I opened my eyes and outside the window I saw an early morning blue. The light was a sign. It comes this way, and in the same path I will walk with it. I remember my dream. Our dream. Light is kindly coming this way to break me, coming to take my breath away. But I will sacrifice myself; I will split my soul easily. This early morning blue isn’t going to make an end to my way.
I walk, and memorize every brick in my dusty room. Every brick is another memory. I remember that we called them wall-makers. I remember that how our names changed in their meanings, and our souls are lost in madness. I remember my sister, my mother’s daughter, how she smiled when she was a little girl and how much she liked to climb trees. And I remember how she and her friends cut off the trees and made bows and spears to fight. I remember light in her eyes; light flashed with hate, anger and hunger. I remember my death, flashed and life vanished from my veins. I remember running wild in a forest, and I remember that I am Forest.
I hear that people are walking, but they don’t know it. I remember how we ran on earth and mud, how we made love with it. The earth accepted our steps, like the inflows of a lover. I remember that trees scratched our faces and we laughed with them in return. Now I hear their rush, people are smashing, raping earth; our mother and lover.
I don’t let fear or hate fill me. I wait for my time to come. Time passes and caresses my skin like a soft touch. I lay on the ground; I feel that the sun warms my body with its fire. I burn with it. I close my eyes, and search for the roots in me. I shut my ears not to hear anything that belongs to this time and space. And I just stop feeling the ground under me and not even feel the sun anymore. I am somewhere else, somewhere old.
I know where he is. He has found an old House that nature hides. No living Enor was there, except for him and some of his friends. İrndasran, the traitor, is looking for him. I know where he is. They know that I know.
I tell him, while we sit on the wildly grown grass, that if we do what he says, if we kill İrndasran, another one will take his place. I tell him that we should be together, we should be one. If he will do it by himself, all alone, I tell him that it is a waste and nothing more. He understands me. He sees my point. But he wants to kill İrndasran, he wants revenge. So I understand him. I tell him, that I will not stay with him anymore. I only kill for tomorrow, he will kill for yesterday. I take my long blade and walk away from that Lost House. I walk away as I know İrndasran should be death. Every step I take kills the wild grass. The earth accepts it. If you want to go somewhere, you should sacrifice.
As I walk away from my brother and my companion Arna I remember how I left my House after I have learned that my sister joined the army of İrndasran. I left the House to find her, to win her back. I have met with him on the road, we fought together for years. In time we found more companions for our cause; we came together and became one to resist against İrndasran as Brigands. I have learned to think as we, not as I. In the beginning, Arna told me that my sister was already lost. I was selfish and only thought about my sister at those times. He said; “İrndasran is the one we are looking for, not your sister.” In time, in my mind, I let my sister go her way. I accepted the truth; that she was one of the madmen. He showed me my way, and as I started to walk on it, I have discovered that I have showed him something else; to become selfish. He was a warrior, a hero. The Brigands knew his name. But he didn’t want that anymore. He chose to become alone, and to fight alone. He chose to find İrndasran alone and to kill him alone. So I walk alone now. I left him in that Lost House, and walked to meet with my companions. They awaited answers from me, I had them. I walked to tell them that we will keep on resisting against the madmen. But Arna wouldn’t come with us. He was going to kill İrndasran.
İrndasran knows that I was one of his friends and he also knows that I still belong to my cause. That’s why I’m here. They want answers. I refuse to talk. It is not something hard or brave to do. I simply refuse to talk. Not that I can’t stand the questions or the way that they ask them, I can’t stand to be a prisoner anymore. I am not a dead tree; but I am completely ready to burn. My time has come. I’m not a stone, even a stone move sometimes.
I open my eyes and slowly I let the moment to fill me. My fingers start to feel the cold floor. My lips are dry and they hurt. I turn my right side and look at the door. Sun reflects on it and I see the silhouettes of walking people’s feet. Their shadow falls on my room like falling leaves. I slowly get up; I don’t want my blood to take control over my actions. I’m careful. I stand still and the seconds pass. I see my shadow on the floor.
My hair is dirty. I feel it, and now I can even see it on my shadow. I find it funny but I can’t laugh, my tongue is stuck in my mouth. But I move my lips and put a little smile on my face. That makes me feel good; I even imagine that the room smells good. I move in my room, I stretch myself doing the exercises little Enor children do while they learn how to control their bodies. Time passes, I see it on the floor, I see that the shadows are changing and even disappearing.
The floor gets blue; the sun is ready to set. It takes its time, it has no rush. I understand it. I take my time too. I go to the wall on my left; there is a brick that is easy to move. I take it out and I see my little key, I made it. I worked with the lock for a very long time to make that key. Then I had to work on my body so I could run. That took some time too. But I am patient.
I am losing control. My blood starts to run fast. I must calm it down. I call it to hear me; I touch my heart with my mind. I close my eyes and my ears, but my feeling sense is harder to close. I feel the key in my hand. It is wet with sweat, it moves in my palm. I try to focus, I fight. I am closing myself to the moment once again. I forget every little detail in this small room. And I slide into my mind.
