Return – Chapter 7

Life goes on. It must, and it will. I had already known what the result of my feat would be, and was well aware of the consequences, or at least the end product. So it did not come as a surprise, much like how the breeze blows through trees, making a whisper, but never staying for long. I thought about the day when Irtiqa and I talked about seasons. ‘Autumn is for leaves what spring is for flowers’, she had said. The things were different, the work was the same. God works in mysterious ways, he does the same things to different entities, and yet we love one and don’t like the other; without any reason actually, because we have no reason to like one over the other, or do we? Such silly questions went on in my mind, for now I had nothing to think about, and more importantly, nowhere to go. My family was gone, and Shaena was gone. And Irtiqa, well, she was there, I knew it for sure somewhere deep in my heart, but it couldn’t become of me to look for her and go back to her and tell her all what happened and tell her the truth and that I loved her as much as I had ever loved Shaena, probably more, and that all this was a mistake that I should never have done. I knew already what would have happened. She would smile, as she always did, then go back to her life and leave me to my own. She would never ask me to go away, but somehow she’d keep herself away from me, to the point that her being or not being did not matter to me anymore, and that was okay, for that was exactly what she had wanted to do. And the other people in my life, oh, where were they now? How were they? I had no clue, and yet here I was, in a land far away, with no clue of where I would sleep that night, or who I would talk to, or what I would do, or what I could think. Life was just so.

I walked down to a tavern and the kind lady filled my mug with a fresh draught of wine. I gulped it down and banged the mug on the table. She filled it again. This happened for a couple more times when I realized that I did not really have the money to pay for my drinks. I looked on both sides, and suddenly ran out. I needed to run as fast as my legs would take me, for I had not enough to pay. But the wine made me stagger, and I could not run properly. I fell, bam on the ground, mud on my face, and I lay there. I don’t know how long I lay there, but I was sure I fell asleep. Because I dreamed. Irtiqa came around. She was now sitting beside me bandaging my head. It hurt. I held her hand and she held mine, looking deep into my eyes. And then she hugged me. It was almost as if I had forgot the effect it had on me. I grasped her with both my hands, and I was crying, I knew I was crying, probably wailing loud enough, but I couldn’t hear my voice, and that was when I knew I was dreaming, because Irtiqa, she would never see me again, nor would I. For that I would have to wait unto death. For she was dead.

I wondered how long I would stay alive now. I had no one to go to, no money to spend, I had wasted myself on the last drink, and now I had nothing to do, and the night was still young. There was only one thing I could do, and do that did I. I walked back to the tavern. The old lady looked at me with disgust, then spat on my face. I did not move. I looked at her, and perhaps she noticed my eyes, or maybe she saw through me, saw what my heart felt at that moment. For even so at that moment, a tear dropped simultaneously from both our eyes. I walked up to her, and held my ears as a sign of apology. And I waited for her reaction.

She smiled. Perhaps this return was worth it.

#14 – The Hiss of the Dragon

The dragon hissed loud. The Things knew. They knew how close they were to the men of earth. They kept flying. The whole thing would be over in a while, they knew. They would kill each and every one of them, lay a new foundation where the earth was ruled by them instead of the humans, who were stupid and far below their level in terms of power, intellect and resources. They knew.

When they reached the Mountain, they stopped. It was only dusk then, and the humans wouldn’t cross it until dawn. They would be taken by surprise, thought one. A journey that would have taken hundreds of days got cut short to such an extent, and how did they do it? He laughed at himself when he thought about it. They had never thought of it before, and he didn’t know why it had been so. They had forgotten the basics of what they had been taught lives ago. They didn’t remember they could journey through the center of the earth. If that done, their time would have reduced on every trip that they made, but then, they had to have learned it some time, and this was the time.

They drank and they sang and they danced all night. Winter would be on them soon here. They had to enjoy the summer as much as they could, for this was the foretold Land of Always Summer. They had only heard about it, but now they witnessed the very being of it. They feasted on meat and their bellies were tight on alcohol. Yet they kept celebrating. It was almost midnight when one Thing, called Xaroxys, was so drunk he blew out fire and burned another Thing. The Death of Phaxys. The singers made a song on that, and sang throughout the rest of the night, whilst Xaroxys told stories of how it happened.

It was almost dawn when finally the singing stopped. Through the patters of the rain and the rumblings of thunder, the Things heard it. The humans were coming. They were near. The Things smiled. Someone was in for a big surprise. They put off their fires and put out their wings. Then they soared into the sky, one last time.

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Quick – Chapter 7

She was there, turned into a fairy, flying about in the room. I could sniff blood around, and taste it on my lips as well, a salty taste; and then I woke up.

“Too much whisky, eh?”

“No, not much. That was only a quarter.”

“Yeah, and you’ve slept for four hours, on my bed, alone.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a message from the headquarters. You are to be killed.”

“What?”

“Can’t you hear me, boy?”

“I can.”

“Good then. But I am not gonna kill you, so soon at least. Tell me what you know of this business.”

“What?”

“Tell me what you know.”

“Nothing. I thought you were to break it to me.”

“Yeah. Too late though.”

“You know I can’t understand a penny of what you speak right now.”

“You’ve got a new life boy. A new name, a new identity.”

“What?”

“Stay here, and you will know soon. Bye.”

“Bye.”