Lore & Chronicles

Geschichte erzählt von Lutrykin - Versammlung zum Segensfest-Geschichtenabend im Jena Jahr 2606 (29.12.2019)
Original geschrieben von Napseis und erzählt während Segensfest 2011.

Der Atysmas-Baum

Heute Abend werde ich euch von einem Abenteuer - wahre Geschichte! - von vier Homins berichten.
Vier Freunde, ein Tryker, ein Matis, ein Fyros und ein Zorai kamen zusammen, um Atysmas in Frieden zu feiern.
Nachdem sie entschieden hatten, in den Grünen Anhöhen zu feiern, trafen sie sich in Yrkanis und entschieden sich, den Anblick des verschneiten Waldes zu genießen. Der Wald umgab sie, weiß und rein in einem Kokon aus Schnee. Wie immer neckisch spielte der Tryker mit dem Schnee. Als er bemerkte, dass er weit weg von seinen Freunden ist, entschied er sich, Feuerwerk in einem Tannenbaum zu verstecken, um seine Freunde zu überraschen. Und welche eine Überraschung!
Der Baum stand dort, majestätische und erleuchtet voller Schönheit, dass sich beschlossen, dieses Vergüngen mit anderen Homins zu teilen. Wie würden sie es genießen, diese sich an dieser Verzauberung jeden Abend in ihrem ruhigen Heim zu erfreuen während sie gutes Moos mit etwas Enola-Sap rauchten.
Sofort fingen sie an zu beratschlagen. Der Fyros bot an, den Baum zu fällen und zurückzubringen. Der Matis warf ein, dass er wisse wie die wundervolle Pflanze erhalten bleiben könne - obwohl er denke, dass der Prozess etwas brutal sei. Schließlich sagte der Zorai, dass er wisse wie er den Baum verzaubern könne, so dass er nie aufhören würde zu scheinen.
Zurück in der Stadt umzingelten die Kinder die ungewöhnliche Prozession, erfreut und überdreht. Es ist prächtig, es ist groß, es leuchtet!
Von den erfreuten Rufen der Kinder gerührt, fragten die Eltern die Homins, ob sie ihren Fund teilen würden. Natürlich! Und folglich kann seit jenem Tage in jeder Wohnung zu Atysmas ein wunderschöner, erleuchteter Tannenbaum angetroffen werden. Dieser symbolisiert die Union des begeisternden Trykers, des einfallsreichen Matis, des weisen Zorai und des fleißigen Fyros.

The Great Library preserves HERE the six tales heard during the Atysmas Storytelling Assembly of Jena Year 2611 (2020-12-27):

• The Princess and the Slaveni
• The Truth About fyrak
• What the light says
• Chiang's Atysmas Walk
• Jingle Bocks
• Lighting the Stars

The Great Library preserves HERE the five tales heard during the Atysmas Storytelling Assembly of Jena Year 2616 (2021-12-26):

• Atysmas Poem
• The Tough Osco
• Nennorae White
• For Atys with gratitude
• The King's melting

The Great Library also preserves four tales heard at an earlier Atysmas vigil (for the moment only in their French version):

• Conte du Noël gourmand (Tale of the Greedy Christmas)
• L'Esprit de Noël (The Spirit of Christmas)
• La légende du Labyrinthe des Lutins (The Legend of the Maze of Sprite)
• Un chant d'Atysoël (A Song of Atysmas)

Frido the Frippo
Near a meadow where mektoubs and raspal were grazing, there was an old root thicket. In this thicket, near a barn and granary, there lived a family of talkative frippos. But the homins had moved on, barn and granary were empty. And as it turned to become winter soonish, the frippos started to gather grains and nuts and jubula and staw. All frippos laboured day and night. All, but the frippo Frido. ``Frido, why don't you work?'' they asked. ``I am working'' replied Frido, ``I'm collecting sun rays for the cold and dark winter days''. And as they saw Frido sitting there, gazing at the meadow, they said ``And now, Frido? We are all working, what do you do?'' ``I'm collecting colours'' he said, ``as the winter is long and grey.'' And once it looked like Frido was half asleep while all others were working hard. ``Are you dreaming, Frido?'' the frippos asked with contempt. ``Heck, no'', he said, ``I'm collecting words. There are long and dark winter days and we will not know what we shall talk about.'' As winter was approaching, and the first snow fell, the five small Frippos retreated into their hide-out between the roots and branches. In the first days they still had plenty to eat and the Frippos told many stories about singing Varinx and dancing Tyranchas. The whole family of Frippos was happy! But more and more of the nuts and Jubula eaten, the straw ran empty and the grains were only a remote memory. It suddenly became quite cold between the roots and branches of the old root, and no-one felt anymore like talking. Then they suddenly remembered when Frido talked about sun rays, colours and words. ``Frido!'' they called, ``what abour your provisions?'' ``Close your eyes'' he replied and climbed a large root. ``Now I'm sending you sun rays. Do you already feel how warm they are? Warm, nice and golden?'' And while Frido was telling about the Sun, the four Frippos already felt much warmer. Was it Fridos voice? Or was it some magic? ``And what about the colours?'' they asked excitedly. ``Close your eyes again.'' said Frido. And as he talked about blue Liosta and orange Gonji in the yellow fields of Ba-Che and of green leaves of the Jubula bushes, then they saw the colours so clearly and vibrantly as if they had been painted within their small Frippo heads. ``And the words, Frido?'' Frido cleared his throat, waited a moment and then told from a small stage: ``Who scatters the snow flakes, who melts the ice?'' Who makes the loud weather, who makes it silent? Who brings the lucky clover in Frutor? Who dims the day, who lights the Moon? Four small Frippos like you and me, live in heaven and think of you. The first Frippo in spring makes the rain laugh. The summer Frippo is the painter and has to colour the flowers. The autumn frippo sends his regards with nuts and Bac-Che. The winter frippo needs warm shoes for his cold feet. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are the four seasons, no more, no less. Four different happiness``. As Frido finished all Frippo clapped jollily, laughed and shouted ''Firdo, you are a poet!`` Firdo blushed, bowed and said humbly ''I know, you beloved Frippo-faces.``