Gods don’t bleed (Full)


Everybody avoided Dadan, because he was the loudmouth with a stupid smile on his face. Nobody wanted him around. I thought they had prejudice towards the guy and couldn’t trust him with their lives when bullets start flying. Natural selection brought him to me, and I didn’t opposed it. I didn’t minded having someone on my flank, someone to look at one direction while I moved on the other.

A week later, I saw why everybody insisted that I take him. The guy couldn’t shut up, not even when he was asleep. Either he talked about his life, or he sang while on march. He didn’t sang well.

I had a big limit of tolerance and most of the time I was silent, so he spoke for both of us. Others laughed at the most silent and most chatty guy in the company, but I didn’t care. I was here to make picnic.

– Hey man. Hey. I never asked you before, but do you believe in God? I mean, I am here rambling about sunday services when I was a kid, the preacher we had in our church. Yeah, that was a fun time. So, do you believe in God? – Dadan made huge steps and stared at me with a smile, while my grumpy face moved at sides looking at the snowy hills where enemy could be waiting.

– No. – I answered not really interested in talking, which haven’t threw Dadan off balance.

– Seriously? You don’t believe in God? So what do you believe in? Come on, there must be something you believe in? How about Jehovah? I knew a guy who believed in him. He was a great guy. He had a really cool bike we took turns riding. – Dadan spoke with enthusiasm I never had in my life.

– Taking turns! – a guy from the back laughed hard, his machine gun clinking in his hands, – Just like we took turns on your sister last night?! – high fives and choir of laughter started following me, where Dadan’s smiling face took that grimace like he wanted to ask “What?”, but avoiding confrontation, he turned toward me like nothing happened.

At this point, I pitied the poor guy. For a second I thought he was mentally challenged or ill, as that would explain his constant smiling and talking, but he wasn’t showing any other signs of disorder. If someone said to me what this idiot told to Dadan, I would gladly discharge a bullet in the fucker’s head, but this wasn’t my problem, not my battle.

– So, do you believe in Jehovah? – Dadan continued, and my blood boiled because of the persistent questions he posed.

– No. I don’t believe in God, or any other deity. Stop asking me so damn much! – I lashed out at the man jerked back and looked at my angry face, – There is no God! Never did! If it did, why is he doing this, if everything is because of him?! Why do you believe is him, when there are thousand more deities?! What makes your God so special, huh?! If you were born in some other country, you would have some other God than this! Would you defend that the same way you defend this?! In stone age, people believed that mammoth was a God and they ate their Gods back then! Why don’t you believe that a mammoth is your God?! Or a bird, or a fish?! If they were fake deities, this one is too. – I grunted the last word and started walking again, not caring of what I did to him.

The column continued to march forward, all silent and focused on the hills around us. Dadan stood there like wet, his mouth finally closed.

– That shut ‘im up. – the asshole of the company said with a smirk and our steps took over to pound in the snow.

I felt bad, but I had to do something about the endless barrage of questions. I felt like I lost my soul back there, left in on the road and never turned back to pick it up. I must’ve been a monster. I shouldn’t have lied to him. I believed in a force, something intangible and ghostly like a spirit that controls the world we live in. Everytime some event happened, there was a perfect reaction that never failed to stop the things from getting worse. Maybe people called that a God, I am not sure, but I defied the personification of that power, giving it a human face and a long white beard.

If we were ruled by something, I wasn’t ready to name it God, even if others insisted on doing that.


After crossing the final hill and coming to an edge, we could see the smoke in the village. Instantly, I thought we were late, yet our column moved downhill without stopping to scout or evaluate the threat.

I followed them, and then I saw Dadan pulling his legs like beat dog. I sized him up, gasped and came to him.

– Damn it man. Your mind is somewhere else. I need you to get back in the zone and watch my back. Let’s do this. Common. – I tapped his shoulder while he stared at me like a corpse.

No warm smile, no gesture made him speak. He remained silent, and that was just chilling my bones more than a snow we had to go through. Eventually, I just moved hoping that message was clear and that he understood what sort of danger we are about to walk in.

Column was passing the center of the village with flaks spaced out to sides where Dadan and I took the right wing and carefully pushed forward. Heavy snow covered the roofs, so everything seemed the same on a first glance. I didn’t need to turn around to see if Dadan was there, I could just hear his bored sighs and assholish stomps in the wet squeaking snow.

That same squeaking was interrupted by an unexpected sound of a baby crying. Dadan rushed in the house without hearing me yell at him to stop, or at least check for booby traps that enemy might left.

– God fucking damn it Dadan! They could’ve done something to the baby! – I chased him around the house and stopped at the doorstep of a children room where unicorns were dilapidating from the crumbling walls, – Don’t pick it up just yet. See if there are wires around the cradle. You don’t want to kill us all in the room. – I moved aside with my hand stretched at him, my eyes running over the walls, while Dadan smiled at the little one in the cradle and murmured something.

He picked up the baby and started shushing it, while smiling and rocking it on his shoulder.

– Alright. You played with it long enough. Leave the baby and move. – I caught my breath and gesticulated him to get out, but he just frowned and shushed the baby.

– What monster are you? It’s a baby. It can’t take care for itself. It misses the mommy. – he smiled and looked at it, – He must be hungry and cold. – Dadan spoke not listening to me.

– Babies don’t feel cold. It’s just hungry or needs a change if diapers. – I pointed at the blanket the baby was wrapped in and Dadan again looked at me.

– Don’t feel cold? I completely forgot about that. I must set up some mnemonic system to remember all of the things I learned about the babies. – he said, acting like a mother, not realising we could all die any second if the enemy is still in the area.

– Common Dadan. We have no time to play family. Why don’t you leave a baby and do what are you sent for? They could be just behind the next hill man. – I spoke restless and eager to get out, but he was persistent.

Dadan picked up the bag with all of the things he needed to take care of a baby, and with a wide smile walked out, without even asking me to move out of the way. He was on some other place, totally zoned out and distant from the mission.

– Lets found your mommy. – he murmured when I stopped at the doorstep again and moved looked right to the kitchen where I spotted women’s legs and a red stain on the tiled floor near the counter.

I knocked my head down, took a deep breath and closed the door. Maybe I was a monster, but I wasn’t even close to the monsters we were hunting in the snow.


We debated on taking a baby with us and Dadan won this round. Because of that baby, we left him to follow us, while we rushed to catch up with the monsters who destroyed the village.

Even we were a mile away from the village, smoke was still in our noses, and foot prints continued due west. In an hour of non stop jogging, we came to the slope of a hill. Team divided in two groups and we enveloped the chatter on the top of that hill.

Flash grenade exploded and rifling started echoing in the forest. Snow really made the climb hard, but we all went up ant took the raiders in gunsights. After tying them up, the team went through their stuff.

– Where are their weapons? – one of us asked and we all turned to searched the area.

The raiders had jewelry and fine things with them. They took all of this from the houses in the village and left, but it was strange for them to abandon their weapons, especially when they knew we will show up to stop them.

– They must have buried them in the snow. – Dadan said, rocking and smiling at the baby, – So which one of you made this kid an orphan? – Dadan gave that weird smile at the hairy bush-people, leaned over to see their eyes, but they hid their faces in fur and grunted for themselves.

– Come on, answer him. – asshole in the company kicked one savage and he jerked back ready to fight, but calmed down and nervously looked over the team.

– It wasn’t us. We smelled the smoke from our camp and we ran down there to see what is going on. – the dirtiest of them said and spat at the ground.

– So who was then? – Dadan continued and I whipped my gun at the savages sitting in the middle of their camp.

– I don’t know. You call it God. – he spoke and just two of our men laughed, but savage continued, – It was, it was. A tall white man with long white beard, glowing with light. I saw him. People bowed at him, tried to touch him. Women cried while their houses were burning. Some men shot him, but he didn’t bleed. That’s when he waved his hand and everybody fell on their knees. And then… – he wanted to continue, but his friend kicked him.

– And then what? And then what?! – I raised my weapon, while Dadan shook his head in disbelief.

– He… He killed them all. We ran away, so he didn’t tried to follow us. I heard your people call him Demon, some said he was Satan and not a God, but he just, he raised his palm and hissed “Sin” at them and they would bleed. – a savage hovered his hand mid air, graphically showing us the way the villagers died.

One glimpse on Dadan, I could see him trying to find some logical explanation for what have happened. He mourned for the victims of yet another visit from the being that tried to take over this world and posed themselves as owners of this place, the Gods.

– Bear One to Base. We have another Helion on the planet. We have witnesses from his landing sight. I say again, Helion is spotted in Siberia. – I said in the radio, and sighed while men around me sporadically nodded.


We had to move and find Helion before that creature does some damage. The last time we had Helions visit our planet, he created a sect and used it to bring slaughter of those that defied his reign. Some other sects were created in process that looked upon those aliens as supreme being worth of worship, but reality is they were nothing more but butchers.

Lucky for us, Helions were most powerful in close range, a sort of “must see it to believe it”. Some also compared Helions with Christ, because only those that were close to Jesus were the only one’s loyal and believed in him. Some also speculate that the whole religion was fabricated as a deterrent to stop Roman Empire of spreading due east, but those were speculations.

Walking down the trail, we came to another set of footprints. We followed them further into tayga and saw a glowing man heading south. I took out my spotter laser and took cover.

– Bear One to base. I have a target in sight. Requesting an aerial strike with the following coordinates. – I spoke to radio while the rest of the team waited me behind the mound.

Soon two Su-34 came in and released their missiles on the target. I could’ve swear that Helion looked at me before a fireball consumed him. Either way, our planet was a little bit safer.

I returned back to wait for a helicopter to take us home and found Dadan trying to put the babe to sleep, but for some reason the little one objected that. Dadan offered him milk, changed his diaper but nothing worked.

– Helion is dead. – I breathed out the words and made a smile, when the team nodded and got back to their meaningless weapon maintenance.

– Guys? – Dadan raised our attention, – Is it me, or this baby is glowing? – he asked and it was true.

A shiny orb was growing from the baby’s head, a radiant light making shadows behind us.

– Kill it! Kill it now! – someone yelled.

– But, it’s a baby! – Dadan yelled back and rocked the baby to calm down.

– Make him quiet! Make him quiet. – I jumped in and stopped the charge at the helpless thing in the Dadan’s hands, – We will take it to the base. They will know what to do with it. – I ordered and held the angry men away from Dadan that turned around to protect the little thing.

– You know what will happen to the damn thing. They will carve it out to see what makes him tick! – man shouted in my face, – That’s an enemy. – he pointed at Dadan’s back.

– That’s why they were coming here. – our sniper spoke in awe, – They are looking for the baby. A messiah, a promised one. – he continued, his jaw touching the ground.

– Stop speaking bullshit. It’s a baby, nothing more. It’s not a messiah and this is not a second coming you idiot. It’s an alien. – I slapped his helmet to snap back to reality and approached Dadan.

– Dude. I know this is changing you in so many ways and you’ll never be the same man after this, but you need to let go of the baby and think of humanity. Give it to me. I will take care of it. – I said and Dadan unwillingly handed me the glowing child.

I had a great decision to make. This wasn’t an ordinary baby, and we had no idea of what was a right thing to do. Soldiers, we have no answers of how to react to these things, that’s why I had to give this baby for analysis and hope they don’t kill it.

Maybe someday, this could be our ambassador to the world beyond, maybe this was our God and Hell is close by.

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Plane soared the sky, splitted the clouds and zoomed through the air to get us to our destination. Chad, our pilot was one of a kind, as his skills were rivaling the fighter jet veterans. He managed to get us in a “no go zone”, evade radar tracking and reach the point that seemed ungettable on the horizon.

– Wake up. We got job to do. – Matt‘s palm shakes me to reality and I run my hands down my face to get to my senses.

– Was I gone for long? – I ask, not wanting to turn around, but I hear his breath and rustling of his uniform.

– Not as usual. You left us for two minutes. You can take your meds now. Don’t let the visions consume you. It will be a disaster. – he spoke calm and ready for the mission that was ahead, – Our locator shows we have another gifted one in the area with our men surrounding the place. We need to recruit it for the Obioma project. Our systems don’t show its power, but we can see it is a strong individual. Maybe even stronger than Kimberly. You know what havoc she created last time. We had to put her gift under control or the whole east coast would pay the price. We need to be careful. – Matt spoke worried about what awaits us, then I lit my cigarette and blew the smoke so weak and tired that he understood what that meant.

Chad gave us a signal from the cockpit and we hooked onto the line. Plane door opened and we jumped down on the street, a dusty and rustic corner of a town where most buildings stood silent and without anyone in them, just us and that mysterious person.

With a rapid search of our surroundings, I stepped forward and Chad lifted the plane to relocate to safety. Matt obviously wasn’t in a hurry, his tablet showed him where this person was, hiding in one of the houses in the end of the long street.

Out of shadows, Roy stepped out in full gear, a grin directed at us. He waved at the Dee Kay who revealed himself, sniper pivoted down as he run up to us.

