《The Sword Of Sunshine》


 Chapter 1

    Isidore Empire, also known as the Northern Empire. A desolate, icy wasteland, perpetually shrouded in snow, surrounded by towering mountains and deep valleys, where a hidden empire lay beyond the permafrost wall. The people here have gradually adapted to the unrelenting chill, their lives intertwined with the harsh realities, revering winter as their divine deity.


    The place where I live is a small, peaceful countryside. There is not much to this simple village except for the kind and friendly people. Life here is a poor life.


    The village is quite far from the capital and we are actually at the lowest level of society. My village does not receive the benefits of the empire, but is just a small, independent village.


    I live alone with my younger brother in a wooden house in the north of the pine forest, quite a distance from the main village. We have always had to live in seclusion because of the war. The war between the North and the South has lasted for fifty years and shows no signs of stopping. Because of that war, my brother and I had lost our mother while father has gone to the battlefield.


    Five years have passed since father went to war. And the hope of his return, has slowly dwindled to a mere ember.


    Thirteen years old filled with unspoken worries. My younger brother, Dylan, is only twelve years old. The weight of the world has fallen on our shoulders since our parents gone. The small wooden house was all we had left.


    Dylan, with his dark red hair, amber eyes that shimmered like distant stars. He was a bright and mischievous boy.


    "What are we having for dinner?"


    Dylan sat obediently at the dining table, looking curiously at me as I brought out the food from the kitchen.


    "...Sorry, today we''re having potatoes...again"


    A decent meal was a luxury for kids like us. At this time, even though potatoes were cheap food, they were still a great value in a meal, because they were all we could afford at the moment. Just that, was enough.


    "It doesn''t matter, I''ll eat anything"


    I knew he was just saying that to comfort himself, the reluctance was evident in his tone as he spoke. Yet, sometimes his enjoyment of even the simplest meal, was a small consolation to me. Dylan was a sensible child, he didn''t deserve to go through such terrible things, at such a young age.


    There weren''t many things for orphans like us to do. Sometimes I would try to sell some herbs I collected on the hill or run errands for anyone who would pay us. I was used to this hard life, a person with no education and no outstanding skills would have a hard time finding a decent job. Even as a maid. Moreover, our status was low, as we were merely lowly wild wolves.


    "Can I go out for a while?"


    "Where are you going at this hour?"


    Setting down my fork, I turned to look at him. It was six o''clock in the evening.


    "Nothing important, I just want to go out for a bit. Besides, it''s still early"


    A simple shrugged, his nonchalant attitude making me uncomfortable. It was as if he was up to something shady. He was clearly hiding something.


    "Can''t you do it tomorrow? Where are you going and what are you doing?"


    Dylan shook his head, looking at me with a determined gaze as if it was urgent.


    "I''m grown up now, I can take care of myself. I promise, I''ll only be gone for an hour."


    "...It''s not safe outside..."


    Although hesitant but I still reluctantly agreed. Dylan is a strong and smart child, in fact, the loss of our parents had taught him more about life than just being a naughty brat.


    He''ll be fine, I thought.


    An hour since Dylan left the house. I threw myself into the remaining chores to keep my mind off things.


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    What can I do to give us a better life than just eating potatoes to survive. I was tired of poverty, of dirty and old clothes, of the tasteless, dry food.


    Was there really a future where our lives would be better?


    Suddenly


    The piercing sirens shattered the peaceful silence of the night. The night sky was ablaze with the crimson glow of emergency lights as the village was rocked by the thunderous blare of bells coming from the capital. All of them were signaling a surprise attack in the night.


    The battle for territory between the Wolf and the Dragon because of an ancient legend about the story of the dragon''s stolen eyes.


    Bursted through the front door, my heart pounding as I raced to find Dylan. He had left an hour ago, he was probably running errands in the village or playing somewhere.


    This was bad, really bad.


    My hurried footsteps took me out onto the cold street, where chaos began. The houses were locked and people were running wildly. Fear gripped the air as the once quiet street was transformed into a cacophony of screams and the frantic pounding of feet.


    We, the Wolves, are small and weak compared to the destructive power of the Dragons. These brutal dragons, with their enormous wings and fiery breath, easily raze everything to ashes. While the capital was protected by the magic of the mages, small villages like the one I lived in were not so lucky. We had no mages or knights, no protection for these poor people when the dragons appeared from the sky and rained down their fury on the ground.


    "Dylan! Dylan!?"


    Ran through the streets, my voice was carried on the wind of chaos as I shouted Dylan''s name over and over.


    A fireball suddenly struck the center of the village with a deafening blast that left a gaping, black crater, turned the once pristine fountain to rubble. Dust and smoke rose from the ground, shrouding everything in darkness, accompanied by blood-curdling screams as more fireballs began to descend from the night sky. Massive silhouettes of dragons gradually emerging from above. A symphony of death.


    "Dylan!! Dylan!? Where are you!?!"


    The streets have been transformed into a devastating battlefield, consumed by raging fires and blanketed in a pall of black smoke. Small fires had started somewhere. In the smoke, the loss of vision disoriented me. A massive fireball suddenly struck on my run, the explosion hurling me through the air causing my body crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.


    Staggered to my feet, my clothes were dirty and my black hair was now completely messed up, the fall caused a small wound on my ankle that was starting to bleed. The world around seemed to spin with the echoes of the explosion as a deafening ringing filled my ears. It''s as if I''ve just been through a living nightmare.


    In the daze as I tried to regain consciousness, a small warmth, a hand urgently shook me.


    "Wake up!! Get up quickly! We have to get out of here!!"


    Dylan''s grip tightened around my hand as he urged me forward, quickly pulling me to run towards the wooden house. A glimmer of hope flickered through my mind - the shelter beneath the house, our last chance for survival if we could only reach it.


    A relentless barrage of fireballs descended from the sky, shaking the ground beneath our feet as we raced across front. Secretly hoping for luck to protect us. The deafening roar of the fireball crashing down filled us with terror.


    "Hurry up! Go in!"


    The roof of which had been damaged a little when the tree next to it collapsed. Without hesitation, we raced towards the cellar door. Once we were down, I slammed the door shut and secured the latch with all my might.


    Although they have become familiar, the frequency of sudden nighttime attacks is increasing. So far this week, this was the third time.


    We huddled together in the darkness, our bodies pressed close, like two frightened mice seeking warmth. The only light filtering through the cellar''s small windows was a flickering, crimson glow from the fires raging outside. Time seemed to stand still when we were down here, a moment of peace amidst the chaos above.


    Hours passed in silence.


    In the dark, there was a rustling sound from where Dylan sat. He nuzzled his head against my shoulder like a poor puppy.


    "...I miss mom..."


    The sound of fireballs hitting the ground still showed no signs of stopping. I didn''t remember how many times this scene had happened, until I was no longer afraid of those sound. But maybe Dylan was still scared, he was just an innocent child after all.


    I wrapped my arms around him, my hands gently stroking his back in a comforting embrace.


    "Everything will be okay..."


    "...Do you think father will ever come back?..."


    Honestly, I didn''t know how to answer. Five years had passed without any news from father, extinguishing the hope in me when I thought about his return. Lies seem to be the best comfort medicine at the moment.


    "...Father will...I know he will..."


    Silence once again covered the cellar. The war was far from over, and the prospect of an enduring peace seemed as distant as the stars.


    He also wanted to escape suffering, wanted a better life. Maybe he was tired of the patched clothes, disgusted with the bland potato soup.


    Not the first time. We seemed to be all too familiar with the darkness of the cellar. Countless explosions accompanied by tremors.


    Since when has it become like an all too familiar melody.


    After four hours, the relentless assault on our senses finally ceased, as the deafening roar of explosions gradually subsided. The ground finally stopped shaking, I stood up, looked through the small narrow window of the cellar.


    "...The attack has stopped. We can go out"


    Each attack left behind a haunting picture of destruction, a desolate and ruined landscape. Houses were damaged, the ground was a patchwork of craters and black marks. There were a few fires that the villagers were trying to put out. Evidence of the crimes, the brutality of the Southern army. What they passed through and left behind, was only ashes and the loss of the miserable people here.

 Chapter 2

    The war left behind a scene of devastation.


    The inside of the house was covered in dust from the roof break accident. After sweeping up the dust, Dylan helped me remove the fallen branches from the roof. Now one side of the roof was dented and the fallen tree was still there.


    Luckily, the house was left standing.


    As usual, I would sell herbs at the market. Although I didn''t earn much but it was enough to afford for a small meal.


    I didn''t have the conditions to go to the academy like my peers, so whenever I had the chance, every time, I would stop by the old library. The shabby library at the end of the village was the only place I could learn interesting things. I would mainly read about herbs, learning more about their various uses. But sometimes I might also find a few books on ancient story, about mages, about the legend of the Lost Eyes.


    In the dawn of creation, when heaven and earth were formed, dragons were hailed as the most fearsome beings. With wings that blotted out the sun and eyes that burned like stars, the colossal dragons stirred the very depths of the seas, reduced forests to ash and spread fear throughout the land. Their destruction was a tempest without end.


    The First Dragon, a dragon that was the largest of all, its scales shimmering blood-red with golden eyes blazing like suns. Its breath was a tempest of heat, capable of melting the hardest mountains. There was not a single creature that had not heard of him. Fear gripped the land under his reign, as no one dared to question his authority. He was once a fierce king.


    Until one day, a white wolf with sparkling blue eyes, reflecting the vastness of the sea appeared. A spark of tenderness ignited within the dragon''s heart, drawn by the innocence of this small creature.


    A love story, as beautiful as a dream, blossomed between them, despite the difference in species.


    Yet, no love, however magical, last forever. One bitter winter night brought their tale to a tragic end. The dragon''s screams echoed in anguish, his eyes were gouged out as the wolf vanished, without a trace. Leaving not a whisper of its presence.


    The Dragon went mad, stumbled out of the cave, he groped his way forward, lost in the darkness. His rage fueled a destructive fire that consumed everything around. Half of the forest in the South was engulfed in flames, leaving it a charred wasteland. Betrayed and broken, his heart shattered, driving him to tears until his final breath. The crimson torrent that flowed from his wounds merged with the flames, forming a river of blood continues to course through the edge of the scorched forest.


    The legend left a curse passed down to the next generation of dragons. Cursed that they would never feel the warmth in their hearts, forever suffering from a painful cold for a thousand years.


    Legend has it that the world was beholden to her. Thanks to the wolf, the rampage of dragons was brought to an end. Light once again filled the world, finding solace in peace.


    But because of that, Wolf and Dragon have been enemies ever since. They believe that somewhere in this land of the North still holds the lost eyes.


    Dragon, a creature of eternal flame, stands in stark contrast to the wolf, a symbol of eternal ice.


    Mages are considered to be exceptional people with the ability to use magic. There are many types of magic such as offensive, defensive and even forbidden one. Most of the rest are just able to transform into their animal forms. They are our most formidable line of defense against the dragon threat. But the number of mages is becoming rarer over time.


    I continued to get lost in the stories of the ancient until the sun began to hide behind the mountains. As the sun set below the horizon, a warm glow washed over the village, as small lights were lit along the way.


    Today I used the little money I earned to buy a loaf of bread and some jam. I wanted something better than the daily potatoes. We haven''t had a full meal since last year.


    The way home didn''t take long. It warmed my heart to think about how happy Dylan would be to know that we would have a decent meal today.


    But as I got closer to the house, I realized that the inside was deserted. The emptiness was palpable, a cold silence that echoed through the rooms.


    "Dylan? Where did this brat go again?..."


    Walked around the house. I tried to find where my brother was hiding. He wouldn''t usually go out after six o''clock at night, not without a word.


    Evenings were when the village was quieter. The twinkling lights along the streets cast a soft glow, but there was hardly any activity going on. Everyone had gone home to be with their families, only the sounds of the tavern bustling about.


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    Three hours passed.


    A feeling of anxiety began to eat away at me. Walked around the village a few more times, worry starting to fill my mind, as if Dylan had disappeared without a trace. The thought of losing him filled me with dread. Dylan was the only family I had left.


