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Trampling the grass, step by step, I am walking in the fields of this place, my hands in my pockets and my head lowered down. Maybe it's the mist, but it might also be the mystic sadness that possess this place.
As I am walking on the soft grass, trampling it just like it was trampled before, the rain taps on my shoulders silently. I never turned around, because I knew that it was the cold rain, but I did hope that someone would join me in this abandoned place, a place that has just recently healed from its wounds and bruises.
In the mist, the same mist that is trying to cover my eyes from the events that once took place, afraid of anyone revealing the secrets of this place, I can hear the voices and hymns of small and insignificant soldiers, crying out for a savior, a savior they know that will not come for them. I can hear screams of falling and failing men, as the cold metal pierces their skin. I can hear the men who trampled the grass below me, just as I am trampling now.
As I gaze through the mist, my eyes capture the illusions of the past, the story-teller of the earth, here to help already doomed humans to amend themselves. At least they can try. I think they deserve to try.
However, it is too late for them to amend themselves.
As they stood, looking at the disappearing sunset, that does no longer reside above these healing fields, they vanished among the crowds of diminishing slaves, letting their magic degrade and grind along with time.
Their bodies no longer lie here, like they did eons ago, just beside the dismantled infernal siege equipment.
At first the mist wouldn't accept me as a partner in secret. At first it tried to spoil my efforts, but the mist soon accepted me.
Gradually, I started feeling strange, and I felt something penetrating my body. It was the mist, revealing its secrets to me. Soon enough, I felt moisture entering my body, each particle passing through the tissues, into my body, injecting clarity.
Something changed. The mist was getting slightly lighter, but that was not the point. The voices and faces that I heard became clearer and louder. I could understand what they were screaming. I did understand. I knew already what happened from tales, but never was this so real.
The screeching voices of soldiers of yesterday seemed more vivid than the sight of the terrain I saw, before the mist concealed it from my eyes.
“Stand In formation. Soldiers first, Archers in the back, Mounted soldiers at sides.”
Was the first vivid sentence I heard.
Right afterwards came: “Commander, that is suicide. Y... you... you know, if we attack now, none of us survive. I have children and home, Sir. I want... I... I want to live.”
Right after then, the sounds became faces, and soon figures.
I surely was off guard, trying to figure out what was going on around me, since what happened next did surprise me.
After hearing soldiers march, I saw that something was getting closer, stampeding my way. At first I didn't understand what it was, but then I heard it neighing. I realized it was a horse, but it was not just a horse, it was a war-horse with an archer mounted on it.
The horse was coming my way. I tried to run, but I couldn't. The mist has soothed my muscles until decadence and numbed my nerves.
Right before the horsed reached to me, something even more bizarre happened.
Without any kind of warning, I felt something going through my body, something heavy and metallic. As something passed my body, I saw light coming out of me, just for a second, but to me it seemed everlasting. When it was over, I then knew that the feeling was over. Something was no longer inside of me. But what was it?
It was even shorter until I found out.
The horse was very near, ready to trample me, exactly like I trampled the grass below me; Exactly like in the cycle of life: Trample and be trampled.
However, that wasn't my fate. Soon enough, a man in metallic armor appeared and stabbed the horse. The horse, as an act of final strength, raised his legs, bicycled them for a second, neighed a last neigh and fell down to the earth, throwing the archer onto the ground, killing him instantly.
I knew that what was passing through me was the man. That moment I realized that I was a spectator in this place.
After this, everything seemed so tense and fast, everything was happening and fading at the same time, as if the mist is telling me that my time is limited here.
I saw three soldiers, leaning on their swords, tired, looking at the sun above them, as it fades away quietly. They seemed desperate and dispirited, as if the eagle of their hope will never fly again. They were now insignificant, they were meaningless parts of a collective, a collective that could exist even without them. Soon it will exist without them. At least, at least the mist spread its veil upon them, its shield that protects them, protects from dying more than one time. The mist scattered a bit and lightened its density, so I could see them better. I still saw the same image, of the three broken men.
I kept looking at them, but they couldn't see me. The clouds, part of the mist, ran back and forth, blurring and clearing the figures of the men. Suddenly, I heard a horn, the same horn of a train, as if something came to take them away. Was it the mist? Or maybe the Angel of Death? I had no idea. I still don't know.
Just as fast as they appeared, they were gone.
Everything was cloudy and blurry. The mist was deep in my eyes and it engulfed the whole surrounding. Suddenly, I heard loud voices of plenty men, crying their battle cries, “Charge!” 'Ahhhhh”. They were roaring all the way to their end.
The mist was getting clearer, until I saw that I was on the verge of a battlefield. Two armies' forces clashed one another. Men from both sides pierces their fellow humans with cold blades, slaying their souls.
The rain stopped by then, but the air was still moist and smelled like rain.
I came closer to the battlefield. I came so close that I was nearly inside the carnage, yet I was so far away.
There were fireballs dropping out of the sky, just like in the tales of Evermore. I looked behind me and I saw that the balls of fire were flaming rocks.
With each breath I took, ever since I came closer to the battlefront, I inhaled smoke and sulfur that came out of the flaming darts that passed through my body, onto someone else's. The shame was that he was unknown to me. Unknown to me and to the second army. Yet, he was gone forever.
I saw the massive siege equipment, the great catapults and other unknown devices, meant for killing the enemy. I saw the equipment everyone hail and praise, maybe for its grandiose power.
It started raining again. It did not bother the men from fighting, nor it stopped the fireballs from dropping, or the flame darts from burning the victims of their shooters.
I kept on gazing at them, wondering the real reason for their war. I would have kept on gazing, if it wasn't for a hand that was put on my shoulder.
I looked behind me. I was surprised, because I thought that I was only watching, and cannot be seen.
When I turned around I saw a beautiful lady. Her hair was red as a rose and her face features were pleasant to watch. She wore a white, long gown. She smiled at me and moved closer, holding my hand and watching the field with me. She did not say a word, and neither did I. I liked her. There was something calming in her, something divine.
I started hearing howls coming from the clouds above, and the rain's tapping seemed more coherent and more arranged, forming a certain beat. The wind that came along, whistled, sometimes very loud, in a periodical beat. I thought that it was a song.
I asked the lady beside me. She only smiled and said: “This is the rain song”.
The war was still going on and I still gazed at them. I asked the lady why they are fighting, only to be answered with: “Why do humans fight?”. I did not answer her, but the options were clear to me. I only asked: “What can be done?”, hoping for a new understanding of the situation. She answered me: “Nothing. You cannot change their nature.”. I saw that coming, but I still asked.
Soon enough, the battle was over. Just a flash, and thousands of soldiers laid on the ground, dead. I appalled at the sight. I was in the middle of scene of the carnage. They were all armed, but this was still a carnage, just like any other war was carnage. Their bodies were bleeding and cut, their faces terrified and afraid. I looked some more and I saw many dead horses on the ground, and that moment I felt dreading sadness taking over me. The lady was still with me, yet unlike me, she did not seem frightened or shocked as I was. I did not say a word. I wondered if this was a battle for protecting Evermore, or maybe it was an internal dispute. I did not know, but one thing was sure. This war took many lives.