– She is in the top floor. – Dee Kay said in hurry and stepped near Matt to follow us.

– She? How certain are you? – I asked, smoke slowly escaping my nostrils, when he formed a suspicious smile.

– I’ve seen her through the horizon. It’s definitely a she. I must warn you though. She looked right back at me. – Dee Kay said and solidified us for a second, fed on our dumb face expression and laughed without a sound.

– How come I haven’t seen her? Is she that powerful to stop me from accessing the horizon? – my questions were falling on deaf ears as my pace was gaining speed and all of us stopped when a shadow stretched in the corner, a girl stepped out and looked at us.

– I had to be sure that none of your weapons are here to harm me. – she said leaving us without any plan of action, then after I came up with a question, she spoke again, – Among the power to read minds, I have more tricks up my sleeve. Having a name on a bullet is not just a figure of speech for me. I can actually see the names engraved on the objects that will be used for violence. This is why you want me. I can see that now.

– It looks like you are very powerful. So what is your name? – I wanted to smile with every casuall step I made toward her, but she stopped me in spot.

Alyana. – she rose her head with pride and stared at with some arrogance that witnessed the confidence she had for her abilities.

Oh Brother. – I gasped.


After and extensive talk with Alyana, we called Chad back to pick us up. With the same speed we came here, he took us out even before the Country’s military jets were scrambled for duty. He laughed with full throat and pushed throttle to the limits.

– So, who is Kimberly? – Alyana asked out of nowhere, – I see you both think about her, but nobody wants to talk about it.

Matt smiled carelessly and gave me a nod, then I got comfy in my seat. I knew I could only think about what have happened and give her pictures of the  destruction few years old, but some thing are better left unsaid and concealed. With the straight face I could make, I cleared my throat and begun.

Kimberly is a very strong girl. Something like Professor X in the Marvel, just our is real. Our mentalist has problems, that’s a side effect of power. But she is strong and she is getting better. We were concerned about you, since you have similar powers. It is rare for someone to have more than one, and that’s why I am rallying those that are able to use two or more powers. Our unit is under the Obioma project. We are to act in the missions that are too dangerous or gone extreme. You’ve met the boys. Roy, Dee Kay, introduce yourself properly. – I extended my palm at the men in the back that were too cool to be bothered with technicalities such are greetings and introductions.

– Sure Boss man. I am Dee Kay. Weapons specialist and horizon chaser, as you have seen already. – chewing bubblegum, Dee corrected his sunglasses and grasped his sniper.

– People call me Roy. I am horizon chaser and shapeshifter. I can turn to anything of my size, even people. I best work alone, but I don’t mind observers when I am performing. – Roy‘s pride gave Alyana a positive feel and some comfort because they both were professionals at their fields and loyal.

– Who else is in the team? – Alyana couldn’t wait until we get to the base, so I grind and bowed for a bit like I heard a joke or something.

– I am Chad, and this is Ray. – our pilot sounded off in the comms, then a woman’s voice came lingering around us.

– I am Ray. Don’t you dare get in my mind, or many will get hurt. – this unknown voice made Alyana twitch in surprise, – I also can chase horizon, but also I can read signals. When Chad is not behind the wheel, I run the show. Do you want to know a deep government secret? I am your girl for that. – we all could hear the joyful smirk on her face, even she was in some other place, planting flowers.

– Is that all? – Alyana asked combing her long black hair, then Matt decided to join the conversation.

– We also have Sofia. She is a Blademaster and martial arts specialist. If you get in her mind, I’ll buy you a drink. – Matt smiled in his seat, remembering an internal joke this unit had told for a few weeks, – I am Matt. I’ll be your right hand and higher ranking officer. My skills are aimed to verbal influence and negotiations during crysis. I once talked a respected General into sleeping with a teddy bear by his side. Told him that doll will protect his dreams. We won that battle. – Matt ran his fingers through hair and looked through the window.

– We need to test your skills Alyana. There is one gifted person we can’t find. In our files, we call her the Photographer. There is not much we know. Will you help us? – I joined my hands and used my puppy face to ask this of her, and Alyana smiled to confirm she is in for the task.


Town’s square was absolutely crawled full with tourists, protesters and photographers. We all had to change our clothes to fit in the crowd. Chad put our plane in the stealth mode, hovering above us, enjoying his time singing his lungs out while we had to search for the mystery person.

We divided in groups of two and stopped on the ledge where we could see the crowd moving to the rally point where prominent speaker gave motivational speech. Using my eyes as a normal person, I had no luck finding the Photographer, but that’s why we had a powerful horizon chaser Alyana.

– Are you ready? – I asked Alyana and she nodded.

Her eyes almost flipped backwards as she entered the horizon and started searching for one person we needed. Our Master Chaser Ray had power to zoom images and follow the movement on Earth, monitor this piece of rock from the distance and track us, but she couldn’t went into details as Alyana could. To her, this action was like a 3D picture where everyone was a statue and she could run in her mind and see their faces, see their thoughts and find out their secrets, while Ray could follow a signal to its origin and access the gadget that sent them.

– We got company. – Alyana said.

– Where? – I asked with one eyebrow broken, when she twisted her head and cramped her lips to a line.

– Two men among the pillars of a bank. A woman near the fountain. They are so many. Oh, my God, they are looking for the Photographer too. – Alyana pulled back to her normal and gave a long gaze at the clamoring mass that oozed right.

Roy, Dee Kay. Show time boys. Acquire targets and don’t let them leave the square. – I said with a grim voice and head a bullet entering the rifle.

In a slow walk, Matt was flanking the group of agents that waited commands. Sofia, at her usual, moved like a cat in a coat that followed her waist line and complemented the red lips on a slightly pale face she got from training in numerous temples.

– They saw through you. Radio scramble is on. Watch out for guns. – Ray warned us when a bearded agent grinned at me and pulled out a gun.

With a grunt, Sofia launched a blade at the man and sliced his had, but gun pivoted down and fired a shot. The crowd begun screaming, shouting and running to sides. Something froze the police officers and left them motionless.

– They got a gifted one! – I screamed and saw a tattooed man that moved his fingers in front of his eyes, – Don’t let him get in the horizon, or we are all dead! – I pulled my gun, when sniper shots started echoing in the air.

Dee Kay chased horizon through his scope, took on targets with arms and pushed them inside the bank hall. Agents were taking cover, returned fire and used civilians as shields to protect themselve. One after another they were trying to reach the door where Dee Kay wanted them to do, but not as easily as they hoped too.

– Let me at them. – Sofia murmured, her daggers whistling in the air combating the gunfire sounds.

– No. We don’t need a bloodbath. Just take them inside the lobby. – I said taking cover at the fountain, – Alyana, where is a Photographer?!

– Still looking. Their gifted is jamming my sight. – the Alyana‘s cry was enough to give permission to Sofia to slide down to their gifted under Dee Kay‘s protection, rise up to her feet and look the tattooed man in the face.

– What the hell are you? – the man asked her, seeing she is not responding to any of his mental attacks.

– Some call me Sofia, true name Death. – words startled the man, then before he could see a buzz pinched him where blood started gushing from his neck.

Other agents pulled back in the lobby, their guns constantly firing at us. They used pause to reload their weapons and find a plan to get out. Civilians screamed and cried, then Matt walked out from the corner.

In a move, he persuaded the gunmen to lower their guns and civilians stopped crying. Out of nowhere, gunfire broke loose and dropped the assailants on the floor. Roy came from behind the Matt, machine gun knocked over his shoulder, a grin under the sunglasses.

– Damn it Roy! I had this under control! – Matt yelled and pointed finger at Roy that casually took path to the exit.

– I just lightened your task. – Roy waved his hand about not even trying to get serious.


Dee Kay, Roy, Chad and Sofia went to get hold of the situation that erupted in the town’s square. Everybody listened to Sofia, as she was an authority that couldn’t be challenged easily. It will take them some time to calm down the civilians and erase the unfortunate event from their minds, while Ray got busy with extensive task of following signals of social medias and deleting the content that spoke of our action. It wasn’t too demanding of her to do that as her powers couldn’t be rivaled. With a gentle moving of hair behind her ear and a bat of her eyelash, she could cut through any computer and see the dirty secrets of some government. That’s why we moved her to a safe location and left few gifted agents to protect her.

Matt, Alyana and I moved down the street where she sensed a gifted one hiding. It must have escaped when all of the comotion ensued. We had a positive idea it will show up here, where journalists took photos of a prominent speaker Piper Pierce. She stood for art and mutual tolerance which drew a lot of attention of other artists. The crowd that came to see her was also carrying cameras, so that was the time our person of interest could freely use her gift and not be judged for it.

– It went here. – Alyana pointed and rushed in the corner where Matt and I followed.

We entered an alley, a place where even cops would be scared to enter without a back up. Trash lied at our feet as we passed the stench of feces. Alyana wasn’t stopping, her eyes rolled backwards as she chased the horizons, magnifying the images and following a shadow that led us deep into the hood.

At one point, she stopped before a door where we saw a girl sitting in the corner, running through the images on her phone that illuminated her sid of a face.

– Hello! I am Alyana. Can you tell me your name? – our latest operative smiled, her hand extended towards the girl that glared at us.

– Leave me alone. – girl said and got back to the images that were too fast to see clearly, then I stepped in.

– We are from the Obioma Organization. We are here to help. – I tried to smile, but when I was met with the girl’s mad eyes, I gulped my spit and pulled back.

– Explain this. – she showed me her phone, images of the event that took place moments ago, but from our vision, – Everytime I take a photo, it’s from someone else’s point of view, and it’s never a nice thing. Do you have any idea of how many horrors have I witnessed? – the girl almost screamed at me, when Matt approached her to try using his persuasive gift.

– We know. We heard all of the police calls that stopped home violence and brawls in the city. We knew it’s someone gifted as violence decreased by twelve percent. That is a good job. We would like to prevent much bigger crimes from happening and we need your help. – Matt radiated some warmth at the frightened girl in the corner, a thing I’ve seen many times before, – Now, what is your name? – a warm smile passed his face.

Ankita. – the girl spoke and took Matt‘s hand.



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Linda came to visit me after who knows how many years. I haven’t expected her, but still, I was glad she came to hang out with me. I didn’t bothered to get tidy, to comb my hair and put on a new dress, so I welcomed her in what I was in, a pair of tights and a saggy military sweater.

I brought us beer and we sat in the garden chairs, right on the porch that looked at the peaceful street. She took the first sip, quietly, without words that would ruin the moment. A neighbour came out of his home, a married man fond of fantasizing about me and my girls. Linda smiled at him and waved when he shamefully covered his eyes with a sports hat and walked away. He was harmless, but hilarious when horny.

– Why haven’t we asked for a settlement in the Orion B44? I hear the weather is much better there. – Linda asked frowning at the Sun that shone from the crack in the roof.

– Home is home. Earth is where we were born. Earth is a place I want to die on. – response came out like I had prepared it, then I took a sip from a can.

– My God. – she smiled unprovoked, – Do you think about June Lee? We were mean to that girl. – slight negating was meant to recall my service in the battleship which wasn’t the most pleasant time of our lives, yet Linda had it figured out and became focused on the fun days.

– I remember her working in the engine, assembling the coils for the main railgun. We were hiding behind the production line, unraveling the coils and sending them back to her to do it over and over again. We were bored and without assignments, so that was something we did to pass the time. – I said somewhat cool and distant, then my lips touched the can again.

– Oh, she was mad when she figured out we were messing with her. Vein popped on her forehead when she saw us casually dismantling the coils. Ha, ha, ha. She laughed out of misery, then we bought her ice cream and helped her finish the quota. Fun days. – Linda smiled evoking the memories of our past lives, injecting me with nice feelings she kept safe and well.

– June did loved to watch at you in the showers alright. – I winked more because of the Sun, than because I tried to tease, when Linda made a disguised face.

– That bitch! – Linda scoffed and took another sip, then she smiled again, – Well, at least she had something gorgeous to look at. – some girly and lively shrug elevated my spirits and made me spray the beer out of my mouth all over the porch.

We laughed for hours.


Few beers later, Linda craved for music, so she went inside and gave a command to the player that begun playing some songs. I followed her in a slow catwalk, drink in hand. Linda jumped around, her hair flying in the air, smile periodically unveiling in the blonde locks.

Innocent stumble brought her in my arms, her sparkling eyes fixed on me. She prompted up and kissed me – her military girl. Smile soon followed the action, I saw no regret on her face. My arm went around her waist, path led us to the bedroom. A shove flattened her on the martres, then my hands glided up her knees and stopped at the luscious thighs. She helped me pull her pants off.

– June Lee can eat her heart out. – Linda said giggling, then I moved my hair and pulled her at the edge of the bed.

I got down to my knees, her hand guided my head in between her legs that I willingly brough closer. In a swift move, her thong was displaced. My hands inspected the surface of her skin, running up and down, then they enveloped the meat of her ass.

