"They say someone up there loves everyone, the most..."
A person was chained with a wooden block, his face was covered with wounds and blood. Four royal guards held him down by chains. The iron grips dipped into his flesh, ensuring he couldn't even try to move.
"...Then why did he abandon us, in this world?"
He turned his head slightly at a guard right beside him.
"What do you think?"
That muscular guard struck him with a heavy cudgel.
"Don't you dare to bring any disgrace to the God by that cursed mouth! "
"Save your breaths, Make sure to enjoy the show of your execution. Ha! Ha! Haha!"
The guard burst into laughter.
A blood droplet trickled from his mouth. His face smiled, with a open mouth. He looked straight into his eyes.
He spat the blood on his face.
"You!" The guard rasied his cudgel for another strike.
"Hey, pull! Pull! Don't let him move! Pull!" One of those four guards, ordered others.
Sweat beads were dripping along their skin. Their veins got visible as they pulled the chains.
The chains ratteled clashing one another as he moved his body.
"This won't be enough." The chained man grinned, a blood droplet trickled from his injured forehead.
"Believe me? I've tried more hellish ways than this."
Suddenly, with a screeching sound of metal, the big gate opened.
A huge white illumination of daylight blinded their eyes.
Then, it became clear.
Millions of people were gathered, outside.
The noise was flooding.
"Go to hell, you monster!" A child, sitting on his father's shoulder, yelled.
"Don't show any mercy on him!" "Make him struggle!" "Yes! Yes! Kill him!!" "May god destroy you!"
"Go to hell!!"....
Many voices rose up. One after another, Peoples were chanting for his death.
On the Sixteenth sun of Garmai, in early Ethorox, a massive crowd gathered around the execution stage.
"Don't cross the line!" Royal guards were forcing the chaotic crowd away from the trail."Move back! Behind the ropes! I said, move back!"
A bare foot touched the ground. Chains rattled, as he moved forward.
The chained man came out of the dark prison. He was walking on a path that leads to the stairs of the execution stage.
On both sides, the uncontrolled crowd were forcing the guards to get in.
They threw rocks and slypescoh at that man.
Dark blood was visible on the chains. That man's hands and legs were shackled with a heavy metal balls, dragged as he walked. Four guards were holding him.
Though the rage of crowed, with his every forwarding step, the crowd drew back a little behind the ropes.
"Move forward!" The muscular guard forced him with a spear.
The executioner was waiting with a knife layered with the venom.
*Gasping *gasping
'Am I trembling?' One of the four guards questioned himself.
"Hey! How long this man was unfed for?" A guard on the execution stage asked another.
"I don't know. But he's been in prison, for months. Beside, general ordered us only to torture him."
The general came before him. He looked at the chained man.
"Guards! Attach those chains to the anchors!" He commanded grappling hard on the loosed sleeve of his lost hand.
The guards on the stages started attaching those chains. They secured the chains to the anchors set in the large wooden posts.
'My hands?' A guard asked himself. 'Why I can't stop shaking ?'
"Fast!!" The general order.
After checking everything all guards came down from the stage.
A crow was flying over the sky, his shadow passed over that man's face.
The chained man gazed at the crowd. Many people raised the burning flags of his ruled kingdom.
A wooden effigy of him was burning before him in the crowd.
"You deserve hell! You son of a—" An angry drunk man from the crowd burst into rage and threw an empty bottle of wine at him.
"Go back!" The guards held that man down.
Crinsh!
The bottle shattered. Shards of glass pierced into the chained man's cheek and eyes.
His eyes filled with blood and shattered glass. The chained man turned his face at him.
"Say. Son of a what?" His words were like an injured beast. The tone was ferocious.
The old man's hands trembled. He held his head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
The guards dragged him back behind the rope.
"Is that all?.." The chained man asked the crowd.
His words instilled a terrifying silence cutting through the clamour of millions. The loud crowd paused for a moment.
"Is that all?!"
"This is nowhere near making me suffer—"
A blade pierced through his chest.
"That's enough of you." A man clad in wolf fur emerged from behind him. His face was painted with a scar.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
"Let the execution begin." The man in wolf fur ordered the general.
"You hear, the king Arfelas.Let the execution begin!" The genral ordered to all guards.
"YAAAAAAAAHH!"
Hearing the order, the crowd erupted in cheers and rage.
Drums were played high as the enthusiasm of the crowd touched the sky.