    At times like these, I often thought about father, he always knew what to do.


    The night gradually covered the scene. But still, there was no sign of the boy.


    That is until I heard a small cry coming from the alley nearby, at the end of the village. Though hesitant, I decided to look inside. A pang of concern shot through me as I spotted Dylan curled up on the cold ground, tears of sorrow streamed down its reddened cheeks. I rushed over then knelt down next to him.


    "...Dylan, what''s wrong?"


    His clothes were covered in dirt and there were a few small scratches on his cheeks. It looked like someone had hit him. As I pulled him to his feet, I realized that one of his legs was limping, blood pooled in the scrape on his knee.


    "What happened?..."


    "They...they hit me..."


    Used the hem of my shirt, I tried to wipe away the tears.


    "Did you steal again?..."


    "No...no. Those bastards, they beat me...they robbed me..."


    A lump formed in my throat as I listened to his words. It was the rich people''s bullying again. It wasn''t the first time this had happened. Worse, this time it happened to Dylan. Those damn dukes, nobles, even the bullies in the village. They always found ways to oppress the weak.


    Maybe God really hates us when these misfortunes happen for no reason.


    "You shouldn''t have gone out without telling me first..."


    Wrapping my arms around his trembling body, I pulled him into a comforting embrace. Stroking his back gently, I tried to offer some reassurance.


    "...I wanted it to be a surprise for you..."


    "Surprise?"


    From his pocket, he pulled out a delicate necklace adorned with a lapis lazuli pendant. Its surface shimmered with the celestial hues of a midnight sea, even more dazzling under the enchanting moonlight. A mesmerizing beauty.


    "...happy birthday..."


    "For me?...Where did you get it?...And how?..."


    "...I saved up...It wasn''t that expensive..."


    He sat up straight, wiped away his tears with a trembling hand, and let out a soft sniffle. He has been running errands and saving money all year long, just to buy me something nice. Turns out this is the reason behind why he always asks to go out and come home late at night.


    Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the efforts of the boy, a child with boundless compassion. Though small and simple, it holds great value, a treasure I will always cherish.


    "...I don''t know how to thank you enough....It''s beautiful..."


    "...I know there are hardships and difficulties...but...you always try to take care of them...Thank you...for always trying..."


    Even though no one else remembered the day I was born, Dylan held it sacred. He never forgot, even when I stopped caring about the moment I came into this world.


    After returning home, I helped Dylan up to his room, sitting him on the bed. I carefully wiped his fresh wounds before starting to treat them.


    "We''re out of antiseptic and bandages...I''ll go get some, you rest"


    Without a word, he gave a slight nod then settled down onto the bed.


    There was only one infirmary in the village. Oliva was the owner of this place. She was a gentle and kind person. Oliva had gone to the academy then returned to help the villagers because of the lack of people with healing knowledge. To me, she was an inspiration, someone I wanted to look up to in the future.


    "Oliva...are you there?"


    The door creaked open, revealing Olivia in her casual clothes. The lingering scent of medicine and the dim fireplace light created a sense of comfort and warmth.


    "Lia, what''s wrong?"


    "I...I need bandages and antiseptic"


    She remained mostly silent. Perhaps she was used to me coming here to ask for help.


    I remembered the first time I met Oliva. I could still picture myself, a tearful child, sitting by the canal, weighed down by the taunts of bullies. She brought me to the infirmary and took pity on me, Olivia treated me without asking for anything in return.


    A moment later, she emerged from the medicine cabinet, holding a new roll of bandages and a small bottle of antiseptic.


    "Here you go"


    "...I...I''ll pay you later..."


    "No need to. Helping others is the right thing to do"


    Overwhelmed with gratitude, words lost in the depth of my feeling, I could only bow my head. I am not the carefree type, to be honest, I felt useless and pathetic. I wished I could be more than just a beggar.


    When I got home, Dylan had fallen asleep, forgetting his pain and sorrow for a moment. I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, gently holding his hand and treating the wound carefully.


    Dylan stirred, he winced slightly when he felt the burning sensation of the antiseptic seeping through the open wound but didn''t complain. He was used to this, once then many times, it was no big deal anymore.


    Outside, The night sky wept softly, releasing gentle rain. Water seeped through the leaky roof, drawing concentric circles on the ground like sorrowful tears. A cold, biting wind crept in, carrying a damp chill that dispelled the feeble warmth of the crude oil lamp.


    After finishing, I returned to my room. With thoughts running wild, food was always in short supply and the money we earned was getting less and less. At this rate, selling herbs alone wouldn''t be enough to sustain us.


    We had to find another way, but what could we do. No one will accept child labor for a bargain price. There were times when our meager earnings couldn''t cover even a single meal, forcing us to wander the streets, heads bowed in shame, begging for food. At the end of the road, we would have to go to an orphanage, leaving the house and property behind.


    I didn''t want that.


    My eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for a ray of hope. Only stopping at the appearance of the poppies on the table next to the old lamp. During a harvest trip, out of curiosity about their bright red color, I had picked them a few days ago by the small lake in the pine forest.


    The poppy plant, Papaver somniferum, is the source of opium. It was a special herb that was banned in the empire. But on the black market, poppies are still sold illegally at exorbitant prices.


    The poppy is often used to make poison. While poppy plants are known to exist, specific studies on them are scarce. It is only known that they are very rare. There are many different types, the rarer the higher the price.


    Perhaps there is really no other way.

 Chapter 3

    ''''...This doesn''t seem like a good idea...''''


    The endless night were filled with turmoil, I felt a deep sense of dread, as if I were teetering on the edge of an abyss. The thought of engaging in illegal activities haunted me. Weighing the thin line between despair and fear, I was constantly tormented by my conscience.


    Watching his figure huddled on the worn wooden bed, wrapped in a thin blanket that couldn''t possibly keep him warm, my heart ached.


    It can''t go on like this forever.


    The following morning, I presented my poppy smuggling plan to Dylan. Surprisingly, he agreed without hesitation, like a moth drawn to a flame, completely oblivious to the potential consequences.


    A few months have passed since I started this illegal work, our lives have become better. Meals have been supplemented with other foods such as bread, jam and even meat.


    Looking back, I can see now that this was the right choice.


    "We have harvested quite a lot today"


    Dylan surprised me with a basket full of different types of poppies. He worked hard today. With this full basket, we can definitely afford a good meal and perhaps some new clothes to wear.


    Usually, herbs are sold in the market, to certain people who need them such as pharmacists or infirmary. But to sell poppies, I have to go to the capital.


    The black market in the dark corners of the capital is where illegal activities take place in the dark. Traders from across the land converge here, their wares ranging from the ordinary to the extraordinary. Among the traders, you might encounter enigmatic mages, mercenaries, or mysterious wanderers bearing rare and valuable treasures.


    The black market is a place where you can buy things you don''t think are real. Lost artifacts, forbidden magic scrolls, the black market has it all. The only reason this place still exists is because there is rumored that the royal family often visits here. Maybe they are looking for something to strengthen the army.


    It takes about five hours if walk, I usually leave early in the morning and return late in the afternoon. The capital was a bustling place compared to the tranquility of the countryside, the people here also have a different way of life, as if stepping into a higher level of civilization. The extravagance of the upper class. I have long dreamed of owning a home in the capital, where I believe I could have a better life. But a dream will always just be a dream.


    To get to the black market, I have to go past the fountain in the square, into the small alley beside the popular tavern. At the end of the alley, there is a set of stairs leading downward.


    The road delved into a long, dark tunnel, its entrance obscured by a tangled web of hanging wires and flanked by rows of ominous warning signs. As I ventured deeper, faint figures began to emerge, like wandering ghosts in the darkness. A vibrant atmosphere suddenly enveloped the marketplace as traders from far and wide engaged in lively exchanges.


    Hidden in the shadowy depths of the black market, the small tavern was a quiet place. Yet it was a hub for secret information from all over the land, the center of a vast network that silently spread beneath the great empire.


    As always, the figure of a man in a mysterious cloak was present at the small table in the corner. He, a close associate, frequently purchasing large quantities of poppies.


    Quietly approached, I took a seat across from him. His silence was deafening, punctuated only by a scornful curl of his lip as he kept his gaze glued to the handbag by my side.


    "I was thinking...why don''t you just tell me where you picked those poppies? It would save us both a lot of time"


    "...Unfortunately, that''s something I can''t share. You know, everyone has to make a living...''''


    Reclining in his chair, he concealed his penetrating gaze beneath a dark hood.


    "Very well. But a young one such as yourself shouldn''t be getting involved in this kind of matter. Sooner or later you''re going to get into trouble..."


    Nodding slightly, I passed him the small bags filled with poppies. The transaction was swift as usual. With a solitary turn, he departed, vanishing as silently as a phantom.


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    At first, it was quite difficult. Thought I was quite stupid to rush into a place full of strangers.


    But luckily, on my first wander, I bumped into Amir, the owner of the small tavern in this area. He was a great help with the smuggling business, and in return, I shared a small portion of the profit from the connections he provided. I also often helped out with chores at his place.


    "How much did you make today?"


    Turning around, I caught Amir''s gaze fixed on me from behind the bar. He was a cheerful and approachable person, with strange orange hair. The long years in Isdore had faded the marks of an outsider, molding him into a local.


    "...Not much...probably enough to cover a few small meals and buy necessities. Poppies can''t always be picked...they only bloom seasonally..."


    "But don''t you have anything else to do. This place is not for children, you know that right?"


    I didn''t tell Amir everything about myself, including the fact that I was an orphan. For me, losing my parents was the greatest shame.


    "...It''s none of your business"


    "Anyway. I heard the royal is summoning the army"


    "A summoning order?"


    "Yes. Every family will have to enlist at least one person, preferably a male. The army is in dire need of manpower as mages are becoming increasingly rare."


    Leaned over the bar, my voice low and serious as I met his gaze.


    "Are you serious? Are there any conditions?"


    "Above ten years old is qualified"


    "They''re using children? That''s crazy!"


    Remained unfazed, his fingers continuing to drum a steady beat on the table.


    "Maybe they''ll train them as spies...I don''t support this anyway"


    "You''re going to the battlefield too?"


    "Me? I''m an immigrant. The summons only apply to people from the empire."


    ...This applies to me and Dylan. He''s going to have to join the army even though he''s only twelve?


    "Is there any way to avoid the summon?"


    Shook the glass in his hand, the wine within swirled gently. He remained silent before letting out a light, mocking laugh.


    "They will send knights to every place to recruit people. Unless you remove your name from the list or leave the empire, then maybe."


    A heavy silence suddenly fell between us. It was cruel to think about.


    "You said you have a younger brother, right? He will probably have to join the army"


    "Ah, yes. I know..."


    "...I hope the boy is mentally prepared"


    "I...will talk to him. Thanks you for sharing this information."


    "Well..."


    Hesitated, his eyes filled with a hint of sorrow as he looked at me.


    "...If you can''t sustain the poppy business, you can work here...I''ll pay you a fair price"


    "...Thank you...really..."


    "It''s okay. Take care..."


    I detested those eyes, be they scornful or sympathetic. Whether his kindness stemmed from pity or empathy, his gaze felt like daggers piercing my heart, made me shrink into myself, consumed by self-doubt.


    Leaving the tavern, my heart was heavy with grief as I thought about the possibilities of a cruel reality.


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    Returned home with a cloud of anxiety in heart. The feeling of restlessness was unbearable. I could go in his place, but who would take care of him.


    Oliva''s name crossed my mind, but I couldn''t bring myself to burden her with my problems. She wasn''t from the wealthy class nor was she really close to me. She was just a kind person from the same village who still had two younger siblings to raise. Her life has been tough enough.


    The familiar path seemed distant as my mind were in turmoil, every thought a raging wave crashing into my consciousness. The way back seems longer than ever. By the time I returned to the village, it was late, only small lights cast shadows on the time-worn walls.


    There is so much to worry about. Just when I thought life was getting a little better.


    Suddenly, a column of smoke rose from the depths of the forest, accompanied by strange screams. Without a moment''s hesitation, urged on by an unseen power, I rushed towards the fire.


