Väri was there, as well as Ceol, Raak and Livet. She came rushing in once she noticed the ruckus, and had the word "pain" carved on her face. Everyone else was probably there because their social status obliged them to do so, or because of some kind of perverted curiosity.
Väri was a kind person -with Finnish origin- who loved colors. Vivid as well as pale, all that mattered was color, all used in perfect analogy to create beautiful paintings. That day she was dressed in a lime dress with blue and red details. It was a beautiful afternoon so it had to be matching colors to accompany her through the coming night, "Colors that stand out from the night's darkness are always best!" is what she thought. Had she known what had happened from before, black would be her only choice.
Ceol was at the corner of the room, he was there a few seconds before Väri. With a dreadful expression he took his guitar and started strumming incoherent tunes. "Maybe the guitar is wrong, maybe i should have taken the violin after all!" he thought. Ever since he left Ireland he couldn't remember himself without sound, he would live and breathe through it, a child prodigy in music composition and still not able to think of a melody matching his feelings at that moment.
Raak was a little late, he had a last-minute-details correction on a sculpture he was working on. Once he got in the room he couldn't stop trembling. A great hand-craft artist couldn't possibly tremble, you might think, but the shock was too great for him. Even since he was in Africa his love for creation made him adept at wood, metal and clay. "Yet, my hands feel nothing... because nothing is close enough to this!" he thought..
The last one, Livet -a Swedish girl with beautiful eyes- was speechless. For as long as she could remember herself she was always on the road, new places, new experiences and friends were the meaning of being to her... But none of that could soothe the despair. "Nowhere i've been or nothing i've seen could make it go away. Why am i here??" was the exact thought of that fine lady..
But what brought them there was of the greatest importance. Not long ago that cry was heard for the first time somewhere in Armenia and Mard was born under the not-so-loving bond of his parents. That was the first time Livet met Mard, a few years later Väri, Ceol and Raak had their chances to meet him too. They all had so much to give to Mard, and they did give him love, compassion, beauty and feelings never before felt so vividly! That particular day, though, was not about them, or Mard for that matter.
That day his mother was preoccupied by cooking a lovely dinner in order to celebrate for Mard's birth day, a day marked as the happiest day in the world! Lost in thought as she was, mixing colors, flavors and beautiful odors with passion and movement that resembled a theatrical choreography, she forgot Mard was right next to the stove, as close to her feet as he could be. You see his admiration for his mother was unbelievable so everything she ever did was closely observed by Mard so he could learn all that he could from her.
That was the exact moment the frying pan fell from her hands and on Mard's head. The extremely hot oil burned all of his face and body destroying Mard's eyes, skin and ears. That was the second time that cry was heard, it was so loud it could pierce your ears, so loud it even damaged Mard's vocal ability. That was the time they all got inside the room, to see that boy for one last time.
And now all Väri, Raak and Ceol had to do was to leave.
And now Mard's mother was soaking in tears for the damaged she had caused, but the shock was too great, it was that moment that she went mad. She never quite understood who she had to blame, her mistake, or Mard's inability to understand the danger lurking in one's blind admiration for his mother?
And now Väri.. Raak.. Ceol... They all left.
And now... Livet left.
And Mard was so heavily damaged he could no longer even speak, he could never again tell someone why he was so badly burnt.
(if someone took the time to read this, google translation would be a good place to check everyone's name..)
