Canto III
My thoughts became absolute. I walked off from the house with my scorched bag filled with clean clothes and some food what had grown in the Land of Iron. I remember back when my mother always use to sew this bag, so my friends won't be disgraced when I'm being around them. She always had smile and love which she always spoiled me with. "I will come back mother and pay all your worries up!" I thought to myself while walking in the shadows of the moon. It was dark and cold like most of the days around here. It felt like I wanted to obtain these treasures for the purpose of my own gains. I felt like if I had that kind of power by my side I was going to be untouchable.
From the moment on, I didn't care about anything but to reach these points which I had set for myself. I path had been halfway through the Land of Iron, the Iron Gates is about half the road I had walked from the place I rest. Every one of my moments I spent with questioning myself: "How will I find these treasures? Where should I start my search?." Most of all, I was concerned about being alone and taking this journey on myself. When I took my walk in the shadows of death, I had my friends surrounding me, providing me with the feeling of protection. Now, I was alone with food lasting almost for half a week.
By the time I got to the Iron Gates, I saw someone approaching from the woods, as we got closer to each other, it seemed more like a group. My mind snapped and I had remember my father's arrival should be around. As an army coming closer to the gates, my heart has beaten heavier and faster. My legs couldn't move. "What has got into me?" One of their man has spotted me, but he just couldn't make out who was standing there. I felt like an enormous weight dropping on me. "I got to free myself!"
The army was already by the gates and one of my father's man was about to greet me, with a providing hand. I couldn't stop myself from going berserk. The man saw the heat boiling up inside me like I was about to turn into a bull. The battle cry I have let out covered up the whole village. I felt my blood boiling through my veins, followed by heavy breathing. My position being equal to invincible. I grabbed my halberd off my back, I couldn't control my actions. I had swung my halberd down, taking his hands off from his shoulder.
I felt a tense fire burning inside of me, like I'm fighting for my survival. In the momentum, every possible move had flashed before my eyes. I felt like it already went down, but in reality it just had began. "The book!" But there wasn't time for second thoughts. A slash and stab had accomplished, but it wasn't me in a sense. My hands felt like chains had wrapped around it. "Damn you, who left this book for generations!" I felt like I had became cursed, but with an unimaginable force. I had fear inside of me, such as this curse might take over me, but I barely felt this feelings. It had keep fading and getting dark inside of me, my inside becoming a bull, mightiness saw its light for go unloose. "I became its servant." The man had came at me, but I had fear for loosing my life, so I didn't drop it as on realizing this curse over me. My mind fading from existence, I saw thirst for power burning inside of me.
I had a hard grip on my halberd and I had hit my companions weapon out, and his soul has fallen like a flower in the falls. "Please son, stop this madness!" Suddenly I felt like his love coming over my cold stone heart, but it wasn't strong enough to hold me down. He dropped from his white horse, looked at his slaughtered man, with a rather sad face. "I had promised their wives of a safe journey and look, they all came home without a word."
The moon hadn't moved from its place, but it started blowing. My father had looked at me with sorrowfulness. "Dante, I let you leave without any harm." I looked down, to these people laying on the ground with no motion. Their body looked cold, without any feel of presence. "Your book had came over me, my father." I could never forget my father's words. "A share curse will never take will over a pure heart, Dante."
He never calls my first name. I felt like carrying millions of weight over my shoulder, my halberd became heavier then ever. But suddenly a man, crying out for his friend had the will of taking my soul from me, no doubt. The man already taking his chances of killing me had stopped by my protector, but he was on the wrong end. I couldn't stop my actions in time, another soul has bit my blade. Laying on the ground, I couldn't bare thoughts "What have I done?" The moon begone of light and the world became dark infront of my eyes.
My eyes opened, with chains and locks holding me. For the moment I was scared for my life , but it became clear that my death was absolute. The next thing I realized, I was walking over to my forsakes. Without a flower to be happy for, dreams being crushed, I had walked my path. While growing up in the Lands of Iron, I had never see what I'm about to experience. It should be kept like that, without any harm like myself.
Walked me up on the porch, I saw my father in the distance. I saw him taking his eyes on my deathbed, I cried. I wasn't crying for my own sake but, because I knew how hard is for a father to see its own child's death. I always wanted my father to see a smile on his wrinkly face. My face, full of tears turned into joy of having my father's love. I felt his warm heart beside me, from my early ages, a caring, a joyous father. My father's had reached for the last time, like he'll never kiss his child another goodbye. Before my death blow, I heard my mother crying her lungs out, but for the time, it was to late. Her son had lost his light in his eyes.
Resentful Dark...It's me again...reaching out for me...thy vision enriched...I'm keep falling...my sentence has been made...calls out for me...my hope has became poor...he made it to me, but he's pulling me up? Why are you pulling such despite? It doesn't answer my questions. I feel my myself once again, like waking up from a dream full of evil. The light had disappeared once again, and that little hope had gone with it, but still I can feel myself. Suddenly I'm grasping for air, and I open my eyes. My view fills with rather darkness, but the feelings around me doesn't lie. I start touching, moving my hands around me. "What has taken place?"
Without thinking, pushing the top of my casket while grasping for air, soil comes rushing in. I quickly start digging my way out from my doom. I finally reach the top, which I had never imagined again, ever in my life. "A second chance?" But I was more overwhelmed with the point of being alive. My heart became full of passion, and happiness. I sat down next to my grave, and I felt a book. I started wonder if the book has to do something with such madness. My mind running through reasons which didn't matter, I'm alive. But still, my consciousness became ravelled of the book's treasures. I feel like it's me who became the character.
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