    Dylan stood there, tears streaming down his bruised face. The wooden pail shook in its grasp, droplets of water scattered across the dry ground. Ran to his side, I was shocked by the scene before me. The house was engulfed in flames. Furniture, money, all our possessions were reduced to ash.


    "What the hell is going on!?"


    He stuttered, could not form words, trying to wipe away the tears on his battered face.


    "There was a group of strangers...they came to ask for poppies. When I said we didn''t have any...they burned down the house..."


    "Why didn''t you tell them where we picked it!?"


    "I did! But they still beat me!- And then they robbed...I-I...."


    His body shaking with painful fear, voice choked with each sob. The fire raged out of control, burning the house madly. Quickly joining other villagers, with a small bucket of water in hand, I desperately threw water on the fire.


    I was aware of the dangers when participating in dangerous illegal activities. But I never imagined they could be so cruel. A bunch of savages.


    What have we done to deserve these


    All these burdens, all these responsibilities.


    Just why


    The seconds dragged on, feeling like hours, the fire finally went out. Knelt down on the dusty ground, unable to hold back the tears that flowed unconsciously. In front of me, the house was burned black, nothing left but a pile of smoldering ashes.


    These misfortunes, was like a curse. Children like us, without parents, not enough food and clothes, now have nowhere to call home.


    There were times when I thought about death. That in this miserable life, no matter how hard I tried. Even just to survive was tiring.


    Right now, I just want to let go of everything.


    But as Dylan''s small, wounded warmth embraced me, his face bruised with pain. I remembered why I kept standing up every time I fell. This little brother, if I left, he would be all alone.


    I burst into tears in Dylan''s arms. Humiliation, pressure, sadness, anger mixed together. They poured out like an unstoppable stream, a mixture of sorrow and rage that overwhelmed me.


    If being born was a blessing, then why was my blessing so ugly?

 Chapter 4

    "Dear Dylan,


    How long has it been since the last letter. I am not sure anymore.


    I hope you''re doing well.


    Everything is fine at the barracks.  I''m still dedicated to my role as a junior pharmacist and it brings me great joy to be of service. There have been some difficult times, but I''m grateful for the opportunity to make a difference.


    What about you? Five years is a long time. I hope life at the orphanage has been treating you kindly.


    I''m sorry I couldn''t visit you. But soon, we''ll see each other again.


    Please write back to me.


    Hope to see you soon


    Your sister, Lia"


    Lies, all lies.


    Five years have passed since the fire took everything away from us. Dylan is now residing in an orphanage, while I''ve enlisted in the military to shoulder the burdens of life in his stead.


    Letters were exchanged to keep in touch throughout the first year. After that, I never received another letter from Dylan.


    During my time in the barracks, I was not allowed to visit my hometown because once joined the army, there would be no rest while the war lasted.


    The scribbles on the paper were like carrier pigeons, carrying my memories away, hoping that one day there will be a response. I don''t even know if the old address is still valid or where those letters might have ended up. Four years of longing have gradually turned into a hopeless void.


    Life in the barracks was not much better. People were irritable, everyone was only concerned with their own affairs and bullying was a common occurrence. Despite my best efforts to belong, in the end I was still an outsider.


    After all, I had already anticipated this.


    I did not directly go out to the battlefield, but worked in the rear as a intermediate pharmacist. Since I came here, I have always been looked down upon as a wild wolf, with a weaker appearance than most other recruits.


    I had to attend pharmacy classes, help around the barracks, stay busy from early morning to late night. Every time soldiers returned from the battlefield, I, along with other pharmacists, quickly provided timely treatment for their injuries. Life here is a grind, days blend together in a blur of endless work.


    This place was almost like hell on earth, the war had drained everyone of their strength. The smell of blood and gunpowder had gradually become an inseparable part of this place.


    Nestled on the empire''s eastern frontier, Military District 11 was a solitary island of steel, encased in a delicate magical shell.  An unseen wall divided it from the rest of the world. The colossal iron gate, the only entrance to the district, was always heavily guarded. Most political activities are conducted in secret within the great tower.


    The class divide was clearly evident, even here. While the knights enjoyed the warmth inside the tower, behind the cold stone walls, we soldiers were left to camp outside in the cold. Perhaps there wasn''t enough room inside for all the soldiers, or maybe they simply didn''t want us there.


    After all, none of the soldiers who enlisted here did so voluntarily.


    Exhaustion overwhelmed my body, but the unfinished work kept piling up. Another night of flickering lamplight and heavy lids was looming.


    Inside the tent, in the dim light, the familiar silhouette of a hateful figure was clearly visible, arrogantly sitting on a wooden chair beside the desk. The acrid smell of smoke hung thick in the air, everything inside was tossed about in a chaotic mess. With a flick of his wrist, he discarded the ash of his cigarette onto the floor, his lip curled in a contemptuous sneer as he exhaled a cloud of acrid smoke.


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    "I suggest you stay away..."


    "Why so grumpy, bunny wunny?"


    The cold-blooded deputy commander. With the appearance of a war hero, the camp manager, famous for his illustrious exploits, three times victorious, respected by all. But hidden inside was a drug-addicted demon. He has a history of intimidation. Starting from the moment I joined the military, he has always tried threatening, used his power to force me, a weak soldier, to fulfill his insatiable craving for opium. Knowing about my history of drug trafficking, he would always come to my tent at night, demanding opium made from poppies.


    "...It''s impossible for me to make opium. I beg you, please leave..."


    "Can''t you just do it the way you always do? What''s the problem?"


    Hesitated, shaking my head slowly as I spoke.


    "...I don''t want to do it anymore...the process is dangerous, it takes so much-"


    The cigarette in his hand was flung to the ground with a snap. The smile on his face vanished, replaced by a frown of annoyance. My words were cut short as he roughly seized me by the collar. My breath caught in my throat as his grip tightened.


    ''''...It-hurts!-Please, stop!! Let go of me!''


    "What are you going to do about it. Are you going to report me to the commander? Do you think he''ll believe a lowly soldier like you"


    "N-no! Please-why are you doing this to me?!..."


    "You''re being selfish! You keep all the pleasure for yourself that you could give to so many others. Don''t you see how unjust that is? You should be grateful I haven''t sent you directly to the battlefield! What were you thinking, that just because you''re a woman, you should be safe in the rear? Either you make that damn drug or go out there and be useful!! We''re fighting for the survival of the entire community, not just for one individual. Do you think your gender would be a reason for you to escape your responsibilities!? We all need to contribute!''''


    The sneer was filled with vicious mockery. How ridiculous and contemptible. Those hypocritical words.


    Unexpectedly, he abruptly released his grip, sending me crashing to the ground. Scrambling to my feet, I shook off the dust and shot a furious glare at the man standing before me.


    The thought of facing war sends chills down my spine. I am painfully aware of my own fragility in the face of such brutality. Just holding a gun is torture, let alone actually fighting. With my physical condition, I''ll be nothing but a burden to everyone.


    "...I''ll get to it...right away..."


    "You should. If you don''t start now, you might not even get a wink of sleep before the sun comes up. Tomorrow promises to be equally demanding''''


    Pulled another cigarette from his pocket, he ignited it delicately and released a plume of smoke. Striding past me, he departed from the humble tent.


    With a heavy sigh, I sat down at my desk. Opening the small brown bag he left behind, inside revealed vibrant poppy flowers. Their ethereal beauty is marred only by the haunting knowledge of their fatal bloom.


    For five years, night after night, I toiled under the dim glow of an oil lamp. All to avoid the horrors of war and to serve the extravagant pleasures of the elite. Every attempt at resistance was met with brutal consequences, beatings that pierced to the bone and harsh threats. Each act of defiance was met with merciless retribution, only plunged me deeper into the abyss of suffering. All efforts seemed to be in vain.


    From the delicate petals of poppies, through numerous complex processes, the addictive poison of opium is successfully created. A long and risky process, requiring much effort, accompanied by severe consequences, leading to irreparable damage to health.


    The poppy, also known as the ''fairy plant'', is scientifically named Papaver somniferum. It is considered one of the most effective pain relievers among herbs. However, its extract is highly addictive.


    To extract the latex from poppy pods, incisions are made horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, depending on the location. Multiple incisions can be made on a single pod. The cuts must be deep enough to reach the latex ducts in the pod''s skin. After cutting, a period of 8 to 12 hours is allowed for air and light to coagulate the latex. Once hardened, the opium has a dark brown color.


    The final step is filtration. The opium is mixed with limewater. The white morphine will float to the surface, while the residue will settle at the bottom. The filtrate is boiled several times until it becomes a brown substance. It is then poured onto a sieve and dried to form crude morphine. Finally, the crude morphine can be smoked or ingested.


    This knowledge was gained through my interactions with traders I have dealt with.


    However, poppy pollen always causes breathing difficulties, even with protective measures. Moreover, the poison also resides in the twigs and stem, so great care must be taken during the preparation process.


    I am fully aware of the dangers of this addictive substance. Although it has certain pain-relieving effects, or in other words, it deceives the senses, opium extracted from poppies still poses many risks. Yet, when wielded with precision and care, it can serve as a potent remedy.


    Pausing for a moment, I stood up from my desk. Stepping softly out of the tent, I sought a moment of peace. The pale moonlight cast an ethereal glow across a patch of sky. The towering walls were shrouded in darkness, making the iron gate seem even colder and more menacing


    Five interminable years have blurred the lines of my homeland''s memory. If I could, even once, even a fleeting moment of unguarded freedom, with whatever remnants of strength I possess, I would find a way to escape this hell.


    To return to Dylan. The sole sanctuary where I find solace and joy, where a heart awaits my return.

 Chapter 5

    Suddenly opening my eyes, I realized I was isolated in a sea of red blood.


    A scene painted in gory hues. Darkness swallowed everything and a deathly silence prevailed. The carpet was stained red by extinguished life, a sea of crimson blood stretching endlessly. Swirled around the figure, a spectral white cloak, adorned with arcane symbols.


    "...Is anyone there?..."


    My feeble voice reverberated through the emptiness, only to be met with an eerie silence.


    With each ponderous step, I trudged through the unknown. The water below rippled gently with each step. The pungent smell of blood was overwhelming, causing a feeling of revulsion.


    "...Is anyone here..."


    An unseen terror gripped me as a mournful whimper broke the tranquility. A stifled sob, as fragile as a sorrowful tune. My eyes darted around, trying to find a figure.


    But all there was, was an encompassing darkness.


    From the corner of my eye, I was startled to glimpse the silhouette of a white wolf thrashing about in a pool of blood, its breaths coming in ragged gasps. Stood still from a distance, my gaze unwavering as I watched. The once immaculate white fur was marred by the crimson stain. The wolf lay motionless, a tableau of quietude broken only by the rasp of its dying breath.  A hoarse moan escaped from the depths of its chest. Its mouth moved soundlessly, forming no words. With each labored gasp, its head rose higher, bloodshot eyes piercing me with a desperate plea.


    Every minor sound seemed to echo in the stillness. My pulse quickened with each hesitant step forward. Its blood-soaked muzzle twisted into a snarl, revealing sharp fangs and eyes that seemed to implore. Strangely, as if sensing my presence, the creature forced itself onward. Its claws scraping desperately at the water as it continuously muttered meaningless sounds.


    A chilling dread washed over me as I faced it. Paralyzed, my eyes riveted on the pathetic figure.


    The creature was trying to say something, but the words were stuck in its throat. The guttural sounds that escaped were terrifying.


    "...Blo..od...bl..o..od...curs...ed-bl..ood..."


    Its mouth gaped open as it struggled to utter a sound. But its tongue. Missing. It couldn''t speak.


    A painful roar suddenly ripped through the air. Startled, I recoiled in horror.


    From the crimson depths, bony claws tore through the surface, grasping the wolf like iron clamps, seizing it in a deadly embrace. The creature clawed frantically at the water, its body convulsing in a desperate struggle. Its mouth stretched wide, revealing a mouthful of fangs as sharp as needles. Like a shock, the searing pain ripped through my skin as icy fangs plunged into my calf, causing me to cry out in horror.


