Fourteen

He kicked the thought aside and kept on walking. He was close to Ninus' tomb. A part of him was partly glad that he had been attacked by those birds. If he hadn't been, he wouldn't be where he was at that moment.

Like he might had rested on the way or would had been weary. He wasn't so sure though but he knew that there was no iota of truth in that.

Of course he could its ray flickering over his consciousness. He wished that he could reach for him and make a sane judgement. Partly ridiculous. 

He walked past the tomb occasionally looking at its gate. There were only few places with gates in the whole of Rome, especially speaking of his own village. The emperor's castle, the temples and Ninus' tomb. Other places did have no guard to them. Probably they were guarded by some forces whose clothes had never been washed. He smiled. 

He shouldn't be smiling. He had also heard that in Athens that there was a Ninus' tomb there too. He would had loved to go there. He had heard about the myth of some lovers who somewhat were buried there when their affairs the wrong way. 

He threw the thoughts aside and looked at his left towards were the promiscuous lady had waited on him. He had liked her in the first place, but he remembered the first question she  asked him. He wished that she didn't ask his brother the same thing. 

He yet didn't know what he would do to her immediately he get there but he would fight his way around it. Twas not meant to be a mill around his neck. Time would be very eager to dictate such actions. Of course and he would have his way. As simply as it would come. 

He noticed that there was a recent mark made on the tree. He should go and check it. He had forgotten what that did mean. He had seen it in few other places but couldn't remember what it did stand for anymore. Probably because he had been thinking too much. 

When he would be returning from warning and telling the crazy lady to stay away from his family, he would have enough time to do whatever he wanted to do. Even if he would love to sleep Lao Tzu's monument, he would. 

He walked on and took the turn. He kept housing the throbbing thoughts. They seemed to be enriched of course. That was what it was.   

Then at once, it seemed like a scale just fell off his eyes or he hadn't been paying a close attention to what he had been seeing. 

There was no hut ahead of him. He was confused. He hadn't been that confused ever. 

He didn't know if he had taken the wrong turn. That should be the problem. Probably because of the odd encounter he had had with the birds, he had missed his way. Missed his way?

That seemed ridiculous. How possibly would he had missed his way. He wasn't kinda romper or a shaver. He shouldn't miss his way. Plus he didn't remember knowing that there were two Ninus' tomb in Rome. He knew of one and he had just walked past it and he even saw the three. He must be stupid to had thought that he had missed his way. He was sorry for saying that about himself. 

He turned to be sure if the plain he had seen when he had came them and the heaps of sand were still there. Of course they were. Then he turned again to look at where he had seen the hut the first place he came there. There was the hut there. 

What was happening to him? When he had looked in the first place, the hut had not been there, but looking away then at it again, he could see it. 

He had no idea what to owe that to. He wanted to owe it so many a things. Like he was drunk or the pain of the claws of the Raven had caused him the harm. He wasn't sure. 

Held in the thoughts, the heard screeching from behind him but before he could wave the twig, the raven flew past him and he lost his hold on the twig. 

He was quite shocked the Raven didn't perch on him, neither did it trace its claws across his body. Maybe that was something he was supposed to celebrate. As funny as it did seem, there were lots of things knitted at its tail. 

He was sure to take not of where the Raven was flying towards. He was going to hunt it. That he had hit the first, then he must hit the second too. Whether or not twould disappear was never his problem. He just wanted the birds to know that they had simply fucked with him, Jimin, the wrong person. 

He kept walking. Briskly that time. His sandal was heavy but his heart and hibernated head was light. He wished that he had been like that since beginning of it all, he would had been at the base of the whole shit. He probably would had been on his way home or might be at the tree checking out was wrong or what stray hound had been let loose either by nature or will. 

He saw the Raven enter the hut. Hell! He walked more than briskly at that time. He wished that he could disappear, but he was still learning that art. Sooner or later, he would be able to have his way around it. He would make a girdle and have the world of spiritualism in his hand. 

He got to the front of the hut and hesitated. He didn't know what to do. Whether to knock or break the door. 

He knocked instead. He was a man and shouldn't be afraid of the things which were unknown. 

"Come in."

He heard the lady's voice. That was the time for the deal of course. 

He pushed the door, it creaked, then he stepped in. 

As he stepped, he almost quaked and fall at what he saw. His throat blurped and his brain did sweat. He didn't think he would be able to do what he went there for. 

He looked towards his erection, the haughty guy was already ready for action. Why was the lady like that. 

She spoke.