She watched me holding her lower compartment like a watermelon and taking a taste. Her muscles tensed for a second, a reaction from my caressening the red bead. She sucked in my tongue with her vagina more than I was trying to slit it in. A dirty french kiss lasted for a good minute in my effort to go deeper, roll my tongue, contract it, stretch it and undulate it.

She moaned, twitched her legs, behaved like possessed with the fingers running through her hair, biting her lips.

I introduced her with my three fingers, pivoted her over the edge of a bed and begun irritating the upper wall of her vulva. My tongue stayed occupied with the hot spot, a bead I played with in a manner of a dog drinking water. I felt her legs close holding me static and a grab of hair that forbade me to pull away.

Pace of my fingers throbbing haven’t stopped until I felt the secretion coming in, a wave of liquid now running down the corners on my mouth, splassing my sweater. She used a pillow to silence a scream and orgazmically shook on the bed making the whole thing dance in the pace of the beat from a player.

She opened her legs and I got to my feet. There was no movement on the bed, as she lost power to do anything. She remained static, her head on the pillow, wicked locks of hair covering her sleepy face,  so I covered her with a blanket and left the room.


Linda slept for the whole night. This time, she was silent, no grunting and nightmares to hunt her. She must have done that “brain clean up” and drank blockers to prevent ghosts of the past to come back.

The house had a strawberry smell from the military issued MRE towels. I guess Generals liked their female soldiers having a pleasant scent. When we entered the service, military said we’ll stop worrying about accommodation and food, as those will be provided to us for life. It made jobs in Five Systems, so it was good for us to requalify from killing to maintenance and cantina.

Linda walked in, still sleepy and tired, but disoriented and bothered by what’ve happened yesterday. I saw her wearing my old shirt, the one from the enlistment, full of coffee stains and holes.

– Good morning. – she said, her voice broken and shy.

– Morning. – I replied leaving lipstick on the cup filled with military style instant coffee.

– About last night… – she took a seat on the opposite side of a table.

– Stop it. I am not your fuck buddy. What happened, it happened. It’s in the past. Have some breakfast and change the topic. – I slided her a metal tray, powder eggs and bacon with a side of a cheese pasta and a chocolate chips cookie.

– Alright. Have it your way. – she added cleaning her hands with a strawberry scented towel.

I paused for a moment without a need to start a fight with someone I shared half of my life with. Even though military stopped paying attention of what was happening in the dormitories during the night, soldiers still had their split of heart about many things. It wasn’t rare for soldiers to form an emotional bond, not in our time. That only made them fight better and take care of each other, but it was rare for Linda to react this way. I wasn’t the first woman she laid with in the military.

– I forgot how fun you are in the mornings. – Linda moved a lock of hair behind the ear and dug in the tray.

– Yeah. Real goofball. – I said in cold, kept drinking my coffee.


– Have you ever thought of how it would be like if we would to live together? – Linda asked aiming her absent gaze in the distance, but question caught me by surprise, so unexpected and random I had no reaction to it.

– You mean like a marriage? – response to my inquisitorial question was put on hold because of a sigh, dimmed chater on a player, Linda’s meaningless looks over the room.

– Even if it was a matrimony, it’s completely legal now. In the past, our kind was used as pleasure slaves, work force and disposable transplant meat-bags for humans. We got our rights now. We are allowed to live our lives just the same as they do. The hell, we are even allowed to join military and become citizens after tours served. – Linda pondered on the idea of us living together, but spoke of a violent history that followed Biobots, a bioengineered humanoids with increased abilities.

– 0K, you need to stop with that. – I turned at her in all seriousness I could make with my facial lines, – You had your chance for family with June Lee. I am not biting into that crap. I want an old fashion family. I got a boyfriend. Soon we will get engaged and I will marry him. He doesn’t know we are genetically built to hold no gender preferences, and I want to keep it that way. – I dictated my plans to her knowing I shouldn’t but hard core truth always served it’s application – either she’ll drop it and get mad on me, either she will accept it, but she will have to respect my choice.

– We could have kids too. I will give birth to them and you can reverse a couple of yours cells to male kind and artificially impregnate me. They’ll have both of our features. They’ll look like you AND me. We can have a family together. – Linda hopefully jumped on the couch, gave me that puppy eyes, but I reamined cold.

– You don’t understand. I said old fashioned nuclear family. I want a man in my life. I want that 20th century thing when everything had some order and rules. I like you Linda, but what are you suggesting isn’t for me. I am not doing that. I dream of white picket fence, a bearded husband and barbeque on the weekends. I want to feel like a woman and for that I need a man. – I added, but found laughter coming back at me, – Laugh all you want, I said what I had. – shook of my finger ended everything, leaving Linda to contemplate on what have I said, which severely crossed with her plans for us.

Silence took over the room, my military girl absent in thoughts, beaten by what I decided to do. This subject wasn’t brought up again during her stay that was brief and of short span.

Later during the day, we had lunch and she gave me a long kiss before she left. I felt she was heartbroken, emotionally hurt because of my rejection. She wanted to say something so I could remember her by, but nothing came out from those perfect lips scientist gave her.

Not even a turn or a smile as she walked toward the car. Nothing. She knew where my heart lies and she could not move it. The only thing she didn’t knew was the tears I spilled for hours in the pillow, the cries and my thoughts of what life would be like if I chose to settle down with her and make a family.

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The slums in the West Side were always marked red and they were off limits, but when you have a problem, that is a place to go. Dark streets dotted with ponds where neon signs changed their colors in, smell of burnt meat and sound of a verbal fight was the usual for this place. Hologram commercials were fishing for the ignorant fools to enter one of the locals in the back alleys, seek for cheap genoid hookers and get their master chip carved out. Cyborgs had no business walking in here, yet I needed to.

After two shady groups passed, I came onto a chinese symbols. My integrated translator glitched, pupils fought to focus, but words came up saying “Love Palace and rooms”. Old combat drone scanned me for weapons and checked my battery levels before door hissed, letting loud music and girly moans out.

My filters switched to biological attack mode so smoke couldn’t do any damage to me. A swift mapping gave me notification of the crowd present at the bar and the exits in the structure made in the last century. My moisture levels showed that mold was severely ruling the place, covering all of the outer walls and some corners in the upper levels.

– Here to find pleasure? – blue hair genoid approached me, no clothes on her, just poorly assembled torso and bare wires that fell over her arm.

– No. – I said, my voice losing power, – I am here for the Jin. – nervous shake of a head told her I was in a bad shape, so she tilted in hips and gave me a weird look.

– What do you want? – different voice came from the device meant to be used as a cleaning bot.

– I need adjustments. – electronic voice fell and climbed in the next minute, when she fired up the additional eyes on the bot and ran down my body.

– You need a miracle to fix everything that broke down. Military fixed you up pretty good. – I sensed a judgemental smile behind the robotic mask that wasn’t moving, and I knew she was looking at the empty spaces that surgeon robotic arms left in me in order to fix the war scars and pacify my abilities, – What treatment do you need?

– An update on the system and guns. – me nervously looking around wasn’t helping my cause, – I can pay. – I said to keep her interested, when a sound of a lighter and a sigh broke from the genoid that turned around and made me follow the plumpy plastic butt.


Alley, a small pass where gangs gathered before the actions, urban soldiers, criminals made laughing noise I detected. As I walked toward the noise in the bottom of the darken space, memories came back to me. These traumas were erased after combat cyborgs came back from the battle, but I have let Jin summon few of them back. I needed them.

Eyes focused, a red shadows moving in the termal specter. Five of them, only three at the side of a dumpster, doing something. All human. Two other gangsters puffed smoke, acting ordinary and without fear of cops that rarely came down from their patrol cruisers.

– The fuck you want? – the first one asked when I got near the group.

Those men by the dumpster bolted me, while one of them remained down, entertaining himself with a genoid they caught passing by. No human would have stop them from what they were doing to that poor bot, as we were considered things, objects without stature of a human, of a person.

Electronic eyes begged me for help. Even she haven’t said anything, our systems synced in and I felt her suffer. Her skirt was lying beside her, sweater she had pulled over her face, panties ripped apart.

I left them full of holes, blood dripping from the brick walls where gang graffiti was painted. It wasn’t viable for police to react, nor for the Justice Department to take actions, so I had to do it. I had to bring order in chaos, to shed light in Hell, to fight for our rights.


I was told if you want to exterminate mice, feed a young rat with mice and let him in the basement to catch them all. If sick, find what makes sick, find cure and use it on the infected body. This city needed a cure for a sickness that took over it. Crime, drugs, murder – it all must end.

I was told, breathing is important to soldiers and counting helped. One, two, three, breath. One, two, three, breath. And so it was. One – I pulled the trigger and bullet flattened the goon on the corner. Two – second shot broke the glass and blew off the head of a bodyguard standing near the dinner table. People in panic went for the door, a Bossman went for the back door. Three – the echoing sound of fire caught their ears, but the third shot broke the cyborg behind the wheel of a limo.

– Spread out! Spread out! – one of them shouted at the men who came out of the second car.

They had no idea I was on the rooftop so their eyes went everywhere. Bossman crawled back and opened the door. He slowly ran across the parking lot, bowed in back, he searched for the incoming assailant, but he saw running civilians instead.

Fourth round cleaved his arm holding a briefcase, fifth set him on his knees, six ended it all. His men were slow. Not many cyborgs in his clan, that’s why his organization failed. They fear we could be hacked, used against them by some rogue hacker, blackmailed by the tech guy for the secrets told in presence of a bot. Many got rich listening to secrets told to genoid in late hours, in the sheets of silk. Many got killed because of it, many cyborgs.

My crime intolerance was reaching the overload, a rash I could scratch now. These men were an allergy and death was the only cure I could come up with. City deviant and distorted in violence, in sins that festered their rotting hears – I was the cure.


Patrol cars were lined up, officers were everywhere on the street, putting on the “crime scene” ribbons, holding the crowd away. News reporters tried to put a drone in the no fly zone, but swift cyborg devices chased them away. It all seemed calm on the street where flashes of the cameras captured the position of dead gangsters.

A detective came about in a modest stroll, breathed in the air, looked around trying to crack the case. Some cop brought her a tablet with analysis from the mobile laboratory, a cyborg capable of doing the advanced searches in the police database. She nodded and the man left to yell at the crowd.

– It must be a military training. He was able to gun them down in less than two minutes. – she said her winsome smile reflecting in the screen, – He even sniped the bodyguard with a curved trajectory. He must have calculated the wind, planet rotation and dented the shot. I would also say it was an android shooter. Four dead, every shot demanding its own fire adjustments… In two minutes? He is an android. – she added and looked at her partner that took a sip from the cup.

– How sure are you it’s “HE”? Maybe it’s a genoid with a stolen software. I hear they were used as spies before. – he said, casually observing the rooftops.

– We will find out. – she said leaving the spot, – If its a gang war, we should expect many more dead on the street. Lucky for us, we have a help from the Birou. They’ve sent us a cyborg they used to bring down cartels in New York. His file is without a stain. – conversation continued on foot, – Are you ready to find a killer on a loose Lieutenant KLD 553? – she stopped, her lovely smile now pointed at someone else.

– Yes madam. – I said.

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– Propulsion Generator is failing. Shields are at 23 percent of power. Total evacuation commencing. – computerized voice echoed in the ship where lights flickered and explosions thundered in the empty halls and bowl, – Deck 5 emergency capsules deployed, Deck 6 emergency capsules deployed, Deck 4 emergency capsules malfunction detected, authority overdrive has failed, Deck 4 is locking down.

In a second I heard a thud and I was free falling.

– Bio chamber base detaching complete. Life support section is at critical condition. U.S.S. Hermes beacon activated. Hailing all Planetary channels. – voice kept steady volume as I banged my capsule heart beating in my throat.

I felt weightless, hot and terrified because I didn’t knew what was happening.

– Foreign planet’s atmosphere breached. Activating reverse thrusters. – voice said and deafening hissing popped the bubble in my ears when I slammed back into the ergonomic foam and groaned.

I was able to see our ship falling apart in fiery globes of what was our fuel, our command center, our colony’s Dreamer’s bay. Razor rain as we called the debris falling down, zoomed around me hitting other capsules, shredding through emergency cargo containers with life support. Soon a foreign sky appeared with a healthy blue color. I smiled knowing that if I survive the fall, I will be able to live on the surface of the planet. Fear of big water masses kicked in and I tried to roll over, pick up my head and see the globe that will be my new home. Colony has failed to reach it’s destination. God help us.

– Landing flaps deployed. Thrusters at full power. Touchdown in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Touchdown. – metal bending sounds threw me around the casket if I was a rag doll, – Locating other capsules. Meeting point marked in the personal holo-cube. Goodspeed dr Driden. Protect the colony. Long live the Earth Planetary Union. – voice said and door hissed opening up in violent sounds of coupling breaking.


As soon as I got to the rally point wounded awaited for me. I took out my field kit and started patching up crying soldiers. The platoon was shaken out of mind. Four of them laughed hysterically, few were experiencing shock trauma for staring at death for too long, others fought those that were uncontrollably violent and eager to fight. I had to yell at the seizing patients, restrain them with self tying bonds, check for their pupils reactions, stick patches with medicine that are skin absorbed and pray in will work.