    "LET GO! DAMM IT?! LET GO OF ME!!!"


    Staggering, I collapsed, my body skidding across the blood-soaked ground. In a panic, I thrashed my remaining foot, pounding relentlessly on its head. But its mouth, full of fangs, still clamped onto my left leg, threatening to grind it into splinters. Wailing in anguish, my body flailed in the water. Bony claws raked at the wolf, tearing into its body, drawing blood as they tried to drag it down into the abyss.


    Cold water flooded my lungs, drowning me in a wave of terror. Screamed in despair, my desperate pleas were drowned out by the crimson tide as I tried to reach the flickering glow.  Blood, the metallic taste, rushed into my nose, thick with the smell of decay and death. The light above faded into oblivion as I was dragged deeper into the solitude of the abyss.


    Tears mingled with bubbles, eventually bursting, taking the last wisp of hope with them.


    .


    .


    A throbbing pain shot through my body as I snapped awake from the haze. Gasping for breath, I ran my hands over my body, terrified by what had just happened. Relieved, I realized it was all just a dream.  A horrible nightmare. But the lingering stench of blood still clung to my clothes. And the pain, like a consuming fire burning from within, felt so real.


    I must have dozed off at some point, nestled among the piles of documents. As the last of the work was done, night had begun to yield to dawn.


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    Recently, the frequency of attacks has decreased significantly. The iron gate has remained peaceful for a few days. Fortunately, in this rare time, no one has had to suffer further loss or pain. Just another routine day of inventorying the armory and assisting with general tasks around the main tower. But the haunting images from last night''s terrifying ordeal kept creeping into my mind.


    Instead of concentrating on my notes, I found myself unconsciously doodling sketches of a wolf. The creature was enormous, far larger than any ordinary one. With blood-red eyes, its white fur stained with crimson, accentuating its sharp, misaligned fangs like razors. But what made it truly terrifying was its gaping maw, completely lacking a tongue.


    Could that strange dream be a sign of something. Or perhaps it is just a figment of an exhausted mind.


    After a quick dinner, I collapsed into the chair, wracked with exhaustion. On the table, the pristine white morphine crystals lay, glistening under the light, ready to be used. Gently gathering them together, wrapping it in a delicate sheet of rice paper, slightly moistened the glue line, I rolled the paper into a slender cylinder, shaping it into a cigarette. With a lighter in hand, I quietly left the tent.


    Darkness enveloped the camp in a stillness. Winter here, the stars are rarely seen. Gloomy grey clouds hung low in the sky, casting a mournful shadow over the landscape. The flickering flames danced over the smoldering logs, giving off warm glow that chased away the winter chill.


    With a flick of my wrist, I ignited the cigarette. Taking a deep breath, the morphine surged through my veins, inducing an indescribable euphoria. The catalyst made me a little drowsy, but it also washed away the pain and weariness, leaving me feeling more tranquil than I have in ages.


    Morphine is an analgesic of the opium family, a component of sedatives. Compared to other opiates, its adverse effects are likely to be the least severe. While not entirely safe, proper usage can minimize the risk of chronic addiction. What I often prepare for the deputy commander is heroin, a highly addictive and commonly abused opioid. Primarily synthesized from morphine and other compounds, it''s often extracted into cigarette form as a disguise. While opium is a banned substance, tobacco is widely circulated throughout the empire. The royal family had carefully weighed both the financial gains and ethical implications.


    There are some more toxic substances that I have heard of, like Ecstasy, Lysergic acid, and Ketamine. There is no information about their origin or effects, and no records exist to provide any clues. Here, they are considered potent poisons.


    With another deep inhale, I could feel my pupils shrinking. A numbing sensation spread throughout my body, dulling all my senses.


    I began my morphine use two years ago. At first, it was a tool to keep me grounded, to stay connected to reality. Having weighed up all the risks, I still decided to use them. Every few months, as a last resort, when the pain becomes unbearable.


    With every inhale, the icy bite of the north wind seemed to thaw a little. As I stared blankly into the fire, the flames flickered and danced, their glow seeming to whisper something.


    The sweet morphine, a slow poison, was corrupting me from within.


    As I gazed down at the cigarette still burning between my fingers, I couldn''t help but question myself.


    "Seriously, are you using drugs again?"


    Jolted awake from the delusional state, I met Eric''s gaze. His face, etched with worry, was a clear reflection of his troubled mind.


    Eric Halcyon, an ordinary civilian, was suddenly swept into the maelstrom of war. He was conscripted and became part of a special forces unit. They say he hails from Almira, a faraway land, ruled by the Delwyn family. A noble territory not far from the capital. Eric has been here quite a while before me, about a year or two. He doesn''t talk much about himself, all I know about him is that he was once a proficient blacksmith.


    Eric is not only my first friend but also the closest brother I could ask for in this place. He is someone I can confide in about anything. Or at least, in this hellhole, he is one of the few who still has a kind heart.


    Stammered, uttering fragmented sounds that didn''t form complete sentences. My cognitive abilities seemed to slow down during the delirium.


    "...It''s not opium...it''s morphine...that kind of painkiller?..."


    With a sudden jerk, he abruptly snatched the cigarette from my hand and tossed it into the flames.


    "...What are you doing?..."


    "Don''t use it anymore. You know how harmful it is"


    "...I told you it''s not...it''s just a sedative, morphine...a milder one. I only use it once every few months, what''s wrong with that..."


    With another annoyed shake of his head, he gave me a pre-cut slice of apple. In a daze, I slowly brought it to my lips and took a small bite. The sweetness of the fruit felt like coarse sand. It was such an odd sensation.


    "It''s made from the poppy plant. Although I don''t know much about medicine but it''s obvious that the empire has a reason for banning the trade of this plant''''


    "...I can''t sleep, my whole body aches. Normal drugs...can''t help relieve the pain. Morphine is the most effective...just one cigarette won''t be enough to cause addiction..."


    "A few cigarettes over a few years is a big deal. Don''t try to justify your actions. Honestly, why do you even use them? Aren''t you afraid you''ll go mad?"


    Maddness?


    Where is the dividing line between sanity and insanity. Are those who don''t conform to the norm always considered mad. Or are they just original minds that society misjudges. In the end, aren''t we all just trying to fit into a world that''s already full of oddities.


    ''''In this place, madness is inevitable...what''s there to worry about?"


    Dragging myself upright, I stretched slightly then turned my weary eyes towards him.


    "I just want to get out of here...Can you take me with you when you go on missions? I''ve always wanted to..."


    A subtle sadness permeated the air. The silence was heavy, broken only by the intermittent crackle of the burning logs.


    "You know it''s impossible... Even I can''t escape this place..."


    The North wind carries the first chill of the season. Quietly sit beside the small fire, the crackling of the firewood sounds like a sad melody. Despite the fire''s comforting glow, a cold emptiness persisted within me. The howling wind, a mournful dirge, pierced the stillness of the night. Wisps of smoke ascended, gradually dissipating into the frigid night.


    Endless worries about life keep circling.

 Chapter 6

    With the help of a small dose of morphine, I was able to sleep soundly last night. As the wind grew bitterly cold, somewhere the snowflakes had begun to fall, heavy and dense, like tears shed by the sky.


    And yet, we still have to live in these temporary shelters. In the end, the children of this wintry land are accustomed to the icy chill of the gods here. Snow, ice, and cold are no longer a concern.


    Last night, the nightmare didn''t come. But that dream is like a haunting scar on my mind, plaguing me every waking moment, as if I had been through hell.


    The main tower''s library, though not spacious, might still be useful.


    The heavy wooden door creaked as I gently pushed it. Inside, thousands of old books were piled up, covered in dust, creating a space that was both familiar and strange. Through the veil of frosted glass, sunlight danced on the aged pages, illuminating them with a soft, ethereal glow. Perhaps, within these ancient books, I might find the answers to the questions I seek.


    Searching through every old bookshelf, I tried to find any trace of the creature with the devilish eyes. There is a wealth of information about wolves, covering everything from their fur to their behavior. Unfortunately, there are no records of such a specific individual.


    Since ancient times, the people of the empire have held the belief that red, being the color of blood and fire, was a sign of misfortune. They were terrified of those with red eyes, believing them to be harbingers of doom and death.


    Time flowed like a river, yet the pages of the past remained stagnant, turned over and over without revealing any new truths. As soon as the sun began to set behind the mountains, painting the sky in hues of twilight, and the veil of night began to descend. It was also the time I had to return.


    ''''Is anyone there?''''


    Out of the blue, a young man''s deep, soothing voice echoed from beyond the hut. With a gentle hand, he parted the way, his curious eyes glancing into the interior. A tall figure with piercing golden eyes and wild brown hair. His clothes were stained red with a coppery scent. Eric struggled to keep his balance, each step a painful ordeal as the open wound on his arm continued to bleed.


    Exhausted, he staggered into the tent and collapsed heavily into the creaking wooden chair.


    "...What happened to you?"


    In a daze, I brought my hand to my lips, attempting to mask my weariness. The bright red blood was splattered across the ground, a familiar sight that no longer filled me with fear. Hesitantly, I squinted up at his looming figure.


    "...Did you just come back from the battlefield? Just yesterday you were in good health...''''


    "I am a special forces soldier, life and death are part of the job...This time the plan went awry, but luckily I''m still alive."


    Special forces units are elite and clandestine groups, trained rigorously to carry out dangerous and complex missions that require a high level of skill. Known by many names, they are the shadowy figures that haunt the night.


    The cotton swab soaked in antiseptic touched his flesh. A guttural moan escaped his lips as he winced, his eyes squeezed shut in agony, his brow furrowed into a mask of pain.


    ''''You look like you''ve had a long night without sleep.''''


    ''''Not really. I had a pretty good sleep last night...thanks to the morphine. Do I still look that bad?''''


    A sharp pain shot through him as the needle punctured his wound. The thread pulled taut, tearing through his flesh, leaving long, painful red marks.


    "It''s just...when you first joined the army, you didn''t look this bad. Now you look like you''re on death''s door. But I guess this is just how things are now"


    My demanding and unpredictable work schedule has left me utterly exhausted, resulting in significant sleep. My decreased appetite has further compromised my endurance. But maybe it''s for the best. Being alone, not bothering anyone.


    ''''Anyway, where have you been today? These are a bunch of new wounds.''''A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    "Under the commander''s order, we were to gather in a small group and infiltrate the South. Our mission was to gather intelligence and carry out some special tasks. However, our plan was compromised, and the Dragons struck first. Some of us didn''t make it back, but by some miracle, I was lucky enough to return."


    "We need better tactics. It feels like they''re sending us to certain doom without a care. Like...we''re just pawns to be sacrificed..."


    ''''Our odds against these colossal dragons seem insurmountable. Their fiery breath, sharp claws, and armored scales make them formidable foes. Although we have mages capable of slaying them with ice magic, piercing through their hearts, their overwhelming numbers and combat skills give them a significant advantage.''''


    He is not wrong. Given our current circumstances, a confrontation with the Southern army would be futile. Our limited magical resources and small nation-state pose significant challenges. Perhaps I shouldn''t complicate matters.


    "...Have you ever seen a colossal wolf with eyes that burned like embers?"


    "What''s wrong?"


    "No, it''s just I had this strange dream...about a white wolf with glowing red eyes..."


    "I''m not one to believe in superstitions, so I think it was just a coincidence. After all, there''s a distinct boundary between the real and the imagined. Or maybe that terrible opium has been playing tricks on your mind''''


    Obviously. What a nuisance.


    "It''s done. Please try not to move too much to avoid straining the stitches. It might take a few weeks before we can remove them."


    With a mournful exhale, he rose from his seat. My eyes suddenly fell upon his gaunt frame. His clothes were stained with blood and the stench of death. It''s real, that war has truly turned us into such ugly creatures, leaving both our bodies and souls irreparably scarred.


    In the end, all that kept us going was the desire for freedom.


    The moment he turned to leave, a thunderous barrage of explosions suddenly rocked the camp. The ground trembled violently, throwing me off balance as I scrambled to steady myself on the nearest chair.


