Obsidian Tower

A peal of thunder rumbled as a tornado. There wafted a wind , cold as ice. Thoughts spinned in the head , there wasn’t any chance to think up anything. Grey , cold night lasted whole eternity, and around M’hert village was an apparent desolation. It made an impression of empty space wreathed by the fog. Erratic impression.

Aria. Erstwhile a beatiful land , now changed by events happened long time ago. The radiation reach the coast, and took over ten percent of whole country area and because of that the capital, called by residents Arhtaiu’ten , orchid island, disappeared from earth’s area. Near entrance to the city there was a big and wide orchid that was giving peace and shadow to the people who pantera protection under her leaves. Her light purple flowers shined such bright, which you can see from over five hundred meters. Nobody can explain, why It happened.

Right now from the city remained quite so this tree , a symbol of beatiful Arian’s culture Monument. Unfortunately It doesn’t reassemble old , outstretched on a few meters tangle of flowers , purple and fragrant , emanating a good positive energy. Over the years , the city were rebuilt in some parts , but It looks like there haven’t been anything done. Around there are state buildings, here fossils , there are skips (kontenery na gruz)...

A small man wearing a habit was walking down the hallway, leaning by a small cane, to move in the wind. He was almost thirty, with short hair and a short beard. Each step was like fighting with himself. The steps were getting heavier and heavier and during putting them on, still panting, breathing deeply.Near there lay rubble and some fossilized waste. They were quite large, so you could rest on them. The man could not go on. He sat on one of the nearby stones, sighing. He looked around, still wondering.

“What’s the matter here ?” he thought. When he was here for last time, the city was full of life and emanated the energy. And now ? Now It smelled like animals’ waste.

In the distance there was a tiny light.The man hoped that there was someone there to talk to, or ask him to stay.He stood up hard, leaning on the cane. He shook the ground. Going into the wind, every step was a challenge that was impossible to overcome. A few paces away, the light became clearer, so you could tell what was up there and what - most importantly, it makes sense to go there. He did not give in, motivating the thought that it was not far away. He approached the opening, resembling a window and laid his hand on the ground. He stood still, like a stick. The thoughts swirled like crazy, the words rushed to his lips. Moments later, an individual came up to the hole, tall and heavy. He moved slowly but effortlessly. He glanced at the stranger, and when he opened his mouth to say something, he said:

- Hey, stranger!

The thoughtless man behind the window staring at midnight turned suddenly, trembling with terror.

- Easy, I do not bite. He said after a moment, lowering his voice calmly.

He looked up, glanced at the interlocutor.

“Damn, mother nature has not regretted us today great experiences,” said the man from behind the window. He was trembling now, not with fear, and the cold that bounced on his skin was like a snake trying to reach the victim.

- Actually, it is not especially delightful. Could you come in, Mr. Stranger? There is a very strong north wind. “Said the interlocutor, smiling slightly.

The man reluctantly and very slowly went to the door, a few steps away. The vaults that circulated them looked terribly archaic and could not be seen. Most of the surface was covered with gray, wrinkled stones, reminiscent of marble. Before the door was a pavement lined with squared strips, in the form of tiles, covered with plastic very similar to granite. The greyish shapes fit nicely in the moonlight, which flashed like a flashlight in the unlit night. It’s the only sign of orientation in the dark in the dark. But even that made people not wander to these places in dark nights, especially if the weather was not conducive to any wandering. You never know what lurks around the corner. Bright moonlight is just a small sign, giving a piece of security, hoping nothing bad will happen to anyone.

He slightly pulled a handle, a tiny board attached to the door. It looked like a simple, but very effective tool. He opened the door lightly and stepped inside. Inside it was very warm, so the man was supposed to warm up. The apartment was small, consisting of a small corridor poutside the door, leading into the kitchen and a room on the other side. Arian architecture assumed simplicity and practicality, not visual effects. Even after the recent events, this principle has not passed. Most flats were designed in the same way, in the end habits is hard change.