The executioner struck his back with the poison tinted knife and sliced his flesh.
He did it again. With more slow pace.
Each and every slice through his flesh was painting his sins on the floor.
He continued until his skin and muscles mixed up as a pile of rotten flesh.
A huge amount of blood coloured his skin as well as the floor. His body wasn't standing, it was just hanging by the support of the chains.
His vision was gradually blurring. Everything was red in his eyes. And soon it started fading too.
The world in front of his eyes started turning to be colourless.
Haaf...hf..
He was panting. Breathes were stuttering. There was no fear yet a faint relief was on his face.
'Is this...'
'Death?'
His thoughts seemed to be stalling. The cheerful curses of the crowd, silenced. He could not hear anything anymore.
A black skull was floating in air before him, above the crowd. But no one cared for that.
'What is..'
The immense pain of getting pierced multiple times started to fade and his tone too.
Everything started turning black and white.
Smokes started coming out from the black skull. He tried to look above. It was...
A colossal figure emerged from the dense black smoke, swirling around him a clouds. He looked like person, but not exactly a human. Slowly, its hands and body created.
The black entity was wearing a cowl that hid its face.
He was holding a huge scythe. It was burning with bluish flames. Twisted branches were tightly woven together, forming the handle for the scythe's massive black blade.
The scythe's blade was attached with the wooden handle by a skull which froze in mead scream.
The entity leaned back and prepared for a blow.
"Who are... You?" The words were faintly choked in his throat.
"Come to the..."
The being spoken in a harsh rasling voice.
"Death."
A massive blow, landed on Zinore's shoulder. Slipping through his body, diagonally it didn't cut him.
His eyes open. He found himself in a field. The sun was about to set. A pleasant woman was standing before him facing towards the dying sun.
Some words tangled up in his mouth, he tried to say something.
" So... what did you get from this, Zinor?"
"I... I don't know."
Desdi turned to him. With slow steps, she approached him.
"I am no more Zinor. If you get another life, leave my memories behind. It make me happy if you live as you like."
She gave a smile to him. The sun was about set.
"Wait, wait, wait! Are you going away again? Desdi!"
A pleasant wind blew as the sun died at the far west. Desdi vanishes with golden dust carried by the wind.
"Why!!!"
The field of crops lost it's glow as she gone. It became field of corpses where Zinor was chained in the middle.
Some corpses either pierced with spear or crushed by a hammer appeared instead of crops.
His eyes were full with tears. The very scenario vanished with a dark mist.
All the memories of his life, flashed before his eyes. Slowly, life in his eyes, faded. He heard people's joyful words.
They were rejoicing.
The entity stood there, lowering his scythe.
Zinor's soul came out of his body.
A colossal light blinded everything . Along with it, his soul vanished and the entity too.
Then silence...
A cold breeze swept across the grass field. The sun was about to set.
"Hurry up, Siri!" A young lad with bluish hair yelled at a girl. "The evening is on the way and the night too."
"Don't order me around my feet hurt !" The young girl pouted her face. The orange sun cast a copper tint on her pinkish hair.
"Ok. I think someone won't get Hira Soup tonight." Damo grinned teeth taunting her.
"Haaauh!" She puffed up her cheeks and lay down on the field. "Damo. You dummy! Hhng!"
"Ha.... I am not your servent! Don't cry if a big grasshopper kidnaps you."
"I can't hear dummies. I can't hear..." Siri started rolling over the grass and repeated her words continuously.
"Ok! Go wherever you want." Damo turned his face but paused to see what she would do.
She ignored him and started rolling fast.
"You are really getting into my nerves!" Damo got a little angry.
Siri ignored him and rolled faster.
Whlp!!!~
A stone slipped and she rolled downwards to the river.
"WAAAAAAAAAAH!~" She exclaimed.
"Siri!" Damo rushed to her, throwing his bag.
Suddenly she rolled into the bushes just before the river.
Stumbh!
A sound came.
"Siri! Are you alright!" Damo exclaimed while sliding to stop her through the down field.
Damo moved the bushes. "Siri! Where are you?"
"Waaah!!! Hwahh! Hwahh!" She was crying. As she got hit by something metallic, caused that sound.
"Thank god, you didn't fall.." He walked close.
"Whaaaat!!"
People have only one life to prove them dear to god. But if one fails, certain punishment awaits. This statement is absolute. But the one who created you is the most merciful.
Will not he give them another chance?
Who knows?...