    "Damn it! We''re under attack!"


    "At this time?!"


    "Hurry! Get outside!"


    We both dashed out of the tent just in time as a fireball from above consumed the entire small tent.


    The scene outside was now chaotic. The shadows of dragons appeared from above, accompanied by terrifying hisses and roars. With a deafening crash, the magical barrier shattered into a million glittering pieces.


    Panic seized the camp as soldiers scattered in all directions. Giant arrows, launched from catapults, arced through the air, targeting the descending dragons. A cacophony of metal clashing filled the air as the dragons'' riders leapt down, engaging in fierce melee combat with our soldiers. Upon the ramparts, archers strain to pierce the monstrous dragons'' sight. Thousands of arrows fly haphazardly.


    The sky, once serene, is now a canvas painted with deadly points. Fire and blood, everywhere.


    I tried to support Eric, letting him lean on my shoulder. Together, we stumbled across the battlefield with his limping legs. The wound on his arm suddenly ripped open, fresh blood staining the fabric crimson.


    "Eric, watch out!"


    A fireball, as bright as the sun, aimed straight at where we stood. With a mighty shove, I propelled us away from the inferno. Our bodies skidded across the rugged terrain, leaving trails of crimson.


    Stumbled through the haze, the aftermath of the blast ringing in my ears. He was lying there, half-conscious, with his left leg completely broken.


    Behind him, a shadowy figure burst from the inferno, charging straight at him. The flickering firelight illuminated his shiny black armor. A sword flashed in his hand, describing a deadly arc through the air.


    Seized by panic, my form rippling into a wolf. With the agility of a wild beast, I bounded toward. Launching myself, I rammed into the knight with a terrifying charge, sending him sprawling.


    Stumbling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Before him, a small, trembling figure stood between him and the fallen knight. A ferocious growl was directed at the knight.


    "Run! Forget about me!"


    The thick smoke choking the air, a sea of flames engulfed everything. The knight groaned as he struggled to his feet. His gaze drawn on the sword lying a short distance away. Without a word, we both charged, locked in a fierce struggle.


    As his hand closed around the hilt, I lunged. My jaws clamped down on his hand, shattering the armor and piercing deep into his flesh. With a blood-curdling scream, he reeled back. A crushing blow to my face sent me staggering.


    In that instant, the sword flashed upward. The blade, thin and deadly, bit into my cheek, a clean, precise cut. Blood poured down my face, leaving a crimson trail.


    Like a wild beast, I lunged again. My fangs tore into his flesh, tearing a ragged hole in his face. Blood gushed into my mouth, thick and metallic. He struck back, sending me sprawling. The knight collapsed, cradling his bloody face. One eye was now blind. He roared in agony as blood dripped from his hand onto the ground.


    The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth, a sickening sensation. As I gazed at the knight, a shiver ran down my spine at the horrifying sight. I had wounded him. Worse, I had blinded him forever.


    It''s terrifying to think about what war can do to a person. For the first time, I had come so close to ending another''s life.


    Panting, I glanced back at Eric. His face was ashen, his eyes wide with disbelief. The blood on my fur, once pure black, was now mottled and dirty. I stumbled towards him, blood trickling down my chin.


    "Quick! Grab onto me! We have to get out of here!"


    He stumbled, clutching me tightly. I staggered forward, his weight dragging me down. With all my strength, I lunged through the flames, towards the gate. The fire raged behind us, like a bloodthirsty demon.


    If only we could get over that immense wall, we could escape this hell.


    Screams pierced the air, punctuated by the thunderous booms of explosions. The sky was filled with smoke and the smell of destruction.


    A living hell had just erupted right before our very eyes.

 Chapter 7

    Just as we neared the gate, a fireball unexpectedly plummeted from the sky. The massive blast twisted the iron gate out of shape, and the ensuing rubble avalanche sealed off the military zone''s only escape route. The fire spread rapidly, fiercely surrounding us in a deadly spiral. A thick cloud of smoke and dust filled the air, making it hard to breathe.


    "We must climb up! Quickly, to the wall! Get to the Eastern Tower!"


    Desperately, I dashed forward like a moth to a flame. The searing flames singed my once jet-black fur, the smoke filled my lungs, but the terror of death urged me on. As fast as I can.


    The crazed dragons attacked furiously, causing the earth to tremble and the sky to roar. Even the border wall, once thought invincible, crumbled under the weight of this horrific onslaught. With Eric''s guidance, I leaped and ducked, dodging the falling rocks. With a sense of urgency, we raced up the stone steps of the East Tower. The burden on my back was a hindrance, but as death drew near, fear seemed to invigorate the body.


    The view from up high was terrifying. The tents were ripped apart in the crimson sea, the clashing of metal mingling with the agonizing cries. Charred corpses lay scattered amidst the raging inferno while the bodies of some soldiers were flung from the walls, dangling and swaying. The living still fought on bravely, their iron arrows constantly aimed at the dragons above.


    We are losing. In a lopsided battle.


    As soon as I reverted to my human form, I snapped my head around to look at him. Alone and in pain, he leaned against the cold wall, his breathing ragged, his face drained of color from the agony. His left leg was splintered, and the wound on his right arm gaped open, leaving a crimson trail down his arm and staining his clothes crimson. Kneeling beside him, I ripped a piece from my cloak and wrapped it around the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. Huddled against him, my body trembled uncontrollably with bone-chilling fear. The violent tremors caused the eastern walls and towers to sway precariously, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.


    I don''t want to die. Not like this. Helpless and hopeless, all can do is pray to nothingness.


    Suddenly, a blazing red sphere crashed into the wall, the violent impact sending nearby archers flying. We clung to each other, trembling weakly, as his shattered form a fragile barrier against the terror that consumed us.


    "...They are attacking the main tower...At this rate, the defensive barriers of not only the border but also the entire empire will soon be destroyed."


    The sickening thud of flesh against stone echoed through the darkness as their dying cries were swallowed by the abyss. In the blink of an eye, their lives were snuffed out. A brutal and sudden death.


    Amidst the pool of crimson blood, glossy black seeds rolled aimlessly. A sudden thought struck my mind. Breaking free from his embrace, I scrambled to the edge. My fingers, trembling with fear, gathered the scattered black seeds from the viscous pool. With a forceful tug, his grip tightened around as he yanked me back.


    "What the hell are you doing!? Are you trying to get yourself killed!?''''


    "Look, Eric, these are smoke bombs! We can use these to drive away the dragons!"


    "There is a freaking arrow storm out there! The smoke will just obscure our vision! How can they aim accurately in this situation?!? Are you out of your mind?"


    Rising abruptly, I stormed out. The rain of fire was like a storm, the piercing whistles of arrows weaving through the thunderous roar of explosions. The once formidable catapults and crossbows below were now nothing more than shattered remnants. One of the archers yelled in surprise when he spotted me on the wall. Dashing forward, I held out the black seeds, his face crumpled in confusion as his eyes narrowed in doubt.


    "Use this, bind them to the arrows and aim at the dragons! Fire all your flaming arrows at once!"


    "This is no time to play around! Using smoke bombs will only put us in a worse position! And who the hell do you think you are to give such an order!?"


    "That! Is it important now!?"


    "What?! You dare-"


    Before he could say more,  I quickly tied the seeds to an arrow and snatched the wooden bow from his grasp.


    "Don''t be stupid! The smoke bombs will blind our archers!! Don''t you understand!?"


    I awkwardly drew the bow and aimed it towards the sky. The arrow zipped straight ahead, only to veer dramatically and collide with the other flaming arrows. A deafening explosion ripped through the air, and a billowing cloud of black smoke engulfed the area, sending the nearby dragons reeling. The battleground was shrouded in a veil of obscurity, momentarily blinding both sides.


    I know. That, this idea isn''t completely advantageous for us. In fact, it is obscuring the area, making it even harder to dodge the fireballs. But this is the only option. It''s a loss. But it''s better than losing everything. The main tower has to be defended at all costs.


    From the smoke above, several aimless fireballs descended. The archers, terrified, scrambled along the wall, their lives hanging by a thread.


    With trembling hands, I hastily attached the last of the smoke pellets to the arrows, fumbling with the bow. Some arrows went astray and failed to explode. But the lucky ones collided with other burning arrows. Consecutive explosions echoed across the dark sky, and a thick, gray cloud of smoke enveloped everything. Terrifying roars echoed as the disoriented dragons crashed into one another, tumbling to the ground. Struggled to their feet, their wings beating wildly as they desperately tried to take flight again.


    A violent tremor shattered the rocks blocking the camp entrance, clearing a path for the hurried steps of a large wolf pack. Their distinctive dark brown fur and familiar insignia were unmistakable. Amidst the dust, the golden eyes of the wolves gleamed, signaling the arrival of the royal legion.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    "Help is here!"


    Under the commander''s guidance, the wolf pack converged, their movements swift and deadly. Seizing the opportunity, the soldiers stormed forward, subduing the dragons that were still writhing on the ground. The mages, with their shimmering shields, launched sharp ice arrows that pierced the dragons'' tough scales, targeting the disoriented beasts and leaving trails of blood in their wake.


    With the timely arrival of reinforcements, the tide of the battle turned in our favor. As I stood with the archers, armed with smoke bomb arrows, I continued to provide cover for the wolf pack fighting below.


    Realizing the unfavorable situation, the dragons let out thunderous roars, their call for retreat echoing through the battlefield. Their shadows faded into the thick smoke before disappearing completely.


    As the cheers of the survivors filled the air, a sense of relief washed over me. Despite the heavy losses inflicted by the brutal attack, our walls and towers remained standing. The smoke-filled air and the charred remains of buildings painted a grim picture of the battle, but our victory was assured.


    Limping down from the East Tower, we made our way to the main tower. Inside, the floor was slick with blood, wounded soldiers lay scattered on the cold stone floor, their faces pale and their eyes filled with pain. The desperate cries of the dying echoed through the chamber. The stench of blood and disinfectant was overwhelming as the medics fought to save lives.


    A chilling silence gripped the room as we stepped inside. All eyes were fixed upon our two desolate figures. He appeared like a ghost from hell, covered in soot and dust, his arm bearing a gruesome wound. And I, my face pale and streaked with tears, blood trickling down my chin, staining my face.


    Gently, I helped him sit down. My trembling hands shook his shoulders, trying to rouse his gradually cooling body.


    "Hang in there! Help is on its way!"


    The situation became even more critical as his eyes glazed over and threatened to close from exhaustion. Panic set in as I darted inside, rummaged through the medical supplies, I emerged with a blood bag and an IV needle.


    The rush of the peak hour finally subsided. The communal ward was now filled with the pale faces of the injured, lost in sleep. The initial joy of saving lives was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming sadness as I witnessed the extent of the destruction.


    War has left a trail of destruction, leaving behind ruins, shattered lives and enduring suffering.


    Quietly entering the resting room, the dim light revealed a battered face in the mirror, a grotesque caricature of myself. Dried blood crusted around my lips, like a wild beast. The bright red blood stained the white porcelain sink. Like a scratch, the haunting images of the battle replayed in my mind, as vivid as if they were happening again.


    The metallic tang of blood, the screams of terror. Driven by primal rage, I fought with a ferocity that nearly ended his life.


    In that moment. What had I become?


    .


    The rubble have been cleared and reconstruction is underway.  Life is slowly creeping back amid the smoldering ruins. If only we had more time for tears to fall instead of these red flames. The fires consumed innocent souls, not just their bodies but also the hopes and dreams they carried.


    The past few days have been so long. Now that the danger has passed, Eric is on the mend. His injuries are severe, but I am grateful he is alive.


    "The value of human life has diminished to the point where death has lost its significance."


    With every labored step on his wooden crutch, he slowly made his way towards me. A melancholy smile, like a crack in his sun-baked face.


    Three days have passed, and the charred remains of the fire are all that is left. The flickering flames cast an eerie glow on the lifeless faces. With the last of my matches, I solemnly pray for the peaceful passing of their souls.


    ''''How disgusting''''


    "You think so?"