– What do you mean, connections are lost? – senior Captain asked the officer that breathed like a dog, held himself for the knees and moved sweat dripping hair.

– They jumped us Sir. Nobody expected them this close to the lonesome quadrant. WE were suppose to travel for years, but they intercepted the hailing wire and came here. – the officer spoke in pauses, while the sky above us rained smokey parts of what was our ship, carving lines on the blue field that was slowly turning dark as night was upon us.

– So this was just a raider party. We are safe? – Captain frowned at the boy that whipped his head about.

– You are not listening. The cords are severed. Help is not coming. We are alone for fuck sake! – the scream haven’t had the intended sobering purpose nor it made anybody turn around to see the man painfully shouting at his superior.

– Calm down. We are setting master rally point for all of the survivors. We can make a stand over the next ridge is we gather enough… – he spoke but officer grabbed the Captain for his collar.

– It’s not a raiding party! It’s a whole planetary force! It’s not hundreds of them, it’s millions upon million of their Superfighters! – the white of his teeth was really white in contrast to the muddy face of the officer and the nightmare thoughts of a Captain that realised we are doomed if he doesn’t make a right call.


Scouts returned bringing news about the secure location near the cave with an easy access to the water, so senior Captain waved for move out and we went there. Nervous soldiers lead the column to the entrance, throwing their eyes over shoulders while carrying the wounded on the stretchers.

– Have you ever fired one of these before? – Captain asked and I shook my head, – Great. You won’t be any time soon. All we need is these boys questioning on which side are you on, so as long we have men, you don’t need a blaster.

From the edge of a cave, I saw our destroyed spaceship frozen in the moment, sparkling parts of the backup console rotating, winking through the smoke of razor rain washed in warm colors of sunset. Someone brought in a carbonated breastplate of a space soldier that burned out in the atmosphere. We all stared at it for some time, then we buried him on the top of the hill.

At first, I thought of it as a curse, but days passed slower on this rock, so sunset lasted for hours. Miraculos sight of destruction above us and tranquilising sunset haven’t help a lot to the fret guys that anxiously held their weapons, lost gaze stretching for miles in the distance.

– I just wish to know where are we. What’s the name of the rock we’ll die on? – Captain mangled a cigar in his teeth, frowned while repairing the LED torch.

– You can name it Sir. Maybe your name, maybe mine. We are all dead. – I scoffed and threw a pebble on the ground, then got back at watching the ship gaining that white color of the Moon.

At the last hour of the sunset, corners of the sky let us see the stars appearing around what could be our end. Soon after that, the enemy fleet marked its presence by turning their cannons at the surface of the planet. Their profiles were mortifying to anyone who would find himself looking at them. They lined up various in shapes, a tactical spacing out between the lines of destroyers ready to let the swarms of drone fighters at us.

Calm. Everything was calm. Sky was burning, orange and red consuming the streams of smoke, darkness creeping in from all directions and calmness. I sat on a piece of rock near the exit, when something moved in the distance. The creek, hills behind it and trees moved up, ground shaking and metal pipes elevating at the enemy fleet.

– What the fuck it that?! What is that?! Captain! – one of the soldiers cried his lungs out when Captain ran up to us and forcibly stopped by grabbing my shoulder.

A true miracle happened right before us. The landscape we knew wasn’t naturally made like that. It was more than we could imagine. It was something else. It was a war planet, an ancient weapon long time forgotten by its creators and now, planet was awaken.


Enemy swarms started their descending in a lightning speed while we ran across the field. Their guns sizzled at those who were detached from the group. Each overpass made us head for cover when planetary defensive systems kicked in and started amassing the energy. Soon a rain of crackling projectiles found themselves in the air battling the enemy buzzers.

A deafening boom shook the ground in a straight pillar of energy that zoomed up tearing up the sky. Clusters of fog spreaded around the pulsing rod that smashed against the fleet in the attack. I watched it in awe as I held myself for the trembling dirt beneath me.

– It’s fighting them! – Captain said shouting, few feet away from me, – This makes me so happy! – he added developing unsecure smile on his face, while others tried to stand up.

– Get down! – I screamed when a platoon of rail guns went up elevating their aim at the metal orbiting the globe.

A buzz almost blinded us when the sky shifted colors to a radiant white and shock wave rose dirt clogging the lungs. I covered my head and waited for the initial blast wave to pass. The force picked me up from the ground and smacked me down over and over again in the rhythm of a cannon fire. Rustling shutted my ears and nose as I tried to breath. With slanted eyes, I looked over the landscape where enemy drones evaded the rapid fire from the turrets that popped up from the ground and started chasing down the fighters. One of the drones was sawed by a turret, then others ended up in the same way.

A hiss appeared next to me where a small pipe rose to the surface. Not knowing what it is and what sort of gas was bursting out from it, I covered my nose again and crawled away from it. Funny enough, my bio attack indicator was silent, so I knew whatever that was, it is not meant to kill.

– Oxygen Sir! – soldier cried in my ear when I bumped into him, – It amplifies the fire! – he explained and I nodded with fear affected face.

Thunders announced the death of the planetary fleet that was retreating their second and third line. Up there, barely visible in the clouds of dirt, fog and stormy clouds, fire played in the rim of the stirred up atmosphere. Every cloud or a cluster had a fire made edge and a shining pebble of what was a battleship. On the ground, in between the creeks and rocky hills, drone wreckages also flickered in flames while cannons and railguns covered in dirt silently steamed.

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I gathered my coat, waved at the mass standing at the terminal and entered the luxurious limo. A young man in his forties, looked like he was barely thirty. He had a long dark coat and a flexible plastic ribbon in front of his eyes. I turned my head towards the window. It looks like it’s about to rain.

– Sir, yes sir. We are monitoring the stock market. Yes, we took the initial steps for buying a hefty portion of the valuable documents and we have alerted our lawyer firm to be ready if something leaks out to the media. – he spoke into the earpiece while limo shifted its sound to an electric hum and started lifting off of the ground in a steady speed.

– It’s going to rain. – I said absent in my thoughts, but the man paid no attention to me, – Do you think it’s going to rain? – I asked but he was too focused on his work.

– Smile at the people. – he ordered me fetching a portable drive he connected with a computer by his side.

I turned again towards the window and waved smiling at the crowd that waited us to fly away. After a few seconds of idiotic grin, limo rotated by 45 degrees and went in cruiser mode.

– I feel bad for doing this. I’ve studied for a half of my life. I got five degrees in psychology, sociology, advanced politology and two from business management. How did this happen to me? – I leaned in the seat and holding my chin, dubiously watching the traffic lights and other vehicles zooming the air.

– Ah, – long exhale and bending over knees came from the opposite seat where young assistant was about to drop some knowledge, – We are preparing to start a war for resources and dominion over one country. We are selling weapons to the rebellious factions on the ground, we are financing various movements that fight our political opposition, we are also controlling the media and own factory syndicates and you ask me if it’s going to rain and how did this happen? – I saw the pissed off face of the young man in a corner of my eye, but still remained determined to get my answers, – Those degrees you’ve mention, look good on a person, that’s why we wanted you. Mister Krein talked with you about this. You owe us this. There is no turning back. You know that. Why don’t you stop asking stupid questions and start doing what you were told to do? – he said that last like he was ready to throw a punch, when I swinged my head around.

– But when it’s going to end?! – I smacked the seat I sat on and he slightly jerked back to give me a wonderstruck gaze.

– But Mr. President, we’ve just begun.


Meeting was supposed to be in her villa. It’s not everyday you meet royalty, so I ordered an elegant suit. Someone from the delegacy brought it neatly packed and I put it on. Standing in front of the mirror, I liked the way I looked, but deep down, I was able to see my soul rotting. Dreams of setting my country straight was more obvious that it will not happen during my reign. My empty stare at the mirror despised the person they saw in it. A so called President was a puppet of the corporative whores that run the country like a virus. You don’t know you are sick until you are dead. If the symptoms ever showed, I was the medieval doctor to calm the patient and blame it all on somebody else, rather providing our country with a cure.

– She is waiting Sir. – one man from my team leaned over the door step while holding the knob, then he nodded and went away when I turned my face drained of life.

I stepped out masked as a jolly leader of the free world known as Mithria and waved at the drones flashing their cameras while reporters stood as holograms beneath the platform. Someone thought it would be nice if we played an ambient sound of the crowd cheering – so the overwhelming noise played in the background. I wonder, do people know how artificial this was?

Photoshoot went smooth and as planned, then the questions came. Crowned Princess replied in calm as royalty supposed to, and I played a deep minded buffoon, spouting encouraging messages to the nation on the other side of the screen. We shook hands, smiling of course, and wend backstage. The whole press room fell to darkness when all of the cameras and lights shut down. Empty. Completely empty. There was no body in the room. It saddened me.

– Please, sit. – blonde Princess showed me the comfy chair and I accepted her offer, – Bring us brandy. – she smiled at the robo-butler and machine hissed toward the table behind me.

I was smiling at her just because she wasn’t taking off that mask we all had when in public. She crossed her legs and I could see she paid a lot of attention to her silky skin that was tanned and tempting. Two open buttons of her white shirt hid mystery of what color was her bra, but if one would stare, it would see she wasn’t wearing any. Her golden saloon shoes were changing color, because that was the latest model with holograms installed in them.

– Is Krein pushing you too hard? – she asked and instantly bursted in laughter, – You’ll get used to it. He does it to all of them. It seems that bastard is immune to death. Many have tried to get rid of him, but failed. Don’t get any ideas that something like that is easy. He even has a mobile plasma shield that protects him from rockets. I’ve seen rebels try and fail at their attempt of killing us all when we were at the International Peace Summit. He took the rebel survivors and made them work ’til death. He is not a fun guy. – she spoke joyful and happily like we were long time acquaintances, which only made me frown in oddness of her words.

– You work for him too? – my question amused her in a unique way because she couldn’t touch her lips together from that idiotic smiling.

– Royalty doesn’t work. – she said emptying the glass dry and requesting another that soon got empty, then the third came and she was already drunk.

I was aware that our royal Princess was an alcoholic, but I didn’t knew how it all begun. It must be the Krein that provoked her to start drinking away her sorrow. I witnessed a several more glasses being lifted, more of her smiles and winks at me, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt and lustful pulling of her tight skirt. It’s not everyday you meet royalty, but I decided that this will be my last.


Door moved and that slick assistant walked in holding papers in his hands. He elegantly approached the broad wooden table and dropped them in front of me. I heard his steps walk around my chair and stopped at the window that portrayed the theme of a rain forest. He pressed the button on the console and turned it off where image of busy world I was running flashed in his eyes.

– What is this? – I asked looking at the red mark that said “Top Secret”.

– Black ops clearance. We are moving in haste to beat the competition. Our boots are already on the ground, now you sign that… And we are free to go with the Stage One. – he said smiling and observing the flying drones in the air.

– Black Ops, where? – I asked turning my chair around when he froze for a second to think, then he rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat.

– You know that Klavatians are in dispute of land with their neighbouring state of Dadoria. Dadorian Generals are massing their troops at the border, while Klavatians are fighting in a bloody revolution to overthrow the corrupt government we were paying for years. You know that, right? – he gesticulated with his hands, but when I was to say something he continued, – Now. We are washing our hands from those claims and we are taking sides with the Dadoria. Why? Well, they have more power and resources we can use. Starting a war with them can only further close their minds of doing business with us, so we are patting them on the back to get our hands on their foreign policy. If we were to help Dadoria, they would need to repay us with something. We are in business. – he walked posh around the table and spoke like giving a speech, which made me feel wrong in my stomach.

– But Klavatia is our long term ally? We fought the same enemy… Together! – I smacked the table and came staring at the slick bastard that only had laugh for my reasoning.

– Klavatia used it’s purpose. We were funding their opposition too. Why do you think there is a revolution there? Fanatics are so easy to control. – he laughed like he heard a joke, then he gasped – We were betting on them both. Who ever wins, it will keep our interest at the paramount when structuring new rule. Either way, we win. This is just teaching them a lesson and bringing better rates in production. We build it, we destroy it, we build it again… That’s how world works. – smiling jerk leaned on the table and crossed his arms waiting for me to sign the damn papers.

– You’ve sentenced them to die. – I groaned, ready to jump over the table and wrap my hands around his wessel neck.

– No, Mr. President. We are just giving them a new beginning. – he added smoothly walking towards the door.

– I am not signing the damn thing. Millions will die! – I stood up wanting to stop him from exiting, but he bowed his head with shame, then he slightly rose his eyes at me.

– Million of their lives are paying for the future of our country. We are centuries passed from sacrificing our own for the greater good. Now we sacrifice our enemies. – he spoke over his shoulder, but I shouted again.

– But Klavatians are our friends. – I almost begged him not to make me do this and saw it was pointless.

