ENTRY X
I walked down the cobblestone road, the street was decorated. Many times in the past have I walked down these roads, but this faithful evening everything would change. I didn't know that, but my life will change. The street was empty.
On one of many billboards I saw a poster, the poster read:
KOTEI AND HIS RETAINERS ARE SEARCHING FOR VALIANT HEROES THAT WILL JOIN THEIR CAMPAIGN.
A figure in red walked, silently, across the street.
I turned.
The figure moved a step, turned on his heel and spoke in a strange accent:
"Whatever you do, don't join Kotei and his retainers."
"Why?" I lifted my eyebrow.
"He will lose."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm more than sure."
"How is that so?"
"He won't lose the war…"
"What then?"
"His days are numbered."
"How, speak?"
"See for yourself," the man's hand moved. "There time is almost over."
The scene changed.
Kotei and his retainers were defeated on the upcoming battles.
We stood in silence, until I looked at the dragon that ascended into the heavens. The man in red turned. I lowered my head.
"This is just a vision," my voice was calm.
"Maybe," the man replied, "or time moved forward."
"Who knows?"
"Look around yourself."
"Nothing has changed."
"True, your son would have been born."
"Son? How do you know?"
"I'm everything and nothing, I see and hear everything. I'm a wanderer, nothing more."
I stood silent. I had a lot more to do. I always had something to do.
The man turned once more and left.
"What's with the dragon?"
"He's just a transporter."
"What's that all got to do with me?"
"You would have risen high."
I walked across the frozen street. I waited for the Warden to appear, he wanted urgently to meet. I stood near the main square, looking at the ordinary world as they passed, doing their business and daily routines. My cape moves with the periodical beating of the wind. The stone wall looked promising; I moved to it and placed my left boot, which was made from deer skin, on the freshly dried wall. I didn't care. I waited. The world, around me, moved, I looked at the women with firm breasts. There were a few that returned the favor. I waited.
Ammon appeared from one of the many prominent inns. His red nose cheerfully smelled the polluted city air. It was a common sight. The people didn't bother to complain, they didn't have anywhere better to go. The sudden rise of industry was to blame for the pollution. It was spreading like a wildfire.
I continued to wait.
Ammon walked down the street, saw me and hurried to me.
I moved forward.
He started a cheerful song:
"Oh, at the grove, at the Dalvira
Nightingale chirping!
He is his whole bird
The nest is called.
Some of them and some of them
Nightingale chirping!
He has his whole bird
The nest is called.
Oh, at the grove, at the Dalvira
There is music playing.
Bass is buzzing, the violin cries
My dear is walking.
Some of them and some of them
There is music playing.
Bass is buzzing, the violin cries
Nice dear walks
Oh, at the grove, at the Dalvira
I stand alone.
I cry, I'm tired, I still weeping
Cute for you
Some of them and some of them
Nightingale chirping!
He has his whole bird
The nest is called.
"Whose horse stands,
What a gray griffin
Liked me
I liked it
That girlfriend.
Not that girl
How beautiful is white.
Serve a girlfriend
Give it a good one
On the horse's armchair.
The girl came up
Ruchenka filed.
Oh, I'd be better off
Oh, I'd be better
Love did not know.
Love-love
From evening to early.
How the sun comes down
How the sun comes down
Love goes away."
The street was silent.
"You," I broke the silence first. "You of all people, here?"
"And why not, the world is small?" Ammon replied.
"True."
"Have you heard about Blondline and Fourbette?"
"No."
"Some traveler you are."
"Do tell."
"Let's go back to the inn."