    "...We were this close to death. It''s unbelievable how those scumbags found out about the location of our military district. For half a century, the locations of the base have been a closely guarded secret, protected by an invisible magical shield. Not to mention the fact that they attacked so suddenly at a critical moment when the deputy commander was absent."


    "...There must be a traitor...I don''t know...But if they attacked at such a critical moment, it can''t be just a coincidence. Something''s definitely amiss''''


    "The situation is more serious than we thought. Having an insider is a major threat. The timing of the attack is no coincidence. If they manage to bring down the main tower, the consequences will be catastrophic. Someone is clearly pulling the strings."


    Let out a heavy sigh, my soul weighed down by sorrow.


    "...They really intended to kill us. Over a pair of eyes that aren''t even real..."


    "There''s more to this than meets the eye. It could be a political issue. Their conspiracy is beyond our imagination. But the more I think about it, the more frustrated I get...their power is growing stronger, while we''re powerless to stop them."


    The flames danced with a hypnotic allure. It was as if death itself had taken on a beautiful and peaceful form. The fiery glow softened, like delicate silk threads swirling in a crimson dance, a mesmerizing and enchanting dance enveloping unfortunate souls. The smell of burning flesh mingled with the scent of burning fur.


    How odd.


    Suddenly, a hard hit on my shoulder made me jump.


    "You were using heroin again last night, weren''t you?"


    "...I...couldn''t sleep..."


    Drowsily rubbing my eyes, I squeezed them shut before slowly opening them, trying to make out his form as it materialized.


    "...I''ve been doing my best, I promise...I''ve been working non-stop for three days. Barely getting any sleep, only an hour or two...I''ve always been busy, but during times like this, I''m completely drained."


    "At least try to cut down on how often you use it. Don''t overdo it."


    "...I''ve explained multiple times that it''s a different substance..."


    "But you''re abusing them! Take a look at what you''re doing to yourself!"


    Instinctively looking down at my body, my heart tightened at the sight of the calloused skin on my thin hands and my rough skin. I know, I might be slowly slipping into an addiction. But it''s not like I am going crazy on heroin. However, he is right. The unusual signs my body is showing are clear evidence that my health is being affected. Or worse.


    Standing before the gloomy pile of ashes, where white bones were scattered, the haunting image of the fire from five years ago flashed before my eyes. That fire, both past and present, still exists as a persistent haunting.


    All that remains of my thin tent is a pile of ashes. Thankfully, I didn''t leave behind any valuable belongings. Most of the morphine was destroyed in the fire, leaving only a small amount for me to salvage.


    "Maybe no one will tell you this, but...you did a great job. They almost managed to bring down the main tower."


    "...When I took aim, they mocked me, calling me mad...They said...That they needed to slay dragons, not bring more trouble to our side..."


    A soft sigh escaped his lips as his warm breath mingled with the frigid air, forming a fleeting cloud of condensation before vanishing into the vast emptiness.


    "Young soldiers, adrift without their commanders, they become like scattered beasts, frantic and disoriented. When confronted with mortality, there are only two things humans can think of, running away to save their lives or fighting to survive. Fear of death consumes them, leaving little room for reason...Humans, animals. In the end, we are all just primal creatures. In such moments, instinct is what guides us."


    "...It was lucky that the reinforcements arrived just in time. I wasn''t sure the smoke screen would be enough to fend them off."


    "The commander also brought along a few elite mages. How lucky."


    "There''s still a lot left to do, so you should rest up."


    Slowly turning around, my gaze drawn to the ancient wall. The once mighty wall, a testament to strength and impregnability, was now scarred with deep fissures.


    Could this be the chance I''ve been looking forward to all this time?

 Chapter 8

    Snow has been falling heavily for the past few days. A sullen gray sky, heavy with brooding clouds, watches over as each delicate snowflake drifts down like a winter blossom. In the middle of November, the winds howl wildly, carrying a piercing, bitter chill.


    As if the gods themselves have become enraged.


    Stepping into the main tower''s kitchen, the faint aroma of food wafted through the air, somewhat masking the lingering smell of gunpowder. The kitchen, though humble, was the vibrant heart of the barracks, filled with the bustle of cooks and servants toiling to provide sustenance for those who relied on its offerings. Amidst the urgency of wartime, shared meals became precious moments of peace, offering a much-needed break from the daily grind.


    Searching every nook and cranny of the wooden cabinets, my gaze fixed on their contents.


    "...Excuse me, I was wondering if you might have any honey left that I could use?"


    "What are you going to use those for?"


    "These are essential for a particular medicine that will assist in the soldiers'' recuperation."


    "I''m surprised to hear that honey can be used as a medicine."


    "Honey is a valuable natural product, packed with essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants. I''ll be very careful with it and only take the exact amount needed...Please."


    Under her scrutinizing gaze, I pointed to the insignia on my chest - the gleaming serpent entwined around the rod, a symbol of the esteemed military pharmacist, seemed to have somewhat dispelled her doubts. She reluctantly agreed to lead me to the cargo crate behind the kitchen storehouse. From a tiny vial, the honey was coaxed out, shimmering like liquid gold, a sweet and exquisite sight.


    In this land, with its unforgiving climate and barren earth, plant life struggled to thrive. Honey, a luxury coveted by all, was a treasure from the sun-drenched lands of the south and west. The land is never adorned with the vibrant hues of blossoms or the verdant tapestry of foliage. While spring arrives in other lands, here, it remains cloaked in the icy embrace of winter.


    Her hesitation is understandable, for each drop of honey is as precious as gold. To squander even a droplet would be a sinful waste. Yet, this honey was destined for something far greater than mere luxury, it will be the key to a breakthrough that could change lives.


    As the iron kettle was placed on the roaring fire, the water within began to sing. From a hidden pocket, I retrieved shiny black poppy seeds, gently adding a small amount to the boiling kettle, along with a drizzle of golden honey. With gentle stirs, the ingredients melded together, infusing the room with an enchanting fragrance.


    Upon completion, I decanted the tea into a delicate cup and headed towards Eric''s room. The door yielded, revealing him lying there with his distant gaze drawn to the window, where tiny snowdrifts clung to the frame against a backdrop of ashen sky, the glass veiled in a misty frost. Gently placing the hot teacup on the nightstand, I quietly sat down on the small stool nearby. Clearing my throat, I called out.


    "I hope you''re feeling better now."


    "In short, the stitches have been removed and the wounds will soon heal into faint scars."


    "That''s a relief."


    "I appreciate you taking the time to come by. What did you bring along?"


    "This tea is made with poppies and honey, which can help to relieve pain. The morphine in poppies helps to quickly alleviate pain and raise the pain tolerance threshold. Meanwhile, honey will help warm the body and support the healing of internal wounds."


    "Honey and poppies? Are you trying to turn me into a drug addict?"


    "No...it''s just something to help with your condition. I''ve carefully prepared it, the amount of poppy in the tea is very low so it''s perfectly safe."


    His eyes narrowed in suspicion. The thick scent of honey and poppy, a strange and intoxicating blend, hung heavy in the air, temporarily drowning out the medicinal and metallic odors. A tense silence filled the room, making every heartbeat seem deafening.


    "...I''ve been researching poppy tea for quite some time and have even experimented on myself. It''s a method of...detoxification. I believe it can help reduce dependence on stimulants safely and effectively. I know it sounds a bit unconventional, but trust me, it works. Give it a try, and you''ll feel the difference. It has a unique flavor, both refreshing and soothing."


    "That doesn''t prove a thing."


    "...I understand your concerns, but I believe this is the best course of action given our current situation. With our painkillers running out, I thought this would be a good alternative...Even if I had any ulterior motives, our friendship would prevent me from doing anything wrong. You''re the only friend I have and...I truly cherish that."Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    The silence stretched on, thick and heavy. His eyes, filled with a mix of confusion and something else, darted between the untouched tea and my face. Finally, he set the cup down with a gentle clink. Taking a deep breath, I decided to steer the conversation in a different direction.


    "When facing these difficulties, have you ever thought about running away?"


    "It''s unthinkable. The deputy commander has embedded a magical stone in these special forces operatives that acts like a tracking device, allowing him to track their every move. Despite their frequent deployments, they remain under his constant watch, not even I can escape his control."


    Rolled up his sleeve, he revealing the fading stitches. Yet, the hideous mark was now an indelible part of him.


    "For what? To turn us into soulless killing machines? He has no empathy, so indifferent to our suffering. All he does is feed us empty rhetoric. He paints these grand pictures, but none of it is real. At least give us something tangible to hope for, instead of these vague despairs."


    "...Could war have corrupted him to such a degree? It''s ironic that a war hero would be capable of such villainy."


    A gentle expression crossed his face as he drew out a compass from his pocket. Gently opening it, he revealed three faces behind the frosted glass. The woman, with her inky black hair cascading down her back, eyes as gentle as an autumn sky and a perpetually kind smile, held a young girl in her arms. The girl''s hair was a soft, golden brown, a shade lighter than the boy standing to her left. They held each other tightly, their embrace so suffocating that it felt like they were trying to hold onto this moment forever.


    "Who are they?"


    "The departed ones who live on in my memory"


    "..."


    "...Death. Lia...It was death...A moment of sheer terror, the sky painted red by the inferno, houses crumbling and screams piercing the air. Dragons, like bloodthirsty beasts, hunted the fearful. From the burning sea, figures emerged, their eyes wild with madness. Shrieks echoed as swords sliced through flesh. Blood soaked the ground, a grim testament to the loss...And my mother, that gentle woman...fell amidst the carnage..."


    In the hushed silence, the ticking of the clock was the only sound. He reached out, ran his finger over the foggy glass of the compass. The aged photograph beneath felt oddly comforting.


    ''''...Fled through the inferno, but it was futile. The little girl, my companion. Her eyes, wide with fear, were marred by blood and tears...I had been there...I had witnessed it all. I tried to forget, but the memory haunted me. The image of the little girl with those despairing eyes was forever etched in my mind.''''


    My hand unconsciously traced the silver necklace, seeking solace in his sorrow. My heart ached as he recounted his story. He had once had a home, a place filled with joy now reduced to rubble. It was in that moment that I truly appreciated my own blessings.


    "Enlisting wasn''t a compulsion but a voluntary choice. I hoped that by serving the empire, I could fulfill the unfulfilled dream of the little girl. I wanted to protect other children from the horrors of this war, to give them a brighter future than I had ever known...But now I wasn''t sure anymore...What kept me going? With nothing to look back on and an uncertain future ahead. Perhaps it was...hope. Hope for a world free from suffering."


    Staring down at my tightly clenched hands, time seemed to crawl.


    "...I don''t know what to do anymore, but I can''t stay here. Someone is still waiting for me to come back."


    "Then don''t hesitate if you get the chance."


    "Do you think you''re making the right choice?"


    "I understand that it might not be the best idea but I don''t regret this decision. After all, what else do I have to lose?"


    My gaze lingered on his face, desperate for a truthful response. Time seemed to stand still as we were locked in this silent exchange. After a long moment, I stood up, softly greeted him and left the room.


    It took an entire morning to clear the snow that had blocked the road. This year, the snowfall has been unusually harsh, with everything blanketed in a pristine layer of white. Lost in thought, I molded a snowball, its cold weight in my hand conjuring up memories of winters past. Right now, I can picture him, his face lit up with happiness, surrounded by new friends in the snowy streets. Before Mother passed away and Father had to leave, that wooden house used to be filled with the joyful laughter of a small family.


    My breath caught as I turned towards the Eastern tower, where the rough wall bore the scars of war. Soldiers were hurriedly trying to repair the damage but the gaping holes remained, like unhealed wounds. A small hole, near the base of the wall.


    "Due north...The Eastern Tower..."


    A slow, deliberate footstep sounded behind me, shattering the silence. I turned to see a guard approaching, his cloak billowing in the wind. His eyes narrowed with suspicion.


    "Hey, what are you doing here?"


    "I am...currently inspecting the cracks and assessing the extent of the damage to report back to the deputy commander. We must act fast to mitigate the situation and fortify against further assaults.''''


    "Are you here to lend a hand?"