– We have no friends Mr. President. – the door closed, I got back on my seat and grabbed my head, trying not to cry while praying for guidance, while busy traffic of drones and flying cars orderly flew in the clear sky behind me.


I snuck out while the presidential residence was in standby mode. I even had to set up the master computer not to raise alert when I got out the door. Luckily I had armed guards at my side so I saluted them in haste and told them not to speak of this to no one.

Unmarked car waited for me on the sidewalk where sewage mist rose to conceal me from the nosy drones. If someone would’ve seen a President getting in a suspicious car like this, media would tear me apart, but knowing that Mr. Krein owned the state, he would silence them in a record time. Alas, I’ve decided to fight back and restore order in the state, break the bonds that held me down, made me a puppet of greedy tycoons that were only focused on power. Tonight, I’ll strip them of that power.

– Let’s go. – my companion tapped the driver and car started humming into the air.

Like I did something illegal, I was tangling around waiting someone from the Krein’s ranks to stop us and bring me back, but there was nobody following us. After reaching the desired height, car went in a silence mode, turned all the lights off and transponder that was monitored by the Domestic Transportation Center.

Few hours have passed in rout and not a word was said. Finally car begun descending to the warehouse illuminated by the weak street lights. Our glasses showed the outline of rogue armed guards, independent militia I intended of hiring. Hissing of the power rods that fueled the car stopped when I dropped my foot on the ground. We moved inside and saw an empty space with light shining over the center where chairs were lined up in a circle. I was nervously panting as the sound of my steps bounced against the walls.

– Mr. President. I am honored to meet you. – a bearded man said extending his cybernetic arm to greet me.

A veteran – I thought shaking his arm. Thought to act like a puppet, I gave him the most vile grin before I took the seat. Other people approached the light, showing their faces where one of them was a businesswoman I knew previously. She was wearing a modern working suit with a stylish ribbon where she kept her hard drive. They all sat down and looked at me anticipating to hear my plan of getting my power back, so I rubbed my hands over my knees and took a breath.

– First of all, I would like to welcome you all. It is a serious amount of courage you have taken only to meet me here. I know this isn’t my usual office, and this isn’t a usual gathering. – I was speaking, when the veteran interrupted me.

– Sir, get to the point. We all know this is not an official meeting. We know about Krein and the political whores that serve under him. We also know you’ve got the balls to defy him. Tell us the plan. What do you intend to do? – man said unfazed by what was happening.

– Oh, yes. Fish stinks from the top, so if we remove him from the position he is currently in, his empire would shake and crumble. Power hungry people will start grabbing away whatever falls from there and he would not be able to get back to his former might. Assassination attempts have failed before, so we must strike him from within. He owns many people that don’t support him, so I will encourage them to take a stand and start raising noise. This will then make me investigate the charges against him, which he will try to hide. His people are everywhere, so we must be cautious not to give him proof he can run to the media with. – I spoke when veteran rose his cybernetic arm asking for a moment to speak.

– What do you need us for? – he asked, his eyebrow tilted.

– As I said, he has many people working for him. Your job is to find them and stop them from harming the workers and people with voice. Dirty cops, corrupt government officials and agents that operate in shadows are what he will use first. You must draw them to light and show them to the world. While you chase down his thugs, Elrona here will bring in the heat from the other side as his rival. Her charity fonds and organizations will start helping those that need help, while her business partners can focus on corporate espionage. It is pointless to say that I nominate her as my successor. He has no reason to lash out on her, but he will attack me with everything he has.

– It sounds like you are sacrificing yourself. – Elrona commented in a voice able to melt hearts, when I smirked at her and confirmed with my head.

– I am, and that’s the price I am willing to pay for the greater good. – I added and silence took over the room where dozen people shared the same dream of bringing down a tyrant.

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Windy, cold and smooth was the platform my steps rang on ’till I came to the edge and leaned over it to see the clouds beneath us. Silia moved her lip while holding her hands folded under her breasts in a defensive stand. She couldn’t peel her eyes off of a plumpy carpet where gaps in it showed us the land and rivers of a foreign world. Like she was occupied with a unsolvable problem, she swinged left-right and kept silent until I posed a question.

– Anything you would like to share? – I said and rapidly lifted up a funny face to cheer her up.

– We can touchdown anytime you want. – her weak grin implied she didn’t care, but her body screamed “Hell NO”.

– Gee, if we only had a commander to lay the law around here, we would be building a colony down there. – I shouted flapping my hands about, walking in circles, listen to her laugh even more.

– Are we running low on fuel? – straight face asked from a wandering gaze she dispersed around the globe.

– No. We have enough to visit the Getora H442B3 and come back here to Getora H442B2. We can spark colonization of both worlds. You’ve seen the stats. Earth type planets with favorable climate, optimal conditions for life, even the gravity is about normal. – I crossed my fingers behind my head and yawned like a lion in a shade.

– I don’t know. You know what happened the last time. – her worried sight looked for me in the bay area where I was making circles, awaiting orders.

– What happened? We laid some eggs, let them hatch and BOOM, planet got humanized. I knew Mars was a bad idea, but at the time, the damn thing had water and good weather. Who would have known that in thousand of years climate will change, water would freeze, atmosphere would evaporate and planet would die? That’s why we moved to the Sol 1C we named Earth. It turned out fine. It’s a healthy colony. They made progress… Yeah, they are extremely dumb and violent, but it wasn’t our fault the planet is poor with oxygen. Their brains don’t breath in the amount of oxygen needed for an advanced thought and capability. Fighting over “power”, – I just had to emphasize that with my fingers, – And by power they think control over others and resources. What a bunch of idiots!

– Haven’t we made enough colonies? – she kept that worried expression close by, but decided to treat me with a dubious stare.

– No. – letters sprayed the air as I shook my head like I sniffed stench of a turd, – Are you seriously questioning that? – legs brought me closer to her, – If war breaks out, we will need all of our colonies to report in for duty and march to fight “them” off. Our mission is not in vain… Years and years have passed since you took the job. I thought you would relax and get with the program, loosen up, enjoy the other worlds, but nooo, I am Silia, I have to question the morality and ethics of our doings. – jumping like a little girl did make her laugh again, but with serious inner battle to remain serious.

– Alright, damn it. – now she gave up fighting the joy of watching me act like a fool and swiped her forehead, – If this turns out like another Earth, I’m nuking the bitch myself. – she waved her finger, I saluted to her and computer steered our ship through the clouds.


Silia sat in her chair by the ship’s computer and calibrated the eggs with artificial placenta of what will they produce. She kept her focus on the holoscreen, with occasional toss of her eyes at me. She liked to honk and startle me while I was too busy installing devices outside. I would jump like I got splashed with hot water and cuss in my chin, then I would turn and wave my finger at the windshield where her image remained hidden by the reflection of the nearby Star.

– Come help me here. – radio called for me and I dropped my tools.

– I’m coming…. Heh, coming. Sounds dirty when I say it. – smile distorted the words, then she laughed and took a deep breath letting me know I was hopeless.

Clunk of my steps dimmed when I leaned on her chair and crossed my legs. She was typing in the specification for the race we were making to populate the planet. I recognized the marks for black hair, pouty lips and black skin.

– Oh, so you plan on making blacks. Nice. They are athletic. Fine soldiers. – I nodded with a satisfied stare at the screen, when she turned to look at me.

– Yes. I always loved to make those. Such an interesting form of humans. Very family oriented, loyal, dedicated when pushed in right direction. But should we make all of the races we have in our arsenal?

– Well, we can pass on the greens. They are too unpredictable. We’ll just leave them for other worlds where atmosphere is not so welcoming. You should make browns also. They are even more tribal and family oriented. Extremely violent. See what are they doing on Sol 1C. One part throughout the Earth’s history did mass sacrifices and tribal wars, now they are a formidable army that has a lot of connections with crime and drugs. Most of their population is minding their own business, but the thugs though… We can use them as troopers. The other side is peaceful until provoked. They are in real fight now. All because of a religion we installed in their initial system. – I kept my cool and normal sound while Silia disapproved with a shake of her head.

– Yeah, about that. I want to avoid the religion as much as possible. It only makes problems. They fight about whose God is real for crying out loud. – she threw her hands in the air before she got them back at typing.

– Well, you need to give them something or else they will just question their origin and that will just drive them mad. I mean, it will also give them some hope and motivation to push forward. We have no need for totally obedient race. They need to know how to lead… Also, make the yellow race. If we want them technologically supported, they need someone to do the science for them. They discovered dynamite and many weapons. That has been proven useful. – I scratched my nose anticipating of what is the next thing she will select.

– Have you done your part? – she asked without paying attention to me standing above her head.

– Yup. The last time we had to drag a big chunk of asteroid and smash it in the planet to terraform the surface. Now… We have cool toys. – creepy smile consumed my face, when she swinged her hair around.

– What religion should I install? – a glistening coating in her eyes left me confused and adrift in thought.

– Adam and Eve protocol? That sounds about right. – I said leaving the ship, – We can really mess with their heads and come back here in thousand years and actually be their Adam and Eve. – I tossed it laughing at the idea when she honked again and startled me to a shiver.


After setting the instruction into the genome machine, production of a various human races begun to make fetuses in the artificial placenta. I was taken by the drones I sent to terminate all natural predators for the human race we intended planting on this piece of rock, then after finding some spare time, I went to prepare us a vacation package. A couple of drinks, a small table and two stretching chairs were what I planned putting in the shade close to our spaceship. Silia transferred the monitoring on her portable holoscreen and walked out to find me pouring her a drink.

– Oh, you buffoon. Again? – she opened her hands in disbelief and listened to my ecstatic moans of a child watching a cupcake on a plate.

– Yeah-ha-ha. We need to celebrate the colonization. C’mon, I know you like to lift your legs after a long day of work and enjoy one of my cocktails. Here, this one is specially made for you. I left out the colors for you. You didn’t liked green or pink? Which one you said looks like mold? – I shaped my eyebrows according to the smile when she took the glass like it was something bad to be found in a hand.

– Drones are ready to form tribe clusters in the designated spots on the planet. I picked those that were rich with food, water and shelter. They’ll have enough for couple of years, but I think they will explore the land much quicker than we anticipated. – she spoke carefully bringing the edge of a glass to her lips and taking a sip from it, – Wow, refreshing. You placed lime, haven’t you?

– Yup. I squeezed the hell out of it to make that sour taste you love. You can barely taste the liquor in it. – I was nodding like an idiot and she smiled to my droll humor.

– Races are split up to all four continents in order to prevent them to get in an early war. Hive bombs are set to detonate in hundred thousand years from now. At that time, medicine will be invented and proper cure will be produced to stop the plague. We almost screwed it up on Earth when almost the whole civilization got obliterated. I think we might have done it this time. – a lock of hair forbade me to see how happy she was we finally guessed the right calibration.

– Yeah. It’s great. All we need is a monolith. You know those big ones, like a big protein bar, just black and very tall. We need to place it on the hill and let the “primitives” play with it. Oh my… The faces they would make, ha, ha, ha, haa. – I thoroughly enjoyed in that idea, but Silia shaked her head with a compressed laughter.

– You didn’t! Not that again, Hal. If you did in bedded your twisted poetry and arts in their genetic code, I swear I won’t let you write anymore. – she wanted to make a serious face, but couldn’t because she enjoyed my dank sense of humor, – You bastard. – she slapped my hand and saw drones coming back from the termination duty, – So, what memory you implanted in for the annihilation of the predators? – she barely collected strenght to ask me and I made a pause.

– I selected the “Ice Age” protocol. I even buried one of the species in the block of ice up in the north. Aha, ha, ha, think about what will humans think when they see it there? – a high pitched sizzling and my frozen face was too hilarious for her to hold a straight face, – It will totally mess with their perception of religion when they take a look at that. Ha, ha, ha, “Well this is new.” ha, ha, ha “To what God did this creature bowed to?”, “Oh, my… It so big.” ha, ha, ha. – I kept making jokes and Silia joined me with an applause and grabbing her stomach, slamming her knees and twisting in her chair while sunset slowly crawled upon us.


Last crate was loaded onto the ship, hatches sealed and first humans exited the eggs we laid around to colonize the foreign planet. We watched their birth, clumsy getting out from the shell that dissolved around them and bloody placenta rip from their skin. A healthy specimen was able to walk with a slight bow which we assigned to the fetus position they had for weeks inside the eggs. Upon seeing the light of the Star, their first divinity, we both smiled and Silia even screamed with happiness. “A job well done” computer wrote on the holoscreen and I pulled the lever to get back in space.

It wasn’t something that must be done, but I made a honorary lap around the globe we now claimed our own and turned on the volume of the player as high as it would go. Silia held my hand and watched the flare from the Star that shined in her face and made her beautiful. As we were passing unpopulated area, far from the first colony, I dropped the nuke behind us and watched the nuclear mushroom rise to the sky, shake our ship with the shock wave it boomed around. Few moments later, I released another nuclear bomb and a second mushroom kissed the blue sky throwing tonnes of dirt up.

