 
to marry her new mate. In name of the ancestors, according 
their old traditions, using her right, she forced duel 
between Spock khe vihe'eh'ha and the rival of her choice. But 
fearing the possible death of her lover she has choose 
Kirkh'whan Jim.Spock khe vihe'eh'ha begged the Great Queen  
to not allow the fight, because Kirkh'whan Jim was a 
stranger, because he was a beloved friend to him, because he 
Spock khe vihe'eh'ha was already on the edge of his mating 
madness. But the Great Queen was helpless this time. The laws 
of the ancestors were stronger as her will. She has had no 
other way as to demand the fight.

	Kirkh'whan Jim didn't hesitate and accepted. On the red 
sand in front of the old town, two friends, whose have loved 
each other, fought against each other brutally and without 
mercy. The fight took long. their ragged breath and the hiss 
of their weapons were the only sounds in the calm air of this 
day. Then suddenly Kirkh'whan Jim jumped aside and Spock khe 
vihe'eh'ha fell on his sword. Kirkh'whan Jim cached him in 
his arms, held him tight desperately trying to stop the 
bleeding with his own palm. But he has known, it was too 
late. His beloved friend died under his hands. Kirkh'whan Jim 
cried long on the red sand in the front of the ancient town, 
and his tears washed away the dust and green blood of his 
friends face. 

	Then he stood up and stepped toward T'Pring khe 
vihe'ehlin, forcing the explanation. T'Pring khe vihe'ehlin, 
beautiful and cold, told him, she didn't want to wait long, 
she has found a new partner. She has known, that if Spock khe 
vihe'eh'ha would win, he would not want her anymore, and if 
Kirkh'whan Jim would win, he wouldn't want her either. But 
then he smiled an ugly smile and the blood in the veins of 
the viewers froze. 'How do you know, I wouldn't want you?' He 
asked. He took her hand and brought her to the dead body in 
the red sand: 'Look,' he hissed, 'there is lying the other 
half of my soul, the one I have loved, the one, whom my heard 
belonged to. He is dead, because I have killed him at your 
order. You wanted the fight, instead the marriage, you wanted 
a new partner. So I'm the one you will get. After the laws of 
your ancestors.'

	And right there he has married her. Then he buried the 
dead body of Spock khe vihe'eh'ha, but he was not crying 
anymore. All tears have left him.



	Short time thereafter died the Great Queen and the 
whole town has mourned for her. T'Pring khe vihe'ehlin 
inherited the throne, but it was Kirkh'whan Jim, who has held 
the power in his hands. But he was a good king to his new 
people. Sometimes he said, it is because he is seeing the 
face of Spock khe vihe'eh'ha in every stone of this town. The 
people gave him the name the Lonely King and the name suited 
him well, because he was neither smiling not crying, but the 
dark veil of his sad loneliness was present everywhere. They 
all have known, that he has died with his friend on the red 
sand long time ago. He has never touched his wife, but he 
took many women in his bed. But all have loved him, because 
he was lovely gently with them and he carried about the 
children, they have born for him. And most of those children 
have small rounded ears and red blood and liked to smile the 
whole day. T'Pring khe vihe'ehlin hated all the women and all 
his children, but he has shrugged with his shoulders meaning, 
she is free to choose the lover of her own. But this has made 
her even more angry. Because her own people have loved him, 
because they all have known, she was the guilty one.

	So she waited for many years, hating, simply hating. 

	Until one day she got a secret message of her old 
lover, who has escaped to the another clan in the 
neighbourhood, which was the rival for long time, envying the 
riches of the desert town. He has marched with a large amount 
of warriors toward the town. In the night they arrived to the 
walls and to the gate and T'Pring khe vihe'ehlin and her 
allies let their enemies in. The town awaked to a brutal 
fight. The warriors grabbed their swords and run to defend 
their homes and families, but it was too late. In the morning 
only black ruins remained the place, where palazzos, busy 
streets and beautiful gardens once have been. And in the 
place, where the main gate stand, two bodies were lying in 
their blood: T'Pring khe vihe'ehlin and her lover--the 
traitor. They have served well to the purpose of the enemy, 
thereafter they  weren't needed any more.



	The fugitives escaping from the town, have found their 
king lying deadly wounded on the grave of Spock khe 
vihe'eh'ha. But before he has died he gave his sword in the 
hands of his children, saying to bring it back to his people, 
whose blood was red. And the he died, being at once one with 
his beloved friend.



	Many years has been passed by, many years my folk has 
been travelling through the dessert, the sword of our king 
Kirkh'whan Jim and his blood being the only things we have 
possessed. Many of us died, many gave up the travelling and 
settled down, founding new clans and new towns. But I can't 
rest, because the calling of the red blood in me is too 
strong and I could do nothing, but obey its command. I'm old, 
the sword of Kirkh'whan Jim is heavy in my hand, the cards of 
Sarek khe vihe'eh'ha got lost in the fire of the desert town. 
But like Spock khe vihe'eh'ha I'm travelling through the 
deserts, searching after the people, whose blood is red.

	Because then, only then I can find the peace for the 
other half of my soul.



	< Kirkh'whan Arachnethe2 khe vihe'ehlin drinks some 
water, because her throat got dry, through the storytelling. 
Then she sits down, weary, but ready to listen to the other 
stories.>


End.
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