Most of things was arranged on shelves, hanged on the walls. They were full of mugs, portraits of different people, paint showing known charscters. In the kitchen there was a bowl, used as a washbasin. Above it a small, round, three-legged valve was held, which, despite appearances, was very good, although it often caused problems. It looked quite strange, but it did a great job. In the center stood a rectangular table set on four equal wooden legs. It was a kind of central kitchen where the family could usually eat a meal and discuss family matters. At the walls stood cupboards, containing other kitchen elements. The large, two lockers housed everything that housekeeper wanted. They were tall enough so the woman did not have to bend down to get the right items at the right time. Next to the window were two pentagonal marble pots. The smell of flowers standing there spread throughout the apartment, which gave the impression of cosiness. The host pointed a stranger to the table.

The man walked a short distance to the designated spot, looking around at the apartment. It made a great impression on him. There must have been an orderly family there, no trouble, or one that does not mix in anybody else. However, he could not help wondering that there was such an order, especially since he himself did not exhibit such possibilities. He threw everything where it fell, and everyone always had him wrong. Maybe that was why he was alone, unable to find anyone who would love him? He wondered about this but could not answer that question.

Having reached the stool indicated by the host, he sat down hard. The host approached, glanced at the guest. He sat down, recalling his beloved gesture. This did not mean any feudal behavior, because the arians were very sensitive to it. The landlady stepped out of the wall after a slow, steady pace. The woman was short, had long, dark ebony hair, waving like water. Her beautiful strangers were spinning around in different directions. She was carrying a teapot, mainly for cooking water for various infusions. Round, greenish dish with age, made of clay, finished with pointed pointed whistle. She put him in the middle of the table to have easy access. She poured dark brew into three clay cups. He was very close to tea, had a brownish shade.

There was a momentary silence, everyone glanced at each other. The tension reached its zenith, but suddenly the stranger replied,

- What’s new in the world? He said slowly. He stopped trembling, made him warmer, so it was better to sit there. The tension seemed to fall suddenly. The host looked surprised at the visitor, not knowing what to answer him. The man wanted to open his mouth, but he had already warned him:

“New ...” he stammered for a moment. Humidify the mouth, moisturizing the mouth - Well, since the millenium extraction is worse every time, he continued, and the stranger listened in his words with astonishing curiosity. He was very surprised, almost mouth, but after a while he stopped. He did not know what this man was talking about. He looked at him as if he recognized him as a madman, proclaiming heresies in the central square of the city.

- Extraction ... what? - he paused for a moment, swallowed saliva - what extraction?

The host looked at him with disapproval. He has not met a person who did not know what happened a few years ago.

- Millenium. Exhartia’milnet, the millenium extraction, is probably the worst that could happen to our world since its inception. “He said in a teacher’s tone, indicating the validity of the adjectives used in that sentence. He wanted to express that there was no worse event. The sound of those words made the man smile, and when the host finished, he snorted.

- When ? He asked, looking into the eyes of the host. He did not know what to say in response, but he trembled with terror. It was just his vision of the world destroyed in a split second.

- You really do not know? “The housekeeper interjected, pricking her sensation.

You just came to look at this host, and this to his wife, in search of an answer. There was nothing he could think of that would explain the subject.

Thirteen years ago, there was a wave that destroyed practically this city, and the entire island of mi’havi somewhere in the distance. “She added after a moment, waving her hands. He looked at her with a strange look, but he waited for a wave of negative emotions.

“From the city at most was an orchid at the entrance,” said the host, adding the crux of the matter to his wife’s statement.

Symbol of the city, he thought. A glistening tree that once blossomed and glowed. Now it’s a remnant of events he did not remember. He felt bad about missing something. He could not reconcile himself with the fact that the world was different from what he had imagined, and worse yet, that the world he once knew had died. Now he was watching his remains lying here and there on the ground. He had to go down to earth and finish his imaginations, because it could reflect not only on him but also on the environment and the way other people take him. In the Arian theory, they saw nothing wrong in another world view, but it was not worth showing to anyone in the area because it was dangerous. In the end, there are different people, and everyone can react differently to different behaviors. Anyway, the Arian population does not like to pay attention to this, it could bring an avalanche of unnecessary and unpleasant consequences.

