a frail-memory

Lorad continued to contemplate the scene of the barren land before him. He finally regained consciousness after a few moments and moved in front of the window, but this time he did not return to bed. Instead, he quickly went downstairs, passing through the long stairs, which caused him a headache due to the creaking sound.

" Damn it " Step after step, he continued to descend until he reached a mirror, half of which had been destroyed a long time ago. He turned his head slightly and looked at the unshattered part. A tall, slightly frail young man appeared before him, with pale skin and long gray hair that reached his shoulders. It looked as if he hadn't taken care of her for a while. His gray eyes looked strangely calm with a hint of madness, and he was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt covered in dirt.

Lorad did not care at all about his current appearance and put his foot on the last step of stairs before finally reaching a spacious hall. It was one of the halls with a the strange design and he stopped at a large, broken table.

lorad continued to look around for a while without changing anything, but his feelings were not affected until something seemed to happen.

The pieces of the table began to move and come together to reveal the shape of a long obsidian table, with eleven high-backed chairs arranged on both sides in a symmetrical order, with one chair on one end of the long table. The back of each chair flashes with different marks formed from the lines.

But this was not the only change. Everything inside the house began to look new again. It seemed that the house itself began to shake, its tilted shape returned to normal, and the black stone returned to its shine as if new. The house looked brand new, neither inside or out.

"Can't you hurry up a little, I'm hungry." Lorad never cared about the change in front of him. He had gotten used to seeing this every day in the past weeks and months. All he cared about now was that with everything returning to its clean and tidy appearance, the food he had relied on to survive all this time would return as well.

Lorad did not understand what was really going on, if this was the house's attempt to return to the past before the destruction, or the house was trying to renew itself. He did not care why or how. Quite simply, it is true that he was desperate, but he was afraid of death. He would take advantage of any opportunity to survive.

" finally ! " Lorad did not hesitate or think twice before sitting on a chair at the end of the table. He looked around and noticed the delicious food that appeared out of nowhere , He took a spoon from the side, filled it with the brown liquid, and put it in his mouth. He enjoyed the sweet taste a little, then began to finish the plate of soup placed in front of him.

But his mind was consumed with something that had nothing to do with food, which ruined his enjoyment of eating. As soon as he put the second spoon in his mouth, a kind of fear swept through him, and he found himself captured by parts of memories that resurfaced from the depths of his mind despite his attempt to suppress them , In particular, a certain memory remained stuck, bothering him with its elusiveness. It was one memory, one damned memory, but it was the thing he most wanted to erase from his memory, the memory of his arrival here.

....

The sun rose high in the sky, and its rays illuminated the image of the wall rising from the ground to the heights of the sky. The wall was about 100 meters long, and it surrounded an entire large city. Small and large cannons were stationed at its summit along the wall, some aiming at the ground and others directing their barrels toward the sky. People wearing black armor could be seen carrying out intense patrols above the wall.

The city extended over vast areas and covered many valleys, mountains, plateaus and plains. It was not possible to truly measure its area. If you look at it, you can see that the wall not only surrounds it, but penetrates into it and divides it into four sections , North, south, east and west, with an area in the middle that was much smaller than them, but it was the most beautiful. The area was different in every way, as there were only green spaces, which looked incredibly beautiful.

The areas surrounded a single white castle, which stood tall with its own special design. Most of it was covered with decorations, and many names were carved in incomprehensible writing or language on the huge door made of alabaster. It was a beautiful and majestic sight.

In the northern section , many long houses spread. Most of them resembled palaces, but none rivaled the White Castle in its sophistication and prestige, in one of the houses far from the majestic castle and close to the wall , one can see the image of a young man with gray eyes, with gold-rimmed glasses, with his short, well-styled gray hair, wearing a shirt that looks expensive.

"Master Lorad, wake up. It's already morning." A gentle and ethereal voice echoed from outside the room. He didn't answer for a while before answering, "I'm awake." Lorad continued to look on with a blank look. He had always been a proud person and liked to show off, but not today. He was nervous, and even more so, afraid and terrified. It was today that his fate would be decided. He sighed as he walked out of the room, "Not as if There is something I can do."