Suddenly, the lady smiled at me, held my hand even tighter and said: “Come with me.”
I did not object and let her lead me.
We walked towards the new-appearing mist, far from the battlefield, until we were deep inside of it.
The lady finally stopped, and so did I.. She turned to me and put her hand on my forehead. She gently, with a smile, lowered her hand and closed my eyes. I felt something happening. When I opened my eyes, she was no longer there, and I was no longer in the field.
I was inside a small, well lightened room, where two people were playing chess. I looked at them, and then at the chess board, and I saw that the pawns, the standard pawns, looked remarkably like the types of soldiers in the battle field. Some of them, at least.
I looked again at the two men, and I noticed that they have crowns on their heads, and then I knew who they were and what they were doing. Was it for fun, or maybe that is the true magic of Evermore? Was this a hoax, or was everything that happen on the battlefield directed from here? What happened next was unbelievable.
The two men rose, and the victorious man took a sword and stabbed the losing man in the belly. The losing man did not object. He let him stab him. I couldn't believe what I saw. Afterwards the winner took the crown of the dead loser and turned it somehow to a ring, and put it on his hand.
That was the moment that tears flooded my eyes.
Suddenly, everything was gone. For a second everything was black, and then I found myself, somehow, back in the field.
The mist was gone, and everything else did too. All there was left, was green grass and the rain. Everything was normal and there were no bodies or men. The lady was gone, too. I looked around me, and I think I saw something for a second, but I think I was mistaken.
I think that what happened was real.
I think that the mist was done telling me its secrets and maybe it felt that it's time for me to leave.
I looked around me, again, still thinking. Soon enough I told myself that I shouldn't dwell on something that was over. I said thanks to the mist, turned around to the direction I came from and took a deep breath. I put my hands back into my pockets and didn't lower me head.

Now I am walking home, as I walk I am trampling the grass once again, step by step.

I am still watching you, young man. I never told you, but I am the mist. Thank you for listening.
Farewell.