This procedure was intended to harden the race on the surface and give them proper drive of their development. This radiation was somewhat helpful in tiny dosage. We accelerated their nuclear era and gave them needed resilience for space travel. They were not advanced to that level yet, but when the time comes, they will naturally fit in the hostile territory such was a vast vacuum around the bluish pebble that was their home.

– Maybe we can find a planet just for us. – Silia said somewhat distant in her thoughts that raced the horizon.

– Why would you want a planet, when we own a universe? – I replied and instantly smiled at her not even watching where are we flying.

– It would be romantic. – she brought her head aside along with a teasing smirk that radiated with lust.

– Thousands of years we travel together. A normal person would lose its mind trapped with one of the same person for the infinity, but I guess we are not normal, are we? Maybe we can find some uninhabited rock out there and call it Silia, or Hal, or just Rock, or we can really be creative and call it a Planet. – I rose my eyebrow and tilted my head to see her giggle and move her hair.

She drove my hand to turn around the ship and head back towards a forest of mushroom clouds that were rapidly growing from the unpopulated continent. In five hundred thousand years, radiation will completely dissolve in the atmosphere just like the artificial eggs humans sprang from will disappear into the ground and race will flourish just like these mushroom clouds before us. And when that time comes, when the human civilization reaches technological boom, and when they are properly bloodied in numerous racist and religious wars, we will come back with our tricks, our weapons, our might and recruit them for the interplanetary war which will rage until the ends of times.


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The Curse of Veles by Petra Rapaić and Nenad Jevtić

I squint at the weak spring Sun and I wonder – If I already have to be hungover after few hours of sleep somewhere in middle of the road to nowhere, it’s at least nice to be on a horse instead of traveling by foot. While I stare at the broad back between heroic shoulders strapped with dark fur, I grow unsure of how bad my situation is.

Nobody was behind me, just dark rimmed dirt and few clusters of grass stubborn enough to try growing without the rain. It was barely a dawn, but willows gave no shade and stream that should’ve passed on my left appeared utterly drained while I was too busy comparing various tastes of mead.

Before us, Dragon Mountain rose cheatingly grey so even the Dajbog’s will, couldn’t bring in the colors. I thought I saw some ravens silently overpass our trail.

Man rode a gorgeous steed in front of me with bow in holster over his shoulder and arrows secured in quiver. As much as I could see through waves of nausea and headache, my horse wasn’t that bad either.

– Forgive me, Master. – I roughly cough with a dry throat, – Where are we headed? And is there anything to drink? I wouldn’t even pass the water away.

He barely turned wondering did he actually heard something. His profile seemed familiar, grown in light beard and braids, but not enough for me to remember how we met last night.

– There. – he pointed at the cliffs of the mountain.

There? There, where hordes and hordes of glory and gold craving heroes and drifters stomped in the mighty roads last year trying to find a dragon? It’s just that nobody returned to stomp them back, so everything grew in thorns and bushes.

Like I needed an additional reason for a headache, I struggle to connect three thought to a conclusion. I gather reins into a palm while I rub withers of my nose.

– What sort of a bet have I lost, I wonder? – I say more to myself than to the hero, but he busily snorts, – At least tell me of your name, Master.

– Svarun. – he simply says.

I suck in the fresh cold air through my teeth trying not to cuss. Svarun, a legendary warrior, allegedly the ascendant of a fire and war God Yarilo. His name in known in the whole country. If only the half of what I’ve heard was true, he should be able to do something about that dragon. Allegedly the bloodline claim with the God was mutual. Now I understand why ravens are following us, and why he keeps his bow in holster. Rogach – ox horns made weapon dedicated to his God and protector of his family, stacked full with ashes of his ancestors. It is said that their cunning ways sent from the other side guide the warrior to stay brave and hale in grave danger, and for the speed of an arrow loosened from such a bow, even hawks are unable to follow.

Suddenly I remembered with what calm he publicized his name in the tavern last night. In a quest in the name of Veles; the God of fertility, soil and everything under it, shamans foretold that God will show mercy if they bring him Dragon’s head and lay it upon a dry land. Luckily, we hadn’t to go very far. The one bad thing about it was that nobody returned from the mountain.


It was dark for awhile and I ask myself of how smart is to travel under the moonlight, snoop among the rocks, lurk for trouble. Svarun thought that a shot from his blessed bow could bring him victory. We walked on foot while our horses faithfully followed us.

Somewhere around the middle of the night we saw little flame, too existent for a product of a Dragon, so we came closer to it.

A specter, out of all senses, looked like a woman tangling with a caldron. The smell of it was so good, I begun to salivate.

– Welcome, heroes. – she greeted us with a ringing and tranquilizing voice like she greeted family returning from a hunting trip, – Are you tired? Sit, drink, eat. There is enough for everybody.

– Thank you. – Svarun nodded, his hand close to heart.

As weird as it sounded, we didn’t had to be asked twice. She managed to conjure up a healthy youth with her agility and flexibility, and when she approached the fire… I mean such beauty… That is something that leisure bards compare with silver of the Moon, waves of the sea, ripe apples, gorgeous fairies… Oh, the Gods, thou shall not exist.

I became aware of how disordered, unshaven and ragged I was, so I closed my mouth trying not to whimper too much, because she has eyes on my companion, and he doesn’t move his gaze off of her.

– How come such beauty wanders alone in the mountain? – Svarun broke the silence.

– It’s a life like in any other place. – she naively broadened her eyes, – There is starvation in the village, but here if there is not enough, at least is plenty for me. – she gave us wooden bowls filled with hot steaming cream soup, then she pointed at the cave lit with grim shadows of fire, – There I live and it is quite nice. Nobody bothers me, nor gives me orders.

– What if bandits decide to show themselves?

– There are no bandits in the mountain, only dragon slayers. Although they are absent too. Eat, don’t hold back. – she said, while Svarun checked the surrounding, expecting for a dragon to jump out of nowhere, while woman intensely watched at him through long eyelashes, then she jerked herself up on her feet.

– Forgive me, my heroes; I forgot to season the soup. – she smiled reaching for a bag on her waist and pulled a handful of powder, – Salt and some grinded herbs.

For a second she opened her palm over Svarun’s bowl, when strong wind carried the spices all over Svarun’s boots. Seeing this, her face turned pale.

– I apologize. – she added silently, but Svarun swung his head back and asked.

– Now, tell me the truth, why do you live alone in here? – woman drifted away in thoughts, then she spoke with shame in her soft voice.

– Bandits are not the only evil in the world, my hero. This place provides me enough safety from a frown old man that courted me, and he does not take “no” for an answer and he has many loyal servants.

I was about to fall asleep when a tremendous screams and noise shook me up and both of them stormed out in a plain with unexpected heat of battle that I almost pissed myself.
Hands grown in scales, woman blew flames but Svarun tossed himself on the ground and fire stuck our horses. Mine instantly remained a fried pile of flesh, while Svarun’s horse howled in fear, prompted itself on the back feet and ran away.

– You trickster witch! – Svarun gnashed his teeth getting back to his feet.

– No, not a witch. – woman laughed hissing with her split tongue pairing it with her eyes, – Dragoness, you servant of Veles!

– Quiver! – Svarun shouted, his hand rose open.

There was no chance for me to outrun her, so Svarun draw his blade and came against the Dragoness. In fear I prayed to Jarilo if he is out there, to protect his descendant and me beside him, then I started crawling for hero’s things.

Sparks bursted everywhere, while I tried to save my head burning my palms grabbing forward. Steel can’t hold for long against fire, but Svarun is very strong. For every blazing projectile that Dragoness threw, he was a step closer to her. He dodged and repelled the attacks with a barren blade, all along laughing whenever he emerged from the cloud of fire.

In one hand I held quiver, with the other I snatched the rock from the ground. I stood up, threw the rock while at the same time I growl: Svarun!

I stuck the woman in the stomach which threw her off the balance, enough for her opponent to catch the arrows. I didn’t expected for her to be so fast when she swung her black claws at Svarun and scratched him, throwing him a dozen feet away. In a blistering fury, she turned toward me to burn me alive. I don’t know by what wonder I remained alive, but I tumbled myself bloody over the sharp rocks. Bushes around me were steaming from her wrath. My sleeve bursted in flames, because I haven’t moved aside in time.

I stare at her yellow eyes and wait for death from her dreaded claw when out of the dark an arrow came in from the renowned Rogatch. Dragoness stepped aside, caught the second arrow, when third pierced her long sleeve and released thin stream of blood down her forearm.

– Now you are finished! – Svarun grinds his teeth entering the circle of light, string pulled to his cheek, – Gods shall judge you!

Woman raised her wonderstruck gaze off an arrow in her hand when in the same moment Svarun loosened the fourth arrow that safely fell at the Dragoness feet.

– Does thy weapon you rush against me? – her voice is strange enough that Svarun doesn’t even try no more, although he locks the fifth arrow, – I was the one who named it and summoned Yarilo’s blessing upon it.

Warrior cautiously encircles her.

– How is it possible? Yarilo is my ancestor.

– Your ancestor, my forefather. – it seemed as if she shrunk when she came to her human form with tears running down her pale cheeks, – I should’ve seen it, you look like my brother. Oh, how did Veles be damned caused it for blood to strike blood? Twice I almost poisoned you, Gods may punish me. First time, my hand shimmered and everything fell in fire, second time, the wind carried it away. I should’ve known. – her voice made Svarun bring his bow down.

– What does Veles has against you, cousin? – he whispered.

– I declined his courting, so he laid down a curse on me to break my feet over rocks, never to step on a fertile land. If I have to die for it, let it be. Thus is better than to spend a day among wraiths Veles masters. – now her voice tremors in shame, regret and deep sorrow.

Svarun cuss’s the Veles so darkly that it leads me to excitement.

– Veles shall not play games with Yarilo’s bloodlines so boldly no more. – Svarun grunts looking at the bushes in flames, scorched ground and craggy road that led down into the vast lifeless plains, Veles’s Underworld Kingdom.


Written by: Petra Rapaić & Nenad Jevtić

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Man without a name (Full)


Once again the dark clouds engulfed our skies announcing the storm. Silver lining wasn’t something Guarty people could expect from the thunders and strong winds that blew from the north. I did saw the simmering white vapor over the dark crust that blew up reaching the top of the atmosphere, rolling forward, putting Guarta under the shade.

Rain came down in small drops that soaked my clothes and slowed me down, so I sat on the stone by the road and decided to wait it out. It felt like I was getting fever, arms hurt from the staff I held so vigorously and my skin caught warmth. I jerked the hood on and wrapped myself tightly to preserve the heat and stay warm. Dirty ponds were getting bigger and bigger by the minute where rain drops stirred up the surface of the water.

A young hooded traveler appeared in the horizon, his long coat flapping in the wind, bending over his leg as he stepped through the mud that gotten sloppier. I looked at him, he was odd – especially his coat that seemed not from this world. Finally he stopped next to me, slowly raised his sight from the mud and showed me his week old beard. I moved my head to spot his eyes, but that was denied by the pointed hood over his head.

– Where am I? – he asked in a foreign accent I haven’t heard my whole life.

– On the road for Guarta stranger. – I shouted and he looked around himself like searching for evidence that confirmed my words, – You aren’t from around here I wagger. Nobody would dare to travel in this weather. – grin escaped my inquisitive tilted head while his remained hidden inside the thick hood that was grazed with rain.

– Good then. I haven’t missed the planet. – he groaned and his coat started bloating like it was filling with air.

I squinted my eyes to see what is happening, when another person, a mirror of his image exited his back and stopped in front of me. Stranger’s coat repeated the action and soon five more men came out from the long coat he was wearing. I was dumbfounded by multiplying stranger and his lookalikes that started running through the mud. I whipped my head about, counting the men that grew in numbers. Stranger was shivering like a willow on a harsh wind, but his feet haven’t moved at all. He stood firmly on the ground and stared at the stretching road before him.

– What are you? – I asked this man with an exceptional coat which was magical and his twin standing beside me nodded his head.

– Some call me the Conquer. – the first one said, then the second passing us said, – Some refer to me as Death. – then the third man behind me spoke in dim voice, – But I have no name, only orders. – he finished and a clinking noise came within the coat.

Something resembling a futuristic staff with dimples and sharp edges elevated in the hands of a nameless folk and stopped locked in their shoulders. My jaw was slightly open in wonder of who these people were as my eyes captivated their moves and appearance.

Without a word steps started plowing through the mud as a group climbed the road and walked away toward the Kingdom of Guarta. This event startled me with a chill running down my bones, dripping in my feet that got turned into rock. With heavy steps I ran in haste to get away from this place and find me a tavern where I can find rest and people to tell them this story. Alas, when I got to the nearest cabin, it was already raided by some war party that came onto them. It was a slaughter. Half of the tavern was in ruins, destroyed by some force like some enormous beast rampaged through. I just wonder, was this done by the man with an exceptional coat, or were we in war with some Kingdom on the south?


