fuck it, i'm curious. reblog and tag with the first fictional death to ever rewrite your brain chemistry and/or make you cry like a baby. mine was ares from the underland chronicles (who, for context, was a giant bat.) to this day i will weep if i think too hard about it. okay, go.
this very obscure czech children's book i read when I was probably too little to read it. I still cry to this day when I think about it.
It's called Nausica, the girl from Knossos (Nausika, dĂvka z Knossu) I think it was a present from my parents, cause I loved greek mythology and crete at the time (mind you, I was 10 or 11). It's a story about a mother who gives up her newborn daughter, because she didn't want her to become the bull dancer, as was propethised. She doesn't believe in any gods that can decide what you will do with your life and so on, she is very stubborn. So little Nausica grows up with an adoptive mother, but ends up loving the idea of becoming a bull dancer, and she does. She's the best of the palace. But her mother tries to search for her. It takes her a long time, but she eventually discovers that Nausica is happy with the fate she robbed her of and wouldn't want it any other way. She falls into very very deep depressive state (she is ill and depressed at this point already) and tries to kill herself, but at the moment, Nausica runs in, begging her mother to draw her a dolphin (a thing she wanted since she discovered that her real mother was a skilled fabric dyer and weaver, and her dream since then was to meet her mother to ask her to draw her a dolphin). The mother says she will draw lots of dolphins for her, but dies right after, because of her illness (yes, i'm crying right now)
Now picture me, aged 10 or 11, saw the knossos palace and the very beautiful dolphin frescos the last summer. I know my mum used to paint on silk, but she no longer does. I know she probably could easily replicate the dolphins from the frescos, while I only tried and failed miserably. It's night and I'm reading in my bedroom upstairs with my flashlight. And I cry and sob so loud that my mother hears me from downstairs, has to come to my room, hug me in my bed while I cry uncontrolably and repeat "she just wanted to draw her a dolphin". Just a mention of the dolphins gets me to tear up to this day.
