back to the real world: through the eyes of a mortal

the night is the mouth of a beast....

the sky is like a ladder out of this world....

the ground proof that we mortals can't fly.....

dreams are the drug to keep us under control....

love is a chain to the prisoners of a mundane world....

hatred the essence of our inner humanity....

blood, bones, dust, iron, rage, sweat, tears, fire, all of those are us....

the world wasn't meant to have an owner. and even so the moment humans learned to improve themselves, was the moment they took over the world.

the ability to think or intelligence doesn't mean wisdom. of wise men is made a graveyard as they rot on the past, of fools is every kingdom.

wisdom isn't power. wisdom is just a key to see beyond a forbidden door. those who open that door either die by the hands of fools, or become insane on their wisdom.

so much to learn. so little that actually matters. so much to know. secrets of the world you will take to the grave in order to give peace to others. or else you will see. oh if it isn't easy to be human, it isn't easy to live on a society of fools.

in a night like today the world smells like ashes, the earth is cold like a corpse. in a day like today an officer of the law drives his car. the man in question is no one, or nobody. a man who isn't related to the main story, or isn't part of it jet.

an officer of the law on a patrol. a man with a story that starts now. it is now that he is introduce and it is now that he becomes relevant. but no, this is not a tale nor an origin. what is about to be told is nothing less, nothing more than an introduction.

later will there be an origin story, or he may had his own tale somewhere else. but now lets concentrate on this night. not the man, but the night he will experience.

the world that is dominated by the actual Gods is different. but not on a peaceful way. it isn't perfect. also there is an enmity among the actual Deities, a dispute for territory. not as severe as the dispute against the old Gods, those who became mostly a myth.

there are more ancient Deities, those whose names had being mostly forgotten. the Deities who are now seemed as pagan Gods. Deities who ruled over the first nations. those who came from the ancient nations, the nations that are less than ruins now.

back to the original story. the police officer is driving. he smokes a cigar. on the window he looks at the outside. the humans are too predictable when is about crime. and they are too scary when they aren't predictable. that is how the job is.

the police officer looks at the cars. he counts the time. he hopes for nothing to happen, so he can go back home soon. he has no family, no wife, no son, nor lover. he wants to go back to rest. maybe watch the soccer as he drinks a beer, or two.

the work is too boring. the man became a policeman because he wanted to be a hero. with time he learned there are no Heroes. there is nothing beyond the mundane. work is just work. those are the nights, and better are the days.

there are some ambulance sirens. the policeman carefully drives. he moves at a side. as he keeps moving. there are some red lights. he stops his car. he closes his eyes. the city becomes a loud annoying place. he is so tired of this world.

before the lights turn green, he hears a loud noise. there is a shooting. he takes his gun out of the car glove box. holding the gun he looks back. he seems some guys on a green car shooting at others on a yellow car. the policeman follows them.

the guys on the green car shoot at him. the policeman shoots back at them. he smiles feeling enjoyment for his job, for the first time he can use his rusty gun. the yellow car crushes on another car. the green car stops. they keep shooting.

the policeman gets out of his car. he walks careful shooting at the suspects. the green car starts to move. the policeman shoots at the driver. the car crushes. the suspects run away holding guns. the policeman follows them. he calls for backup.

the policeman follows two of the suspects. one of them turns around. they shoot at each other. the guy falls wounded. the policeman keeps running. he wants to stop all the suspects by himself. he is feeling the adrenaline of facing a dangerous man.

there is a person walking on the street. it seems to be an old man well dressed. this man ignores what is happening around of him. the suspect grabs the man by the collar. the suspect uses the old man as a shield.

the policeman feels afraid, as he asks the armed man to drop his weapon. the suspect warns him if he doesn't stay back. he threats him with shooting the innocent man. the policeman feels pressure by the threats. he is shaking with fear.

then there is a Bang.

the policeman fearfully looks. the suspect had shot the old man. but there was no wound on the old man. the suspect pushes the old man. he shoots multiple times. there is no wound.

the old man takes a bullet from the floor. in a finger snap, the bullet hits the suspect on the stomach with enough strength to hurt, but it didn't penetrated his body. the suspect falls on the floor. he passes out.

the policeman follows the old man. he asks the old man how he did it. the old man turns around looking younger. he holds a wooden cane. the old man plays with his beard. he saw something interesting on the police officer.