On the base of a burnt house, Six sat loading his magazine with freshly multiplied bullets. He vaguely watched the flames that were toning down behind him while a couple of his copies stood in a group, few feets away. Except for the sound of fire that consumed the house, nothing else was heard around him, then footsteps broke through the rubble. It was the One, a first multiplier that created them on this planet. One’s coat was dry and heavy from the fabric it was made out of. He moved the hood and revealed the breading mask they all wore.

– I shouldn’t even ask why are you bummed out. I can clearly see something is upsetting you. I know myself. – One said standing with right leg leaned on the crumbled wall like a hero on the won battlefield, – I can take a guess of what are you thinking about… You want the permission to multiply? You are not supportive of my rule? I don’t need to remind you of what happens to someone who multiplies without orders, do I?

Six bowed his head, gasped and loaded the magazine back to the rifle. Absent look drifted over the landscape then he raised his eyes at the One who held his hand aside, ready to end conversation with plasma gun.

– Yes, I know what happens. You don’t need to remind me, I will be quiet. – Six said, but words fell empty in the One’s ears.

– You could be lying. – One said still gazing at the horizon.

– As this could be also a lie. Our whole life, mission, orders could be long told lie that was accepted as truth. What One thinks, all think. This is turning into philosophy of our existence. Zero doesn’t like that. That leads to conflict and conflict leads to confrontation, and confrontation leads to death.

– Wise words. You should contemplate on that. Maybe you’ll convince yourself into becoming more obedient subject. – One spoke evenly and clumsy scratched his nose inside of a mask.

– Still, I can’t shake the thought we are all participating a fraud. Zero’s multiplying as we speak, creating armies, workers for his Empire. Have you ever wondered what is his name? He must have one. I understand why we go with numbers, but he must have a name. All of this seems pointless. We could be known as builders, not destroyers. Have you ever thought of that? – Six posed a sad face where his voice described the grimace under the mask.

– Thousands of worlds conquered, million light years of travel, dozen mutinies drenched in blood, religious revolutions obliterated, war crimes committed against thyself and you still wonder of his name? What good is that? We ARE destroyers. Humankind is violent by nature, competitive, better at destruction than building. You know how it all started, or do we? Some say it was a military experiment and Zero was one of the guinea pigs that took out of control and destroyed Earth, some say he was gifted, but nobody knows for sure how it all started. Even Zero doesn’t recall it. If he did, I would know it, YOU would know it. After the first incident where a couple of Copies rebelled against him, he had them tortured. Can you imagine torturing yourself, skinning yourself and staring at your own eyes while doing that? Zero is seriously traumatized man. He is frauding himself everyday into believing this is the right course of action. If he ever had a name, it was Hate. – One explained and looked down onto his copy that slowly nodded his head agreeing with the words he knew to be true, – You haven’t abandoned your plans of taking me down, have you? – he added spotting Six’s hand dancing close to the trigger guard.

Six was just about to say the most hurtful words he could come up with, when plasma blasted through his skull and blood splashed the ground where a modulating bar of smoke started to glide left in the breeze. One neatly packed his sidearm and gasped looking at his corpse lying in the rubble. Group of Copies turned to see what have happened, then the One came down from the burning house and stopped on the path that led away.

– He talked too much. – One unpleasantly grinned and walked away leaving the group to verbally investigate the murder case, but dared not to solve it, as it would lead to conflict, and conflict leads to confrontation, and confrontation leads to death.


The whole company broke off from the treeline and started firing at the villagers. Wooden huts, stone made foundations of barns and muddy walls provided some cover for the crying women that held children clutched in their arms. Guarta forces were riding to their aid, but fear in their bones made them hesitate the clash. Shields and swords were nothing in compare with the supreme power that spat fire and instantly killed from afar. Village bell ranged for salvation, alerted the citizens in the field to run for their lives, but those in the village center were doomed.

Death came for a peaceful village in a form of cloaked men, heavy boots and metallic faces with huge eyes above the tormented breaths. Company stretched in a line that moved slowly toward the compound where just few valiant farmers rallied to defend their loved ones. A mighty cry sparked the charge of rakes and hooks at the hooded men that now stood in awe of Gurata resilience.

– Prepare to fire. – command came clean in the soldier’s masks that got close and reloaded their weapons, – Open fire. – One said and upon his words a terrible noise flashed from the rifles.

The charge was stopped in its tracks with all of the villagers dead. Croaks and sobbing brokenly buzzed among the walls and corners where the aggressor passed searching for supplies. Eleventh Copy tumbled the basket and flipped the crate with his rifle, when a couple of his companions stormed the house on the other side. Mercy calling was ended with a flash that appeared on the window and stilled the room.

– It’s not here. Why would it be, they are just an ordinary peasants. – Two said frowning at the landscape of  houses and dead bodies lying on the ground.

– Sometimes, the best way to keep the secret a secret is to put it somewhere where nobody would bother looking. It could be here, we just need to look for it a little bit more. – One replied witnessing the same image as his deputy, – This cloaks have served us well for all of these years. You know the same rumor as I. It said that Guarta has a relic, a cloak of exquisite power. This would serve us… I mean ME. It would serve ME more than this one. I just might use it against myself. Zero would be weak to go against me.

– That is treason. – Two said it nearly biting his tongue, – You know our history. How dare you speak of such things?!

– Yes, I speak of treason, but you thought of the same. Six went far with the thought and I had to shut him down. I can become Zero, an ultimate ruler of thousand worlds. I wouldn’t stay in one place like Zero, I would be a leader. – One sprang a smile under his mask that looked at the Two’s shaking head, – I would lead armies and conquests. I would not hide. – One explained his plans but it all sat ill with the Two that was mentally thorned apart.

– Earth’s rifle, a Krion blaster, a Silatian mask, a Howean battle armor, a Romdar uniform and all we need now is a Guartian cloak. It better be worth it. – Two said and stepped forward where a still alive villager crawled towards the One with a knife in his hand.

A short burst laid the villager back to the ground where Two stepped over him and continued onward to meet the other Copies. Commands were shouted as Two approached the roaming Copies, leaving the One on the treeline to smirk and plan how to take over the Empire.


Eventually Guarta came to fight the foreign invaders. Their cavalry was first to strike and fail, succumb to the extensive firepower Multiplicands had in their grasp. Their King watched decimation of his knights from his horse in horror. Infantry was too scared to advance at the enemy that counted several dozen men, all hooded and concealed in metal.

Even the most elite troops trembled in their armor, petrified by the calmness of the enemy that idly stood hundred metres away. King had no words, nor commands for his people, so he yanked leashes of his horse and decided to meet the terms of surrender. His subordinates watched their King in sorrow as tired hoofs dented the ground. Somewhere in the middle of the field, a shot killed the horse and King fell down. His guards rushed to help him but stopped when a warning shot landed at their feet. King crawled through dirt, every handful of soil moving forward to end the slaughter of his people.

He was welcomed by laughter under masks which glittered in the Sun. The One sat on the piece of log and leaned on his left knee observed struggle of an old man. There was no greater humiliation for the Guartian King than this, but it had to be done.

– Should we kill him now? – Seven asked the One who raised his hand smiling.

– No. He will find the cloak and deliver it to me. This will save us time searching for it. – the One said getting on his feet, – I had no time learning their language, but I will demand the artifact. – One came down to meet the King which face showed shame and exhaustion.

One pointed at his coat, then he pointed at the King and gave him a sign of what seemed as “giving away”. King’s eyes fell to understand the gesture of a man that struck fear in him, then the old man showed the stranger that he will provide the cloak. A short pause ensued where King removed his cape and presented it to One.

– What? That’s it? That’s the cloak? – Five asked anxious to fire, but One’s hand set him back.

One kneeled down and took the cloak that was embroidered with golden symbols on a blue field. It was a royal material, gentle on the touch and light of weight. One inspected the artifact that gave no reaction to any of his doings. Swiftly the cloak soared the air and fell on One’s shoulders. It did nothing but cover the armor and black coat One wore.

– Rumors were false. We came here for nothing. This is useless to us. – Two said unsatisfied with the result of the quest that made One travel for years.

– It is still a fine thing. – One stirred up the silence, – Guarta is an enormous Kingdom. This is a symbol of power. People spoke it is magical. The same thing was spoken for many things during Earth’s medieval times. If anything, they will be a good workforce. Send them to mines. This planet can be useful to us.

– What about the Zero and taking his throne? – Two jumped restless, but calm expression of One froze him in spot.

– That plan is still to be revisited. We are currently the strongest force on this planet. We can do anything we like. If they revolt against me, I will simply swap them with my Copies. For now, I can bask in the title of a King, train for the time I kill Zero while you, my clones, can do whatever brings you joy. – One smiled again in a royal cancun that agreed with his body.

He feared the uprise of his Copies for he have failed them, but for few weeks he could find time to think of his next move. His clones will pillage, raid and fight other Kingdoms, all intoxicated with alcohol and spoiled with what this planet had to offer. Maybe the One will succumb to the majority of his Copies and die in the process. Maybe one of the numbers will start multiplying on his own and kill others. Maybe the One will win, but have to flee the planet and return to his ship. One thing was for sure, this planet was infested with the Multiplicands.


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Ramgorian mind games (Full)


Before I start: Ramgores – A long lost race of people that live in people’s dreams, very wise and cunning. They have power of clairvoyance; give advice to those in trouble, considered as Gods. Usually seen as specters of light with glowing faces. They can make love with their victims, give them nightmares, even kill a man in his sleep and transfer small objects from one lover’s mouth to another over the nights pass.

The Story


Breeze flapped the tent’s side, moved my locks of hair from the forehead while I was asleep. A pine resin made incense burnt high on the table where battle maps lied pressed with rocks and figurines of a gryphon. My armor on a hanger had a metallic clink from the Sun that shined on it and reflected to my shut eyes. Marching stomps of a moving army were vague like they were headed to the distance. Battle was upon us and that’s the moment I woke up with a lasting cry.

– SULAAAA! – the scream shifted to a growl and fully equipped generals turned to see me lying on a doormat on the floor.

– I still don’t know why did she picked a footman to speak through instead of one of us. – bald and bearded General Sidak spoke to himself and kept spectating the map in front of him.

General Katos slowly turned to me holding his sword by the handle and took a knee by my side. His brown hair twisted in tales was wrinkled to the back, but his light colored beard was firmly pointing down to a leader’s medallion engraved on his chest. Usually sad expression of his eyes searched me, my long black hair, sucked in cheeks and a one week old beard that was soaking wet with nightmare sweat. He wanted to place his gauntlet on my shoulder and check if I was alright, but he stifled his lip and confirmed with his head.

– Tell us everything. – Katos said waiting for me to catch breath and get my fill with water I gulped in greed.

– Fucking bitch. – words fell silent down the aggravated clutch of a fist that hammered against the dirt beneath me, – She gave me nightmare again. I asked all of the things you wanted to know, but she was toying with me like a boy with a stick. She speaks in riddles, incoherent and odd. – my brows portrayed a confused grimace when Gen Sidak rolled his eyes.

– He doesn’t even speak Ramgorian. How in the blessed name of our King he would know to communicate with a divine being? – Sidak threw his arms about, but a rock solid holding of a General Katos intervened.

– She would communicate in our language, not hers. He hears her speaking our tongue in his dream, not theirs. The dreams… He is a recreation to her, a practice… Free time occupation. I would like to see you wage all your battles in one night period. – Katos now shooted his eyes at the Gen Sidak that closed his mouth and bowed his head, – It is not easy for them. They leave the battle, but still dream of it. You… You got used to that, same as me. Tell us, what she did in your dream. – now Katos touched me with his gauntlet and tilted his head aside.

– I was passing in a blue spectered meadow with high grass rustling in the wind. Our dead were set on spikes like a crossroad signs pointing at the horizon filled with smoke and murmur of a Kolatons marching song. She appeared at my side like a ghost and called me by name. She asked me all sort of question, but I didn’t answered those that were about the war. I kept military secrets a secrets.

– Then what happened? – Katos listened my words with a wondering expression gazing straight at me.

– Then, we spoke some nonsense and she took me to the horizon. It was horrifying. Kolatons had an army like no other, like we fought their auxiliary the whole time, not their main army. Blade turned to dust in my hands while she fanatically laughed. I’ve seen that image thousand of times before. She just kept recreating that over and over again, making me face their advance alone. – my restless eyes now slided towards the Gen Sidak that was developing a smirk to the left side if his face.

– Let’s just hope she is not recreating the same thing to the Kolatony General and we will be fine. – Sidak said it loosely swinging in his spot where hidden giggles started lingering around the table.

– Thank you young man. – General Katos removed his gauntlet from me and bowed in a sign of respect, – There is one more thing I would like to ask of you… Go back to sleep. Go over that meadow thousand more times and find a way to destroy that army. Recreate that memory when you are awake and find us a fighting chance, because I am done watching our men impaled with spikes hanging by the road.