The End

Description
Trampling the grass, step by step, I am walking in the fields of this place, my hands in my pockets and my head lowered down. Maybe it's the mist, but it might also be the mystic sadness that possess this place.
As I am walking on the soft grass, trampling it just like it was trampled before, the rain taps on my shoulders silently. I never turned around, because I knew that it was the cold rain, but I did hope that someone would join me in this abandoned place, a place that has just recently healed from its wounds and bruises.
In the mist, the same mist that is trying to cover my eyes from the events that once took place, afraid of anyone revealing the secrets of this place, I can hear the voices and hymns of small and insignificant soldiers, crying out for a savior, a savior they know that will not come for them. I can hear screams of falling and failing men, as the cold metal pierces their skin. I can hear the men who trampled the grass below me, just as I am trampling now.
As I gaze through the mist, my eyes capture the illusions of the past, the story-teller of the earth, here to help already doomed humans to amend themselves. At least they can try. I think they deserve to try.
However, it is too late for them to amend themselves.
As they stood, looking at the disappearing sunset, that does no longer reside above these healing fields, they vanished among the crowds of diminishing slaves, letting their magic degrade and grind along with time.
Their bodies no longer lie here, like they did eons ago, just beside the dismantled infernal siege equipment.
At first the mist wouldn't accept me as a partner in secret. At first it tried to spoil my efforts, but the mist soon accepted me.
Gradually, I started feeling strange, and I felt something penetrating my body. It was the mist, revealing its secrets to me. Soon enough, I felt moisture entering my body, each particle passing through the tissues, into my body, injecting clarity.
Something changed. The mist was getting slightly lighter, but that was not the point. The voices and faces that I heard became clearer and louder. I could understand what they were screaming. I did understand. I knew already what happened from tales, but never was this so real.
The screeching voices of soldiers of yesterday seemed more vivid than the sight of the terrain I saw, before the mist concealed it from my eyes.
“Stand In formation. Soldiers first, Archers in the back, Mounted soldiers at sides.”
Was the first vivid sentence I heard.
Right afterwards came: “Commander, that is suicide. Y... you... you know, if we attack now, none of us survive. I have children and home, Sir. I want... I... I want to live.”
Right after then, the sounds became faces, and soon figures.
I surely was off guard, trying to figure out what was going on around me, since what happened next did surprise me.
After hearing soldiers march, I saw that something was getting closer, stampeding my way. At first I didn't understand what it was, but then I heard it neighing. I realized it was a horse, but it was not just a horse, it was a war-horse with an archer mounted on it.
The horse was coming my way. I tried to run, but I couldn't. The mist has soothed my muscles until decadence and numbed my nerves.
Right before the horsed reached to me, something even more bizarre happened.
Without any kind of warning, I felt something going through my body, something heavy and metallic. As something passed my body, I saw light coming out of me, just for a second, but to me it seemed everlasting. When it was over, I then knew that the feeling was over. Something was no longer inside of me. But what was it?
It was even shorter until I found out.
The horse was very near, ready to trample me, exactly like I trampled the grass below me; Exactly like in the cycle of life: Trample and be trampled.
However, that wasn't my fate. Soon enough, a man in metallic armor appeared and stabbed the horse. The horse, as an act of final strength, raised his legs, bicycled them for a second, neighed a last neigh and fell down to the earth, throwing the archer onto the ground, killing him instantly.
I knew that what was passing through me was the man. That moment I realized that I was a spectator in this place.
After this, everything seemed so tense and fast, everything was happening and fading at the same time, as if the mist is telling me that my time is limited here.
I saw three soldiers, leaning on their swords, tired, looking at the sun above them, as it fades away quietly. They seemed desperate and dispirited, as if the eagle of their hope will never fly again. They were now insignificant, they were meaningless parts of a collective, a collective that could exist even without them. Soon it will exist without them. At least, at least the mist spread its veil upon them, its shield that protects them, protects from dying more than one time. The mist scattered a bit and lightened its density, so I could see them better. I still saw the same image, of the three broken men.
I kept looking at them, but they couldn't see me. The clouds, part of the mist, ran back and forth, blurring and clearing the figures of the men. Suddenly, I heard a horn, the same horn of a train, as if something came to take them away. Was it the mist? Or maybe the Angel of Death? I had no idea. I still don't know.
Just as fast as they appeared, they were gone.
Everything was cloudy and blurry. The mist was deep in my eyes and it engulfed the whole surrounding. Suddenly, I heard loud voices of plenty men, crying their battle cries, “Charge!” 'Ahhhhh”. They were roaring all the way to their end.
The mist was getting clearer, until I saw that I was on the verge of a battlefield. Two armies' forces clashed one another. Men from both sides pierces their fellow humans with cold blades, slaying their souls.
The rain stopped by then, but the air was still moist and smelled like rain.
I came closer to the battlefield. I came so close that I was nearly inside the carnage, yet I was so far away.
There were fireballs dropping out of the sky, just like in the tales of Evermore. I looked behind me and I saw that the balls of fire were flaming rocks.
With each breath I took, ever since I came closer to the battlefront, I inhaled smoke and sulfur that came out of the flaming darts that passed through my body, onto someone else's. The shame was that he was unknown to me. Unknown to me and to the second army. Yet, he was gone forever.
I saw the massive siege equipment, the great catapults and other unknown devices, meant for killing the enemy. I saw the equipment everyone hail and praise, maybe for its grandiose power.
It started raining again. It did not bother the men from fighting, nor it stopped the fireballs from dropping, or the flame darts from burning the victims of their shooters.
I kept on gazing at them, wondering the real reason for their war. I would have kept on gazing, if it wasn't for a hand that was put on my shoulder.
I looked behind me. I was surprised, because I thought that I was only watching, and cannot be seen.
When I turned around I saw a beautiful lady. Her hair was red as a rose and her face features were pleasant to watch. She wore a white, long gown. She smiled at me and moved closer, holding my hand and watching the field with me. She did not say a word, and neither did I. I liked her. There was something calming in her, something divine.
I started hearing howls coming from the clouds above, and the rain's tapping seemed more coherent and more arranged, forming a certain beat. The wind that came along, whistled, sometimes very loud, in a periodical beat. I thought that it was a song.
I asked the lady beside me. She only smiled and said: “This is the rain song”.
The war was still going on and I still gazed at them. I asked the lady why they are fighting, only to be answered with: “Why do humans fight?”. I did not answer her, but the options were clear to me. I only asked: “What can be done?”, hoping for a new understanding of the situation. She answered me: “Nothing. You cannot change their nature.”. I saw that coming, but I still asked.
Soon enough, the battle was over. Just a flash, and thousands of soldiers laid on the ground, dead. I appalled at the sight. I was in the middle of scene of the carnage. They were all armed, but this was still a carnage, just like any other war was carnage. Their bodies were bleeding and cut, their faces terrified and afraid. I looked some more and I saw many dead horses on the ground, and that moment I felt dreading sadness taking over me. The lady was still with me, yet unlike me, she did not seem frightened or shocked as I was. I did not say a word. I wondered if this was a battle for protecting Evermore, or maybe it was an internal dispute. I did not know, but one thing was sure. This war took many lives.