    "...Yes...Watching my comrades in arms fight, I feel a deep sense of inadequacy...I wish I could do more to be worthy of their sacrifices."


    "Glad you had such thoughts. Could you please take these weapons to the main tower? We need to be fully prepared in case this happens again."


    As he spoke, he held up a bundle of arrows, about forty of them tightly bound together into a neat weapon. Reluctantly, I took it, feeling the cold, sharp points of the wooden shafts against my hand.


    Thirteen flights of stairs wound their way up to the tower''s pinnacle, finally reached the top. The biting north wind whipped through my cloak, chilling me to the bone. Trembling, I carefully set down the bundle of arrows before the guard. His eyes fixed on the bundle of arrows, he deftly bent down and quickly tore off the outer wrapping.


    ''''Someone sent this''''


    Where once the air was filled with the stench of blood and the heat of flames, now a serene winter silence reigns. Like divine tears, the snowflakes wept over the scars of war, their gentle descent a poignant reminder of the suffering endured, carrying deep sorrow for a cruel reality. It''s hard to believe how quickly people have returned to their ordinary lives, despite the wounds that have yet to heal.


    ''''There is a severe shortage of guards at the border.''''


    "To expedite the recovery from the war and restore stability, we must harness all available resources. There''s still a lot of damage in the military zone that remains heavily damaged, not just the iron gates or the walls.''''


    Muttering under my breath, I tried to memorize every detail. This would be a great opportunity, a major turning point if I succeeded. Clutching the icy silver necklace, my fingers traced its contours as I whispered a prayer.


    "...Please, let this be a sign...''''

 Chapter 9

    "You''ve been coming up here frequently lately. Do you have something to do here?"


    Nine p.m. The barracks, cloaked in an eerie quiet, were now immersed in a cold, dark embrace. For the past few days, the watchtower has become my familiar destination. Each evening, without fail, I ascend its heights after supper to witness the celestial ballet of twilight yielding to night. Solitary amidst the biting chill of pristine snow, my gaze remained steadfastly fixed on the far horizon, observing and waiting. As if I were a true sentinel.


    Turning to look at the person beside me, the torch in his hand trembling. Its feeble flame flickered against the onslaught of the icy winter wind, threatening to succumb. Handing him a cup of steaming honey tea, I managed a weak smile.


    "...I just want to help everyone with guarding. As night falls, the chill intensifies, the soldiers up here often have to endure the cold and the biting winds from the other side of the wall. If we don''t protect ourselves from illness, we won''t have any strength left to fight.''''


    "I appreciate the warm honey tea, it''s quite invigorating. However, as a pharmacist, your place is among the wounded, not here. Your frequent visits to this particular spot, departing only at the dead of night, are rather intriguing, don''t you think?"


    "I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience. All duties within the tower have been fulfilled, and the night has settled over us. I assure you, my intentions are pure...Surely no suspicious person would send such a precious tea, right?"


    "Very well...Thank you. You''re a kind soul."


    With a gentle nod, I silently left the watchtower, making my way towards the main tower. This clandestine activity had been my nightly ritual for several days now. Nevertheless, a pang of guilt gnawed at me for uttering words that did not come from my true self. Yet, I harbored no malicious intent. Partly because I genuinely wanted to help, and partly to prepare for what was to come.


    Sitting by the small fire, I pulled a morphine cigarette from my pocket. My reliance upon this insidious substance had grown alarmingly. These poisonous cigarettes have played an important role in improving my sleep and keeping me awake in moments of exhaustion.


    One cigarette led to another. Perhaps it''s time to stop.


    Bathed in the crimson glow of the fire, a cigarette hovered between my fingers. Reluctantly, I let it fall. A thin, white smoke ascended as I felt a bittersweet pang of resignation. As I poured the tea into the steaming cup, its delicate aroma filled the air like a gentle caress. The bitter chill of winter was instantly soothed as my lips met the warm porcelain, the sweet nectar of honey and poppy dancing on my palate. The addiction still lingered, a phantom limb that twitched at the slightest provocation. Yet, the soothing warmth of these teas offered a gentle reprieve, a balm for the soul.


    Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small notebook. My eyes scanned each line as I drew a detailed map. A winding trail, a dense forest and a bridge arching over a glacial river separating the military zone from the rest of the empire, the location of magical guard posts, the patrol times.


    One and only exit.


    Five years trapped on this steel island, a fortress people boasted of, time stretched into an eternity. For many days, a constant internal battle raged within me, fear and hope locked in a deadly embrace. The specter of cowardice loomed large, threatening to consume. But if I don''t act now, I will live with regret for the rest of my life, thinking about the prospect of dying slowly in here, when promises are just a future blown away by the wind.


    Suddenly, a whisper, as ethereal as winter''s breath, seemed to emanate from behind. Startled, I hastily concealed the notebook and turned, coughing to mask my surprise. In the distance, a shadowy figure emerged from the swirling snow ¨C Eric, his wooden crutch trailing behind him. Stepping forward, offering my arm, I guided him to a nearby seat.


    ''''What are you doing here?''''


    "What about you? Do you find it pleasant to sit alone in the snow like this?"


    Reaching out, he grabbed a small piece of wood and tossed it into the dancing flames.


    "I...can''t sleep. The room is so stuffy, I can hardly breathe."


    "Are you sure you won''t freeze to death sitting out here like this?"


    "I brought a warm coat with me. Besides, you shouldn''t go outside, you need more rest."


    "I guess I''m not the type to stay put. I was just planning to walk around the main tower, but then I saw a familiar flicker of light not far from my old tent. It was hard to resist the urge to investigate. You know that feeling of being cooped up, it''s tough.''''


    "You should have rested inside the main tower instead of wandering around outside. You almost lost your life. Don''t you care about yourself at all?"


    "The military district is buzzing with activity. The mages are working tirelessly to reinforce the protective barrier. Our base is a crucial link in the empire''s defenses so they''re making sure it''s as secure as possible.''''Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    "Are you implying that the fall of this stronghold would create a significant breach in our defenses, allowing the dragons unimpeded access?"


    Reaching out, he grabbed a small twig and began to scribble on the blank canvas of snow.


    "Simply put, the capital is the center of power of the empire, where the royal family and the governing bodies are concentrated. Therefore, protecting the security of the capital must be the top priority. Thirteen military zones have been set up along the empire''s borders. Each is cloaked in a protective armor to ensure both concealment and defense. A large, reinforced protective barrier, designed to prevent aerial attacks by dragons, covers the entire empire. This barrier is actually interconnected with smaller barriers from the military zones. While not a total collapse, the destruction of a main tower would weaken the barrier, leaving the capital vulnerable to dragon attacks.''''


    "How was it possible for them to so readily breach the magical defenses. Is it that fragile?"


    "It''s more complicated than that. In the main tower, there''s an ancient stone column that powers the large barrier above the military zone. Similarly, in other military zones, there''s also a similar pillar in their main tower. An ancient stone column is created from six different stones, called magic stones. If one is missing, the barrier will have visible weak points that can be targeted to disable it completely. Thirteen destroyed barriers mean the large barrier above the empire''s sky will also collapse."


    "If that''s the case, doesn''t that mean only those in the military zone can access that ancient stone column?"


    "Exactly. Access to the military zone isn''t just about passing through a gate, there are magical checkpoints guarding the borders. Our defense system is highly complex and only insiders know how to bypass it. The ease with which it was compromised suggests a traitor might be among us."


    "Given its significance, isn''t it a bit risky to have those stone pillars positioned at the border?"


    "While it''s a risk, placing the pillars at the border also extends our defensive perimeter. In reality, the capital is encircled by an even more formidable barrier. The larger barrier primarily safeguards the territories of influential nobles within the Council. Our defense system consists of three intricate layers that have been in place for centuries."


    "...And the small villages were entirely neglected..."


    "It''s unjust that innocent people are bearing the brunt of this. Despite that, I believe they''re doing everything they can. The dwindling magic supply poses a significant challenge to our expansion plans."


    The weak moonlight peeked through the heavy clouds, but the dim, flickering fire couldn''t dispel the creeping shadows. The biting winter chill deepened the darkness, making it all the more menacing. Snowflakes began to fall, thick and heavy, as if trying to erase all traces.


    And time is ticking away.


    With a firm grip, I helped him to his feet. We staggered forward, the outline of the main tower barely discernible in the gloom.


    "How did you know about this?"


    "Having been a special forces soldier, I''ve had a lot of exposure to different cultures and situations. You really don''t know anything about the magic system surrounding the empire?''''


    "I''m familiar with the stone pillars and the guard posts, but nothing beyond that. Perhaps that''s why attacks often target rural areas..."


    "They''re trying to put the squeeze on us by forcing this situation. If the people all flock to the capital, security will be chaotic. But a complete lockdown will risk a rebellion, not to mention it''s inhumane. At that point, the royal family will be caught between a rock and a hard place, facing both external and internal threats. Once that happens, nowhere in the north will be safe, and the empire will be plunged into even greater turmoil."


    Hesitantly, my gaze fixed on him. But the words seemed stuck in my throat. I longed to leave with him, for he''s a friend I cherish deeply. It feels unfair that only I should find happiness. But he''s already made his choice.


    ''''What''s the matter?''''


    "Nothing...I''m just concerned about you."


    "You''re always like that, aren''t you? Putting everyone else before yourself, even at the expense of your own.''''


    "Everyone I''ve ever cared about has left me...I just really don''t want to lose anyone else."


    "Lia, remember, you''re never alone.''''


    It''s true. In my most trying times, I find solace in the kindness of others. These pains, while profound, are not solely mine to bear. Dad, Mom, Dylan, Olivia, Amir. Even though it was just a short journey, they''ve enriched my life in countless ways.


    Life, an endless journey, is full of uncertainties. But even as stars burn out, the cosmos endures.


    Silently, I guided him back to the main tower. The feeble fire was abandoned, slowly extinguished by the biting winter wind, giving way to the cold moonlight.


    .


    Tuesday, November 11th


    The dragon horde grows more savage by the day. This brutal war, seemingly fated from the start, is destined for a tragic end.


    The darkness is spreading and their victory is only a matter of time.


    The ferocious assault reduced the encampments to rubble, forcing all the soldiers to retreat into the main tower. Behind the fortress walls, a meager flame flickered in a confined space, a fragile ember against the biting chill.


    The pen danced lightly across the page before coming to an abrupt halt. Closing my eyes, I searched for a moment of peace in the darkness. The dim oil lamp projected irregular patterns onto the wall. The untouched cigarettes rested quietly, as if holding unspoken words.


    According to statistics, most of the damages have been repaired. Yet, the wounds of loss remain deep. The call-up order has been given, and before long, the military district will be filled with new faces.


    The once fragile camouflage covering the military district has been significantly reinforced. From the outside, the district blends seamlessly with the surrounding landscape, as if disappearing from the border. The unforeseen arrival of the dragon swarm has left us in a precarious predicament. Ironically, this unexpected event has given the dragons a perfect chance, and they have capitalized on it with a massive attack.


    The discovery of the barracks'' position points to one of two possibilities: either there is a traitor within our ranks, or the magical barrier protecting the military district has become ineffective. This revelation poses a significant threat to the security of not only the 11th Military District but to the entire imperial defense system as well.


    Unconsciously, the savage instinct of a beast drove me to commit an act I deeply regret. That scar, a stain on my soul, will forever haunt me. Perhaps I was driven by a thirst for blood, allowing anger and fear to consume me. Perhaps it was sheer panic. No matter the justification, I cannot forgive myself. To become the very violence I despise.


    Abruptly standing, the wooden chair screeched as it slid back. Snatching up my worn brown sack, I threw on my thin black cloak. My eyes darted around the room before I quickly left. The oil lamp flickered and died, casting the room in darkness. Silently, I crept through the damp, cold corridors, seeking a way out of the ancient tower. The ruined gate and large holes in the wall, like gaping wounds, offered a glimmer of hope.


    The moment had arrived.

 Chapter 10

    "Dong Tower. Southward direction..."