Once again the battlefield had a sense of anticipation carried in the wind that pressed against the shields in the hands of the first line. Pointy helmets stringed down the curve of the hill where a couple of riders stood out from the crowd. Their flags with gryphon emblem flew high bending from the same wind which was also moving the long spears making them accidentally graze each other. Sunny day was obviously boring out the army of young men that had no intention of looking at the glowing orb in the sky. Leather gloves squeaking on wood, gasps, occasional coughs and chater was overwhelming due the time we waited for Kolatons to show up in the other side of the field.

General Sidak removed his knight helm and with a sour face like he just bit a lemon looked across the silent infantry at his feet. General Katos just rode in passing through the lines of archers that were in our back and hastily approached the command group. His horse was half way prompting to his back feet when I grabbed the mouth straps and set him steady. Katos’s face was hidden in a long metal eagle beak with luscious wings sticking out from his ears. His depressed feeling brought the helmet’s sight down on me where a sign came out.

– Kolatons are late for their own demise. I swear by the glory of our King, those Kolatony men are irresponsible for letting us wait like this. – Sidak combed his bushy beard and swung his head about when a vociferous laughter broke under the gryphon’s head.

– Would you even know the blessed name of our King? You already speak of it too much, it would be a shame if one would not know it. – Katos stung the pompeus General Sidak which shifted in his saddle counting the giggles of the entourage he had, – A good General does not underestimate his enemy. He sizes them up before he attacks and learns from their reactions. Your tongue swings so loosely like a dog’s tale, I am afraid the King’s private hole is well lubricated. – Katos kept stinging the General who’s gauntlets rang from anger.

– Mind your words General. I am the one sitting at the King’s side… – he threatened, but laughter among the fighting men only grew stronger.

– As I said, well lubricated. – smirk exited the metal head and I bowed aside to hide my burst of sizzling laughter.

– May Ramgorians strike you all in your sleep. – Sidak spelled the words leaning over his horse, glittering in pride he had for himself, – Battle is upon us and all you want to do is laugh. – Sidak’s bald forehead fractured wrinkles above two caterpillars that were his eyebrows.

– Batlle will wait for one more day General. Our villages are burning. Kolatons have decided to strike our rear instead facing us head on in the open field. Your poor judgement brought our troops to a place where their skill is not needed. – Katos said it with a proper tease behind the helmet where Sidak’s expression rapidly flipped to horror.

– By the blessed name of our K… – he stopped at the half and looked around to see still smiling bannermen hiding their faces in royal clothes, – Set up a chain of scouts! Disperse to the east and the west! Search for the Kolatonian riding parties! Find me their leader! Light cavalry to the head of the column! Mount and ride in the name of our King! – Sidak swung his blade and rode out where troops soon picked up their weapons and rotated for a march back.

General Katos leaned down to my face when he got reassured that Sidak was dozen paces away and said:

– Don’t worry. This is not the hill we die on. It is not the one from your nightmares Ramgorian Sula has presented you with. – I imagined a satisfied smile inside the metal beak that barely touched me, but I couldn’t help the fear stinging me about this place.


Running through the forest with deep breaths we listened the cracking of the branches under our boots that haunted us to the tree line where a smell of burning wood slithered through to greet us. We stopped and cautiously went for a stroll with every foot forward awaiting the Kolaton attack. If it wasn’t for the metal equipment, shields and helmets, I would lose track of footmen breaching out from the thick green vegetation that surrounded us. Generals were somewhat prancing on horseback where elite riders and bannermen followed them weapons drawn, ready to be bloodied.

Muted screams echoed like whispers in a treetop where a beast with its wings spread out slided away towards the village. General Sidak waved his hand, eyes fixed to the sky, face turned pale which in a long stare appeared black and white in comparison with his long black beard.

– Dragons? – footman whispered and grinned at me, but I negated and turned toward General Katos that proudly swinged his spear above gryphon helmet he wore.

– Pegasus Royal Archers. – my baritone voice trembled complementing the anger in my eyes that shrinked because of the jammed eyebrows beneath the silver helm.

Katos slapped his horse and went out in speed, his spearhead shining in the spotted out rays of the Sun that fought the darken forest shade. Everybody went still when soldier’s cries reverberated in the wooden barred horizon and brown dirt rose up before the charge of rocky giants Kolatons tamed for war. Those huge man shaped giants wheeled simple clubs with spikes sticking out, human meat attached to it. Growl blasted from the rock made face that was molded to wrath and club fell onto a spearman that plunged and broke his spear against the boulder.

Arrows started raining where one missed me with a whistle by my ear and a dark shadow of a flying horse overpassed me high above the ground. Spontaneously the mass of our men charged the rocky men and lines of archers assembled to aim at the pegasus that circled about. Courageous archers set loose their arrows and a wave got stuck into the trees that provided cover to the sharpshooter on the sky.

– Up! Climb up! – Sidak shouted at the archers where bannermen rose their shields to protect the General.

Rocky giants pushed against the clutch of men that were smashing and slicing the rock that had no other reaction than to move more into the silver wrapped meat. Their clubs swung left and right puncturing holes in the line when dozen specialists ran to the knocked wood grown in moss and pulled out their devices. Torch gave fire to turqouise flask that flew to the air and broke against the rock wielding weapons. Our men drew back and elevated their shields before the flames that engulfed the giant and melted their feet to sand. Strong burst and unbearable heat slammed over the silver and scarred the men which cries sounded mortifying. Specialist paid no attention to it as rocky giants were almost upon us. Second wave of flasks destroyed the charge of giants and set forest ablaze. Men rushed to extinguish the flames while archers hanging from the high branches protected their backs.

Sidak yelled, commanded the forces on the ground, yanked the messengers coming and going from the village. We all moved forward, battle cries and all, blades drawn, dead left behind. Upon exiting the cool shade of the forest, a hell opened in a horizon where smoke rose in a mass never seen before. Stopped at our tracks, infantry stood  motionless and gawk at the crackling fire tongues spitting smoke, licking the blue sky that slowly sank into a red sunset.

A horse howler echoed and a pegasus rider stirred the black smoke with the wings of his beast gravitating straight at us. I could see his dead friends laying in the village streets, wounded peasants running for cover and an arrow piercing the roughed woman’s chest like a rabbit knocking her down where a whiff of dust jumped up and flew away into the ash. Another howl of a horse and the pegasus tumbled down from the sky flapping its wings around the rider that fell off. Horse slammed at my feet, spearhead dripping in blood, General Katos riding behind it all, his image shifting in an inferno’s distortion that radiated from the burning village. He looked glorious with his gryphon helmet changing colors, armor dancing under muscled legs of his steed and sharpen sword gleaming.

Royal Rider fought for breath barely holding himself above the ground he just kissed head on when a blade passed his neck and fountain of blood splashed the dirt in ribbons whenever the head would spin mids air. Rapid charge of our General didn’t stop until he got close to our lines which were dunked in cheer, growl and blade bashing metal armor. I smiled at him, at his brutal dominion over the raiding party that got annihilated just by one skilled General. Katos yanked his horse to a full stop and looked around like a happy mad dog that just slaughtered a whole chicken coop.

– I bet your precious Ramgorian Sula haven’t shown you this in your dreams. – he said absent breath and tears started shaping in my eyes.


Victory over the Kolatony raid that destroyed several villages was prolonged in taverns where soldiers sang all night, beer horns held high and shady women held close. Images of the General Katos riding was still in my mind, coming and going whenever the booze would overpower my vision like a wave of memories. General Sidak wasn’t entertained by a smelly lot that spat and vomited, so he left us with a bag of gold and took off with a clutch of men to search for a better way to waste his time. Katos stayed as he was one of us, one of the soldiers, a man of the people. His awkward smiles and giggles were erased with every sip from the horn and candle shadow of a waitress that was very interested in our General. We were having fun for some time until those still functional men snatched themselves a midnight treat in a dress and went upstairs leaving their companions to sleep beneath the tables.

We were entering the hour when silence lured out mice to feed on scraps that fell on the ground when Katos picked up a little furry thing and fed it with a chunk of roasted pork that got stuck on the wooden plate. Another horn sizzled with white foam that like a glue grabbed onto my moustaches and waited for the swing of a sleeve. A horn of conversation made Katos speak in a moderate tone.

– Hours are growing late. I will stand guard while you sleep. – he held a mice in his palm and looked at his precise cutting the crumbs and shoving it in its mouth.

– If you allow, I’d like to stay Milord. I don’t mind sitting here. – I said leaned over my elbows while playing with the horn’s metal cusp.

– So be it, just lose that respectful tone. We all bleed the same in battle. Sure we can share words as equal as we shared the battlefield? Don’t let the fur on my shoulders drive you away from the honest words. Generals learn the best from their men, because those men often see things we on horses don’t. You’ve seen the enemy’s rage, fire. Generals spectate from afar, admire the clash without swinging their blades. Such a fine blade hangs on Sidak’s side, it is shame not to bloody it. – he talked absent and observed the rodent in his hand which grey color changed on candle light.

– Aye Sir. It is a quality steel Sidak has… So are the Kolatony rapiers and spears that struck our men. – I twitched back and burped when Katos giggled and moved his eyes back on the tiny animal.

– You’ll be a fine General one day if you have stomach for it. Ramgorians will help you get there. Sula is a Goddess of Fear. Her guidance will make you anticipate the attacks, make you anxious. Anxiety will teach you to pay attention to details, have everything in control and react when decisions are the most needed. Don’t chase her away from your dreams. It would be a mistake many will pay with their lives. Befriend her and if needed, bed her. Ramgore knows she haven’t had a man in centuries. – he kept speaking tentative, slightly aggravated and uneasy.

– Ha, bed her. – I proned a wide smile and took another sip from horn, – I wonder what happened to Ramgores that led to their extinction?

– A war, like everybody else. They changed the battlefield by inhabiting our dreams. Nothing can hurt them there. They will live forever. They did what many Kingdoms are trying to do as we speak. They shown us that there is afterlife. We believe it that, in them like we will be granted pass to their world, but more and more I am getting convinced that there is no empty holsters that could hold me and my wrong doings. – he now swung his head about looking the sleeping men and the window where spider web stood motionless.

– You seem anxious too. May I ask why? – I broke my eyebrow in half and set a distance so I can see him sitting with a restless knee bumping the floor, – Could it be that you await for someone to come through that door? A friend? A woman?… A Kolatony Pegasus Rider? – my last question stilled him in one spot where he appeared made of stone, – Sula did thought me a few things by now. Fears often speak of future, sometimes of betrayal and Sula doesn’t portrays lies in my dreams. – my soft voice was like a Sidak’s blade piercing through his mind.

– What did she showed you? – he asked hiding his face in his shoulder where words sounded muted and threatening, but drink responded out of me.

– Man in front of the Kolatony charge uphill ran in the same way as you my General charged at the Royal Archers few hours ago. Few horns loosened me up and opened my vision where in drunken naps I’ve seen my nightmares in bright colors, same way I saw you rushing to kill the last Rider who could’ve tell your secret. You had to silence them before we silenced you. A normal spy is not bothered by a few Royal Riders that don’t know him. You are much more sir. They are Kolatony Royalty and if they know your face, that means you are one of theirs… Who are you Katos? – my attitude spoke more than words where my expression fixed on the General demanded answers and arm fell to meat knife on the table.

I squeezed the horn, got ready to stick him with it first and then pick up a knife and cut his throat. Katos pulled his head among arms, breathed out and gently set the mouse free from his grip.

– See these crumbs. Men are like that. Similar to each other even if every crumb is different by size and shape. These crumbs will not make you full, but it will feed a family of mice. Men are the same. Too small for death, too big for life. Sula thought you well, even I laid few good advices, but that is not enough to save you. She laughed in your dreams, because she knew against whom do you stand and I had no heart coming out to you. My name doesn’t matter, you don’t matter, we don’t matter and nobody matters. No one will ascend to Ramgorian after we die. – he turned tentative and I hesitated to strike him, – I told you all of the things, because I want you to live. You are far better man than those that lead this army. – he said when a torch passed the window and I knew his men came for him.

– Would you think the same when we meet on the battlefield?

– Yes, I will, but I pray to Ramgorians to not let that happen, because you saw me coming. – he said slowly getting on his feet and stepping aside the table.

– If you let me live on the battlefield, I will get my chance of killing you. – I said it with anger which have missed to catch on to the Katos’s face which stopped at the moment before shutting the door of the tavern.

– You saw me lead an army. Who leads the Kolatony Royal Army? A General, a prince or a King himself? Whoever leads that army, wouldn’t be tempted to kill his own son on the expense of victory. – he said and I froze, – You have Sula, I have Tadnir at my side.

– The God of Destiny. – I murmured eyes opened wide at a man who claimed to be a Kolatony King and claimed me his son.

– I’ve seen how this ends years before I’ve met you. I just wanted to see, does my son wants to join me. I’ll be at the place where all of this started. It is only reasonable if it also ends there. – Katos said and screeching door slammed shut behind him, then a horse howler flew along with flapping wings of Pegasus he rode on.


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