A little tryout of translation... · 10:39pm Apr 19th, 2020
Well, at last I started my translation experiments to make story affordable to readers. Besides word to word translation I also try some "auto-translate" with some in context tweaks and changes. But still result seems bad. Really bad. So it no good even for rough 1st step translation ether. Sad, but I need to try it too before start.
-----------Here small example from one of my story: Demicorn without sky------------
- You are Orum. Nice to meet you, my new... student... - A little sizzle and a little stretching words, said a well-grown demicorn, and spoke her name, gnashing bone spikes on the floor. Her name sank in the grunting scream of a young demicorn who tried to run into the aperture that was closing behind her. The mentor stood still and did not move, watching for some time as the young demicorn tried to open the entrance to the room with her wing claws, turning around and screaming again. Eventually, the little filly got to the point. Touching the bracelet, the protrusion on the wall, she plunge into the narrow gap under the door without waiting for it to finally rise. A thin tail with a small tassel rushed after her, almost crushed by a heavy steel plate. Noticing this, or simply unwilling to stop meeting so quickly, the mentor clawed the door panel on the wing and slowly lifted it up, causing another sounding scream.
- Darklings [There: another name of the Creatures called like somnamoprhers ] in my room!!! Save me, whoever it is!!! Mentor Tristy! - The colt sat in the upper corner of the room, clutching her claws on the wings to the uneven surface of the walls and ceiling. - Go away, darling! I... I... I'm gonna start crying! My mentor is coming and she's gonna chase you away... really...
The little demicorn filly sobbed thinly, and squeezed into the corner harder, noticing the purple demicorn coming in quietly, easily letting go of the heavy door behind she. The deaf blow of iron against the stone confirmed Orum's fears, the exit, and the so blocked demicorn with its frightening black eyes, was also locked.
- Do not eat meeeeeee... - The colt squeaked thinly and collapsed from the ceiling to the bed, crammed into pillows filled with straw and pleasant smelling weeds.
- You've already been told about darklings. That's good. Let's have a test. What do you know about identifying an insidious darcling trying to steal a colt? - Purple demicorn was staring at a blinking glance at an Orum pillow trying to hide. Except for the horn-blade above them, two greenish eyes flickered dimly between the pillows. It did not take much observation to see the true horror in them, but at the same time a misunderstanding of why this question is even asked if they are going to be kidnapped and eaten.
- Their eyes were different. - The green hoof sticked out and pointed to the mentor.
She nodded and the little filly squeaked again, hiding in the mountain of the pillows as if they were the walls of the castle.
- The sharp fangs are visible when they smile... - The filly did not speak too confidently and closed her eyes with wings, noticing a row of sharp fangs between the lips of her mentor. True, they weren't paired, rather each tooth ended in a sharp edge, about the same size, but that was enough.
- Okay, what's the most important thing? - The purple demicorn raised its wings slightly, casting a dull shadow on the wall.
- On... on the... they don't have clocks on hips... - The colt gently pushed its muzzle out from under its wings, hearing a rustle, but no footsteps. So the monster was still standing, asking questions for something. Green eyes slid across the formidable standing figure and stopped at a peaceful ticking stop. — Y... You have an clocks...
- Finally. - The mentor lowered her wings and leaned towards the still shivering and pillow-hiding young eponymous demicorns. - I'm the mentor - Tristy Tia. Nice to meet you, Orum. Again. But in the future, if you think darkling has gotten into this impregnable place, break one of the pebbles in your bracelet. That's how I and the other mentors will know who the trouble is and come to the rescue. Okay?
- Aren't you really a darkling? You have... fangs and eyes... are really scary. I'm sorry, um... - young demicorn staring suspiciously at her hoof. The purple skin was pulled down by a steel bracelet converging into an openwork beak with a dimly lit and iridescent crystal in its center. It was the same on the other hoof. A little higher, several massive artifacts, like shackles, were connected by two angled bars, the ends of which were attached to each other movable disks. From one of them, a chain was hung, the lower links of which were clinging to the floor. The chest of the mentor partially covered the light armor, the empty holes in which were supposed to be under additional, apparently removed for a while, details. The filly tilted its face to the side, trying to see another feature. In the shade, a rather long tail, covered with rows of spikes, was seen, converging into a narrow arrow with a licked and crimped by several rings brush. It also had artifacts on it. From simple rings covered with symbols to sturdy and massive bracelets. The rear hooves were dressed in knives with grooves sparkling with emerald stones. Above were two symbols of a limiter, the meaning of which Orum did not know. The dream of every filly. The silver triangle was from time to time spread out in a star and was going back, changing the position of the main, permanently knocked out symbols in metal.
-----------Here end of small example from one of my story: Demicorn without sky------------
Hope I have enough time to make it better and fully translate small details of atmosphere and emotional background of story as it is. I know there many problems in it...
- Reading it now after some check and fresh view... awful. ~_~ Better stick to "sentence-per-sentence" translation with word checking after each... Yeah, I don't think that even readable in that... shape.