"there is something fun about you. I will give you a clue. Son of Sun. follow the rainbow and you may find the golden coins of the leprechaun. now follow the clue, and you may find Godhood."

"sir I don't understand."

"Son of Sun is the clue to Godhood, immortality, Hero like abilities, and many more things. but there is a price to pay like in everything. just give your soul away and you will be the owner of the world."

the old man snaps his fingers. a towel falls on top of him. he disappear like a magician. is like if he was never there on the first place. the policeman was in shock.

later when more police officers came. they took care of the other criminals. the policeman we are following went to a bar. in there he drank keeping it a secret. he was afraid that he will be call an insane man, if he talks about it.

as he was drinking beer. a man talked to another about Son of Sun. the policeman got curious as he remembers what happened earlier. he asked about Son of Sun. a younger man explains to him about the games. the policeman felt even more curiosity.

there is no way in hell the old man was lying. there must be something wrong, or at least strange about Son of Sun. something that can do magic.

the policeman takes his phone out. he starts to search for more about Son of Sun. he wanted to know things. like who created that company, or accidents related to it.

the policeman gets out of the bar. he can barely walk. he is so intoxicated by the liquor. he walks on the streets. he can't even see well enough to drive. he will walk around of the city till he passes out. he laughs like crazy.

as the policeman walks around of the city. longer seems to be the night. darker seems to be the sky. the world is no longer what it was, is at night that the world changes. the world takes a new shape. or was it always like this.

of the world I am unsure, of humanity doubtful, of the future curious, jet I await with patience for what may be of what used to be. you must await, in order to find the answer of the calling. be aware that there are more questions, than answers.

the policeman takes a cigar pack. he puts a cigar on his lips. the world can be cruel, the world can be dangerous, but it isn't enough to hurt him. as a policeman he walks with a small protection from the badge. of course his actions are also part of any outcome.

there is a shadow lurking around of shades, shades of purely dark souls. the shadow takes steps of echoes, the echo of the wind, the wind that turns silent after a step. the shadow merges with another shadows. the night is the perfect camouflage.

the policeman aware of the shadow, he is curious to know what is the shadow's game. it is no power nor supernatural bullshit, a keen sense of hearing is his advantage. the policeman doubts of malice, to be the cause of the shadow's intentions.

the policeman walks on a dead end. he turns around slowly. proving that he knows, also that he doesn't want any fight. he puts his gun on the floor. he then kicks it far away. the shadow finally comes forwards, the shadow is no longer a shadow, but a man.

the man keeps his face hidden under a mask. the man shows a sinister laughter. he takes a step forward. he keeps himself away from the cop. he knows what he can do if he is too close to the cop. he wants to avoid an accident.

the masked man, the mysterious shadow. the mortal looks up at the moon. the moon is so bright like no other light. the cautious man sighs. he sighs with relief like if he had awaken from a nightmare. bright is the beauty he finds on the simplicity of the night.

the shadow asks a question to the cop. there is no right answer, nor wrong answer. there is just knowledge or lack of it. the cop with ignorance answers. and then the answer became the truth that the shadow seeks. the shadow smiled at it.

"well done mortal. well done. as you, I once was mortal, now I don't know what am I. I no longer am human, nor am I strong enough to be a demigod. jet here I am. in the middle."

said the shadow with a deep creepy voice.

"Christian is the name. how can I find the Secret treasures of Son of Sun."

said the cop with a stupid smile.

"well Christian I will help. oh boy, you will regret your choice."

said the shadow with melancholy.

the shadow returns to the shadows. he moves on the darker sides of the city. then among other shadows disappears, or that is what it looks like.

Christian feels confuse. this is a strange night. the world isn't as small nor simple as he thought it was. it is stranger, it is full of mysteries. the world burns through the eyes of a mortal like Christian. he is now part of the war and he doesn't even know it.

the wind knocks on the door....

a secret is meant to die on close lips....

the horn of war is taken from the wall...

fire is meant to burn, not to heal....

the screams of the innocent, are the calling of tomorrow...

a child cries, as well the world must cry.....

sinister isn't the night, but is what it keeps locked...

the wolves with hunger are marching....

war is coming, my soldiers are awaiting.....