The silence seemed to last forever, and the man felt as if his stomach came to his throat. He felt very uncomfortable. However, the host, wanting to break the silence, said:

“You’ve been sitting for a few minutes, and we do not even know who you are.” Do you have a name? Or nickname ... anything that will distinguish you from the rest of this tatatay.

He looked nervously and shivered. He did not want to reveal himself, although in this case it would not be a threat, and moreover, at least he would protect his life. He did not risk anything, but he was still anxious.

“I ...” he grunted. “I am,Phev ” he added after a moment, feeling how nervousnessdisappears.

The host for a moment paused. He scratched the rough bristle, protruding on his chin. She was neatly trimmed. He took care of himself as much as he could, but he did not like to shave. This occupation caused nerves and stress in him, but when he had to, he did it.

- I am Ghardvin, my wife is Mijavi. “He said, pointing to himself, then to his wife. There was a brief silence.

- Phev ... The one with E’vdal? “The host asked after a moment of silence, scraping across the floor. He had the impression that he had seen the man before. He did not know where he’d met him last time, nor could he remember where he was from. By hearing this question, Phev was dumbfounded. He could not recall any details about this individual, he wondered if he was a close friend of his, or a friend, but it would not help him a lot, but he would have discovered a part of the puzzle he would like a long time ago.

“Yes,” he said firmly, leaning back in his chair. Being one of them was a pride for him, he felt almost like them in the family. The training was stress-free and hassle-free, but he survived and conscientiously performed his duties.

“You are young, as one of them, Phev,” said Ghardvin’s wife. Her blue eyes were now shining like diamonds. She smiled slightly.

“I got to them five years ago,” he replied, not wanting to enter into a long discussion.

Phev was thirty years old, though he looked younger. Mijava, who looked at the mysterious visitor for a long time, was very surprised.

“Ghardvin,” he grunted, not knowing what to say next. The words stuck in his throat. - You can not have a place to stay? On the trip weather is not favorable, and I would use a regeneration.

Ghardvin looked at his wife with a tender eye and whispered to her for a moment. She just nodded, agreeing. However, Phev did not quite know what he was talking about, only smiling.

“We have one bed in the next room. We sleep on the second, so if you want, we can share it for you tonight.

- Oh, thank you. I will feel obliged. Phev said with a smile on his lips.

- You don’t have to, really. Nice to meet anyone, especially if this one is one of E’vdal. Mijavi, smiling every now and then. Her wonderful, pleasant voice appealed to Pheva’s nerves. He felt relaxed. - I will prepare it for you. You will be able to lay down, “she added. She walked down to the next room and tossed the bed Ghardvin had mentioned.

The host and Mijavi was busy for a long time. However, a few minutes later, they lay down to sleep. Phev did this because he was sleepy. He settled on a rectangular, soft mattress on a wooden structure. He hugged his head to a round, silk pillow. In the head again began to struggle different thoughts and images, unanswered questions that he still asked himself. He tried to pull out details of the events that had happened, but he could not remember anything further. The vision of the world he remembered long ago ceased to exist. Thirteen years, it was an eternity for him. Although he had been one of E’vdal for five years, the Arian capital was the second time in his life. He first came there as a 16-year-old. He started attending a local school. But one day everything went wrong. The extraction began the day he was in school. Most evacuated, but then Phev fainted, out of air. He fell into a rather strange place where no one looked. Fortunately, it was found a few hours later, he was just battered. He was transported to a hospital and then his parents decided to move. Since then, he did not remember a moment, he did not know what happened, though he witnessed these events. But no one was aware of it, and the stories left by the parents and the interviewees they spoke with that day left more questions than answers. They raised further questions and doubts, which he could not dissipate in any way.

Phev liked to read books. When he was smaller, he was still sitting and browsing. He loved to teach. He thought he could use it. If he can not explain what happened thirteen years ago, maybe in the books he will find some hint. He decided that he would go to the library the next day, maybe he still had something left. But if the extraction was so powerful, he doubted it, but hoped that whatever he found.

The dream fell on him a dozen minutes later.

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