Flowers, the endless field of colors and scent..
We walk towards, we walk because we are made to, we do not walk because of our
free will and independence.there is no such thing, lies and deception..
We walk even when tired, we walk when we are injured, we walk with, or without our
most loved people..
and in the end, when we reach our destination we look back, and realise when we should have
stopped beside the road, and smell the flowers, hug youreself, cry cause the pain..
But it is late by that already, we all have our end, when we stop, and look backwards..
Some of us, walk too far, too far to see where we started, then.. then we have lost the thing
what is the most important to every people, we lose ourselfs, we lose our values.. the things what
we have gained durning our walk, our endless journey..
Then we realise..
that we have walked too far, for nothing anymore.. and everyting loses meaning..
Forest, woods and moss covered rocks, silence and old stalks of great oaks, and pine-trees..
On a run again, the life was full of running, survival.. fight for just to exsist.
arrows were running short, he was shooting those more than taking steps towards, after every
deep breath, and moment of panic, so many moments filled with blood and haze.. he shot those arrows..
And those arrows were never returned, they reached their goals, he was trained to do so.. without that
he wouldnt have use, he lived a world of violence, chaos, survival, and hunger..
shoot or be shot... that was the strongest standing stone of his life, and it still is.. it shouldnt be
no-one should have.. But that's the world he was raised in, those were the strongest words what affected
in his existence.. words, and meaning can twist a man... it is easy to watch from far, and see the faults..
and the things you would repair, but you cant live the moment, to feel the feelings, remember the past, and think of the
future on that same... moment.. you can see things more clear by far.. But if you get closer, you see more aswell..
Never come say, what you would done... come closer, and offer a shoulder to cry on..
The drums were beating, on rapid rythm.. they were getting closer, the same song, the same rhythm took his world
a few years earlier, and left only the vision of the ruined pillars, which once were standing high, and proud..
anger and memory of past, of the blazing fire engulfing his home, his mother and his father, brothers and sisters..
their screams, the voices he were hearing night after night.. for weeks, months... and months turning years..
his world had turned to a match of existence and disappearance, never show youre weakness, be one step ahead of youre opponent..
you can never be too ready.. these words, what he has invented in his sad mind, were keeping him alive.. for what?
for mayby if he finds something to live for, life cant be this... it cant be what it is now, it must offer more..
if i just...try.. try something, stay alive, one day at a time..one arrow at a time.. one opponent at a time..
They were running through the dark, through the trees, the moss covered stones, the old hollow trees, through his past
and memories.. they ran through those like hungry animals, as easy as one would kill a fly..
It was now.. no return, no time for that anymore...mayby a few moments then...but not now, you would only die..die for nothing..
even without trying..
"Raise youre SPEARS men!"
it went all so slow, his life past his eyes..life bathed in fire, blood and death..
..The Line of men at the otherside of the field, at the edge of the wood..
The dark mass, the chaos ,animality and savagery rumbling over the field.. as if death was sweeping over the land, his scythe handed towards
to get whatever it could catch on it's wake..
"men of Forlorn! stand strong, and we will thriumph!"
..The spears were held towards...towards the black-mass... towards our end..
..Stand strong.. for what?... for our inevitable end, to our death.. idiocity..
..The moments rolled slowly, each..heavy..step of a large Goblyn of a time.. each ground tremblig moment under the heavy armored feet..
The mist was gathering around, from the woods behind, from the field, behind the line of Endless Goblyns..
..The first Goblyn to hit a spear let out a chilling growl of pain, and a spring of blood..
It looked so surreal, blood flying all over, everywhere.. the moment where the men cost less than a drink of water..
you couldn't do much, just swing youre rusty sword, and hope youre time wouldnt come.. just to push it a bit towards the future..
The word of retreat didin't ever came, the commander fell long-ago.. the line of the last men were running already, deeper in the woods..
dodging the arrows.. it was chaotic, it was war in its purest self..
The mist was getting thicker, not far untill he noticed running all alone, panicked..just trying to run away from the drums.. the cursed song..
from the bastards..Somewhere in the middle of his run he suddenly fell down, it was hard too see, the mist had engulfed the surroundings of the woods
..So this is it.. i ran.. but couldnt run fast enough.. i fought.. but wasn't strong enough..
He shut his eyes and just laid there..
"Wally!, Wally!...wake up, Wake up!.. the breakfast is ready, mom and dad are waiting for you..wake up..c'mon!.. im hungry!"
..Sis'?... he reached his hand towards the childs face..
"what's wrong wally?..are you sick?... should i call Mom?"
.. she looked so real, mayby...mayby this all has just been a bad dream..
yeah.. mayby it has been...must have.. yeah.. wait sis' im coming..im coming..
to see you, brother,mother..and father
"wait there Wally, il' go get mom'!" "mom, mom!...Wally is feeling sick"
..The figure of the small child runs off, towards the corridoor..
..He couldnt move, nor' shed a tear.. don't go..don't leave me.. don't leave me alone..
..He blinked his eyes.. "Wake up Wally, Wake up"..
He opened his eyes, laying on the ground, on the field of grass..Daisys were blooming.
Mom liked those...though..they were nothing special...just daisies..mayby that's why she liked them so much..
the scent of flowers, and the feel of grass.. mayby that's what made him to rise from the ground..
..He looked around, nothing was familiar..did he run this far?.. the mist was gone though..
He searched for something from his clothing.. the red string from a clothing.. he squeeched it hard in his palm..
" Im o'wake mom's...oim'... awake "...