Suddenly, the lady smiled at me, held my hand even tighter and said: “Come with me.”
I did not object and let her lead me.
We walked towards the new-appearing mist, far from the battlefield, until we were deep inside of it.
The lady finally stopped, and so did I.. She turned to me and put her hand on my forehead. She gently, with a smile, lowered her hand and closed my eyes. I felt something happening. When I opened my eyes, she was no longer there, and I was no longer in the field.
I was inside a small, well lightened room, where two people were playing chess. I looked at them, and then at the chess board, and I saw that the pawns, the standard pawns, looked remarkably like the types of soldiers in the battle field. Some of them, at least.
I looked again at the two men, and I noticed that they have crowns on their heads, and then I knew who they were and what they were doing. Was it for fun, or maybe that is the true magic of Evermore? Was this a hoax, or was everything that happen on the battlefield directed from here? What happened next was unbelievable.
The two men rose, and the victorious man took a sword and stabbed the losing man in the belly. The losing man did not object. He let him stab him. I couldn't believe what I saw. Afterwards the winner took the crown of the dead loser and turned it somehow to a ring, and put it on his hand.
That was the moment that tears flooded my eyes.
Suddenly, everything was gone. For a second everything was black, and then I found myself, somehow, back in the field.
The mist was gone, and everything else did too. All there was left, was green grass and the rain. Everything was normal and there were no bodies or men. The lady was gone, too. I looked around me, and I think I saw something for a second, but I think I was mistaken.
I think that what happened was real.
I think that the mist was done telling me its secrets and maybe it felt that it's time for me to leave.
I looked around me, again, still thinking. Soon enough I told myself that I shouldn't dwell on something that was over. I said thanks to the mist, turned around to the direction I came from and took a deep breath. I put my hands back into my pockets and didn't lower me head.

Now I am walking home, as I walk I am trampling the grass once again, step by step.

I am still watching you, young man. I never told you, but I am the mist. Thank you for listening.
Farewell.

The End