Snow is a rare thing in Enoran, even in the northern parts of it. On the other hand, the House in the Bordermounts, Linaran, sees the white drops of the sky very often. Linaran may be one of the biggest Houses in Enoran, but it is almost empty now. The only living people in here are wounded or are trying to help the wounded. The children are scared and hide in the secret caves with their protectors. It is cold here and it snows. I am waiting as a guardian at the entrance of Linaran. The gate is so magnificent; it would take at least a small army to protect it. We don’t have a small army now. Only ten people are waiting at the Gate. We know that there are other entrances to Linaran, but they are harder to get through; only people who have grown up and lived in Linaran can deal with the moving rocks and the roughness of the Bordermounts. We wait and we hope that they won’t come. We wait and we want to kill them, kill the madmen. I look at my friends, my brothers and sisters. Snow falls on them; they are becoming invisible as snow covers them. For hours we wait.
The snow gets slower; but it brings something else, something harder to deal with. We hear their footsteps. They are coming closer to the gates, we see them, and after that they fall on us. Every blow cuts like ice. I do not feel the cold though; I feel the warmth of hot blood, anger and excitement. As I kill, I recognize that I want to kill more. We will lose this fight, I know it. That knowledge brings the thought of my own death, so I keep on slicing the meats of madmen. Their minds are corrupted; they attack with ambition, madness rides in their blood. I barely see who is still fighting on my side. But I know help came to protect the gates. We refuse to go backwards. We stand our ground.
I remember the darkness then. When I wake up I notice that I am wounded. But somebody took care of me. After a while I learned that we have lost Linaran; my companions, my friends have died. Only a few of us are alive, and we are captive now. They took care of us; they must have thought we may turn to their side. Or was there something left from their sanity?
I give up on my memories; I bring myself back to my senses again. A strange feeling takes over me. My little key is in my hand. I look out and see that the day is about to end. My blood flows as if it scratches my veins. I look at my empty hand and make it a fist. My nails hurt my palm. I want to be hurt. I feel sad about being so numb.
Outside the window, outside that dungeon, outside the fallen Linaran, I see that the moon is rising. My room falls into darkness, so I let mother night cover me like a child. I listen very carefully. In the darkness, the sounds are sharper. And I only see the darkness itself now. In darkness I feel secure, I let my senses come inside me and take me into their realm.
I feel happy like I’m giving my last smile to earth. Energy fills me, I feel lucky and strong. I slowly go to the door and I start to listen. I opened my ears to the channels of sound, I went through them. I hear nothing, but there is a feeling in the air: a feeling that tells me to move quickly.
My key works easier than I thought. I am surprised but I don’t waste my time for that feeling, my other feeling was stronger. My actions are already decided by my instincts. I move fast and determined. I have no blade, neither am I strong enough to fight with a guardian.
I realize that there is no guardian in the dungeons. I look around. Silence is the first sound I hear but after I focus I hear panic, and it comes from the south wing of Linaran. My room was in the east side of the north wing; so the way out is right before me, all I have to do is to keep on walking to the north. If I walk to the north, I will find the caves under the House, and I may have a chance to find a tunnel that will lead me outside. But instead of walking that way, I turn around and run south.
I run and nobody stops me. I see blood on the floor, and then I see the dead body the blood comes from. I see a long blade in the right hand of the body, so I take it and keep on running. I am not so strong; it is not easy to run for me, it hurts when I breathe. I was locked up for a very long time. After my wounds were healed, they didn’t feed me very well, and my room was too small to do proper exercises. But that doesn’t stop me from running and at least I have a weapon with me.
I run and I look around. I see panic and chaos, and the dead bodies. I don’t stop. I hear a voice; the familiar, sonorous sound of my friend Arna. I run to find him, I understand everything now. I understand that he is here, İrndasran is here. The traitor, the ruler, the enemy of the earth, the bringer of madness is here. And Arna is here to kill him.
I realize that this is the sacrifice that I will make. It is not what I should do; I should go back north and find my freedom. As a free Enor and a Brigand, I should revolt. But I will burn. I am making my decision.
The door is open. The walls of the room were white in my memories, but it is washed red with blood now. I jump in, my blade is pointed. The fight between İrndasran and Arna is covered by other fights. I cut whatever comes near to my blade to help my friend. I know I will never regret that I left my cause for him, for my companion.
Arna recognizes me and says my name: “Nùdeth.” I take my side with him. İrndasran is fast and strong, Arna is wounded and he doesn’t have much time to kill İrndasran. He tries to attack him, but he can’t do his move. My body is not strong; the only thing I can use to help is my mind. I try to reach my mind and find my move to make Arna win this fight. I must distract İrndasran; I must make him attack me. I move my blade and touch the traitor’s. He doesn’t know if I am trying to get his attention or if I am a real threat. But he is mad, he can’t think properly. He tries to get rid of me with a sharp move. The move is very fast; I look at Arna and see that he thrusts his long blade into İrndasran’s chest. İrndasran’s blade stays in me as he falls. Slowly it starts to hurt, but I will not waste my time with suffering. My energy will leave me slowly; I know that I am not strong enough to keep it in me. Death doesn’t scare me, I lived that before. I look at my brother, he looks back at me. I feel warm.
Outside the window, the night lives. The moon light comes into Linaran. People are fighting. They came to take Linaran back. I slide into freedom. My eyes fall into darkness.