Chapter of the Lost Children
You're a constant pain in the arse.
You expect me to beat off brats while throwing up all night long.
......That's OK, I suppose.
I'll be vomiting blood all night anyway.
I can always sleep like mud in the morning.
It's OK. You won't be attacked by any animals if you're with an elf.
This child, I wonder if he really is an elf? He's more than your run-of-the-mill strange creature... Puck:
Idiot response this way.
But, Jill, is it OK?
Even if you are with me.
A girl by herself at this late hour--- It's still not right, is it?
Furthermore, the opposition aren't elves. They're dangerous (fellows) like monsters.
Guts, being what he is, you can't rely on him, and (what's more)
Even if you went, it doesn't mean that queen will turn back into a human, and (furthermore)
You may end up regretting it.
Even if I chase after that person like this;
Even if I'd turned back to the village at that time;
No matter which;
I think so.
Now, since I've already came this far......
Jill, over there...!!
Where (are you)...?
It's no good. He's lost it completely.
Get off'a me.
The runt there?
Sprinkle his (faery) dust over me.
I smashed my body onto a heap of rocks, and now can't move.
I can't stomach it, but there's no helping it.
...I, I'm sorry.
It's OK, just do it quickly.
...Why'd you follow me?
(What you call) Peacuff,
A faery tale anyone will have heard if a child from aroud here.
Long ago in a certain village there was a boy, red of eye, and pointed of ear, called Peacuff.
Although his parents were very affectionate towards him,
the boy was canstantly tormented by the village children because of those eyes and ears.
They called him "Red-Eyes Peacuff" and "Pointy-Ears Peacuff".
Peacuff thought to himself, "This (place) is not my home. These people aren't my real parents"...
Because both Peacuff's mother and father,
No, because amongst the people of the village
there wasn't one other red-eyed, pointy-eared person like him.
One night, without word to his parents, Peacuff slipped out from his house
to search for the world where he ought really to reside with his true parents.
Alone he pushed through into the forest where faeries, who say adults approach by no means, lived.
And Peacuff found them.
They're red eyes and pointy ears,
they were surely things just like himself.
But they said to the elated Peacuff,
"You say you're one of us? That's not true. Because you don't have wings with which to ride the wind like us, do you?"...
Then one of them informed the confused Peacuff,
"Once, long ago, a human male and female came here with a baby who was sick and dying".
"They entered this forest, violating village law, in order to save this child".
"This child is our life. Please save him (somehow or other)" the man and the woman, it is said, implored with frantic thoughts.
The faeries agreed to the wish and laid some spell on the child.
The baby's life was saved, but (on the other hand) the child's form had became half the same as theirs.
Even so, the man and woman shed tears and were glad,
saying, if only this child lives......
Peacuff, who had listened to the story, dashed off in a panic.
He ran for his life back the way he had came, crying all the way.
But when Peacuff finally arrived at his home, it was already all too late.
Mysteriously, even though only an instant had passed in the forest, as much as 100 years had flown by in the village.
On top of a small hill between the faery forest that would not permitt people and villages...
Left-out Peacuff continued to cry,
making his red eyes all the redder.
It's a morbid tale, isn't it.
Rochine loved this story...
Rochine told me,
I'm just like Peacuff.