    Cautious with every step, I erased the traces of my passage on the pristine snow, my gaze fixed on the dancing flames. Not the first time, I was all too familiar with the patrol rhythm of the guards. Each soft step brought me closer to the fortress wall. In the darkness, my figure crept, seeking a breach.


    ''''...Found it...''''


    My diminutive size was a boon in this predicament. Tracing the cold stone, I crouched and weaved through the narrow gap beneath the wall. Emerging into the night, I drew a deep breath, the weight of relief settling over as I brushed away the dust. Shifting into my wolf form, the transformation seamless, I darted into the shadows, the ancient trees offering sanctuary as I vanished into the quiet night.


    Fleeing beneath the lunar glow, my senses seemed heightened. The only sounds were the whisper of dry leaves and the soft rasp of my claws against the ground, as quietly as possible. Heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I forged a path through the darkness, following the route I''d memorized from the wall.


    It took a while to reach the second security perimeter. The flames on the torches flickered weakly, seeming powerless against the cold of the quiet winter. Crouching low, I slipped past the tents housing the guards. The flickering torchlight swept across the area, sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. The rhythmic cadence of patrolling footsteps drew closer, each step a reminder of the risks I faced. Outnumbered but not outmatched, a single mistake could be fatal.


    In recent days, the number of guards stationed at the border has decreased significantly due to internal repairs within the military district. Access to the guard posts has been strictly controlled, any unusual intrusions would be immediately reported to the central tower, ready for any eventuality. After midnight, patrol rounds became less frequent, creating brief lulls ¨C a fragile opening for those seeking to slip past the watchful eyes of the guards.


    If only, just if only, I could finally escape from here. I will run as fast as my legs will carry me,  leaving everything that''s been holding me back far behind.


    Cloaked in jet-black fur, I merged seamlessly into the night. Slipping past the dewy grass and wild undergrowth, I vanished into the enveloping darkness. As soon as the last soldier disappeared behind the large tent flap, I darted forward, broke through the magical barrier, leaving behind a trail of rustling leaves. Each step a defiance of fate, carrying the scent of damp earth and foliage.


    Just a moment of carelessness, the golden opportunity will slip away, success or failure hangs by a thread.


    My breath hitched as I gazed across the other side. The stone bridge shimmered in the distance. A vast, frozen river stretched out before me, sparkling under the moonlight. Just one more obstacle and that bridge would lead me to freedom. Never before had I felt so close to happiness. Tears welled up in my eye as I took each step, the cold stone beneath grounded me, a comforting contrast to the turbulent emotions churning within.


    Suddenly.


    The savage howl of the wolves ripped through the peaceful night.


    Panic-stricken, I lunged forward. A whistling arrow nicked my cheek, jolting me off the bridge and crashed into the icy river below. The ice cracked, splintered under my weight, forcing me to revert to my human form. Scrambled to my feet, coughing and gasping, my body trembling uncontrollably. On the bank, the wolves, like demonic figures, their eyes glowing like fiery coals, watched me with predatory intent.


    "Don''t resist! Come over here slowly."


    Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. Sobs choked me as I looked at my current situation.


    As soon as I believed that fortune had smiled upon me, I stumbled at the brink of happiness.


    I don''t want to give up, but I''m terrified of the consequences.


    Dashing forward like an arrow, I raced across the fractured ice, leaving behind a trail of terrified screams. With each step, the ice cracked beneath, a gamble with death at every turn. Fear and determination warred within.


    As I neared the shore, the fragile ice suddenly shattered beneath. Plunged into the icy water, a cold embrace that threatened to consume me. Struggled against the suffocating depths,  water filling my lungs. My body, heavy and resigned, sank into the abyss.


    Darkness swallowed everything, tethered only by a slender hope. With every ounce of strength left, I clung to the rope, my muscles straining as I pulled myself up from the abyss. Their scornful gazes filled with contempt and anger, pierced through my soul. Huddled on the rocky ledge, I sobbed uncontrollably, my coughs racking my body.


    "She is the traitor!"


    Soaked to the bone, eyes wide with terror, my skin burned with cold and tears traced icy trails down my cheeks.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    "N-No! It wasn''t me!"


    "It was her! I knew it!"


    Lost in the tumult, a dark figure emerged, his form elongated by the flickering fire. He stood there, hands crossed over his chest, smoke as a veil, obscuring his deep-set eyes.


    "What the hell were you thinking?! Causing such a commotion, you have no shame at all!"


    Cowered, my body trembling as I lowered my head. Tears welled up in my eyes as I gazed up at them with a look of utter desperation.


    ''''Commander, she''s trying to flee. She must be the traitor!"


    "I''m innocent! I would never betray you!"


    "How dare you cause such a disturbance in the military zone and then run away like a coward?! Do you have any idea how many people you''ve affected, you despicable traitor!"


    A hoarse, angry roar escaped his lips. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he bellowed.


    "What is wrong with you? You''re behaving like a barbarian while we''re all trying to survive this war!"


    "I''m not! Please...I beg you..."


    "While we''re all struggling together, you''re pulling this stunt!? Was the recent attack your doing? Or do you know something we don''t? Do you think you can just slip away like that!? How dare you treat us with such contempt!?!"


    "...I''m sorry...It was all my fault for being impulsive! But please, I would never betray you all!"


    "I''m starting to doubt your true intentions"


    Stiffened, I slowly stood up. Anger and fear burned within me like a wildfire. Then, the blow came, sharp and unexpected, his hand struck, a searing pain that echoed through my skull. The shock and disbelief in their eyes, accompanied by whispers were a stark contrast to the burning sensation on my cheek.


    "I''ll bring this to the commander''s attention. You''ll face severe consequences for your betrayal. The empire won''t tolerate traitors"


    With a disdainful sneer, he wiped his hand on his shirt, his eyes cold and hard as he looked down on the shivering figure. A thunderous shout echoed, startling everyone.


    "This is the final warning for those who intend to betray! From this moment on, security will be tightened to the maximum, no loopholes will be allowed! Both inside and outside the walls! I will not tolerate any acts of betrayal anymore!"


    A silver lighter clicked open, illuminating a small, dancing flame. The cigarette ignited, filling the air with a thick, acrid smoke that stung my lungs, making me cough violently.


    "Don''t forget, you''re under my command. Any attempt to escape will result in severe consequences. Retrieve her immediately!"


    Suddenly, a soldier''s hand clamped down on my arm as he hauled me back. Humiliation, a bitter pill, was forced down my throat as I felt the weight of countless gazes. The icy wind and the relentless rain seemed to mock my suffering.


    The door, a fleeting illusion, dissolved into nothingness. How naive I was to believe I could break free. No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible.


    The endless corridor, bathed in the eerie glow of the flickering flame, amplified the thud of my heavy steps, seemed to stretch into eternity. The rusted cell door creaked open and I was thrust into the darkness. The iron door slammed shut, sealing my fate as I was left alone with my racing heart.


    The dream of escape had been a constant companion, nurtured by a carefully laid plan. And then, the opportunity arose when the imposing wall began to crumble, revealing gaping fissures, it was as if fate had opened a door. In the ensuing chaos, I saw my chance.


    Aware of the perils that could snuff out my fragile aspirations, the burning desire to return pushed me forward. Forgot that freedom here was a distant dream, as elusive as childhood fantasies. Reasoned that if I didn''t move forward, I would fall into the abyss, for the outcome would be the same, so I might as well grasp at the light.


    The worn cloth bag, a fragile vessel of memories, lay limp in my grasp. A red, swollen welt throbbed painfully. As I watched the lonely moonlight dance on the fogged window, tears streamed down my face, salty and bitter.


    .


    The cramped room became my prison, a solitary cell where time stood still. The only company I had was the gnawing emptiness in my stomach and the phantom pains of withdrawal. A few moldy morsels offered little comfort. The drug cravings would hit when I didn''t have any tea leaves, leaving me itching and dizzy. The endless nights were haunted by the distant sounds of a world I could no longer be a part of.


    Quietly by the windowpane, raindrops lazily fell on the fogged glass. The dim oil lamp had long since gone out, leaving a biting chill to seep into every corner. Huddled on the old wooden bed, the thin blanket failed to provide any warmth.


    ''''It seems like you''ve overestimated your plan''''


    With a jolt, I spun around, my eyes darting across the darkened room. There was no one there, just an eerie silence.


    Was I going mad?


    "That was a futile effort. It''s no coincidence this place is called ''Steel Island''. It''s naive of you to think reality is so simple"


    ''''Who is it?''''


    ''''...Why does that matter?''''


    Trembling, I huddled beneath the blanket, my eyes darting around the desolate room. The sliver of moonlight that pierced the frosted windowpane did little to dispel the growing sense of dread.


    My heart leaped into my throat as a chilling sound scraped against the stone floor. Two menacing red eyes glowed from the inky blackness, their intensity growing with each passing second. Panic surged through as I backed into the wall, the only source of comfort being the meager light from the window. A monstrous silhouette loomed out of the shadows, its white fur and sharp fangs a chilling contrast to the darkness. A guttural growl rumbled from its throat as it stalked towards the bed. A disembodied voice seemed to whisper, barely audible.


    And then, it materialized, a horrifying beast that seemed straight out of my darkest fear - the very monster from the nightmare.


    "...What are you...?"


    "Seems like that terrible drug finally drove you mad"


    A grotesque grin twisted its misshapen face as it emitted a horrifying, guttural sound and retreated into the impenetrable shadows of the room.


    "You''ve fallen far from where I thought you''d be"


    ''''...What was there to expect from me?...Work, drugs, blood, gunfire...Isolation. This place is tearing me apart. Even your appearance, you strange creature...I''m not even sure what''s real anymore..."


    ''''Perhaps it would be easier to just end it all?''''


    Staring into the blood-red eyes, my heart pounded in my chest. A searing itch erupted across my skin, driving me to claw at my flesh in a desperate attempt to alleviate the torment. A wave of nausea rose in my throat as I struggled to breathe.


    "...No...Death cannot be the final destination..."


    "We''ll see how far you can go with such delusional dream"


    In an instant, the eyes were gone, leaving me bewildered in the eerie silence.


    What was happening?

 Chapter 11

    Countless nights I tossed and turned, haunted by the dread of my own judgment. Sleep eluded me, not a single moment of mental rest.


    Unconsciously, my nails frantically raked across my chilled skin, leaving behind mottled, bloody welts. My eyes, glazed and unfocused, were drawn to the blurred window, the sole source of dim light in the enveloping darkness, as if waiting for something unknown. The itching sensation tore at my skin, sending a frenzy through my body, fueling a growing sense of unease.


    I want to peel off this skin, want to vomit out all my guts.


    I want this pain to stop.


    Death.


    Is that the end of it all?


    The door flew open with a bang and a blast of frigid air swept into the room. Whirled around, my eyes widening in alarm as I saw two shadowy figures silhouetted against the doorway. Their faces were twisted in annoyance as they glared inside.


    "The Commander demands your presence."


    "...Me?"


    "You''re needed immediately."


    Mustering all my strength, I shuddered to my feet and dragged myself towards the iron door. One of the figures nodded curtly, a silent command to follow. Cowering beneath my thin cloak, I tried to conceal the ragged wounds marring my skin. My heart raced as I contemplated the possibilities that lay ahead.


    The imperial military is a vast and complex organization, centralized under the absolute authority of a Commander-in-Chief. Thirteen military districts are spread across the empire''s borders, each governed by a Deputy Commander. These districts are further divided into smaller units, led by high-ranking knights. Beneath them are the silent warriors: the soldiers. The Commander-in-Chief, the supreme commander of the royal army, is here to oversee this vast network. And he will be the final judge of my transgression.


    The sound of hurried footsteps reverberated through the long corridor, each step seeming to last an eternity. A rising tide of nausea threatened to overwhelm me, but I forced myself to swallow the bitter bile. Two lines of knights stood at attention, as still as statues. Their gleaming armor and royal crests formed a chilling barrier. Their spears were raised high, a symbol of their unwavering authority.


    Halted before the imposing door, my body racked with tremors. A wave of chills and heat washed over, leaving me feeling disoriented and overwhelmed. The heavy wooden door groaned as it swung open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with towering stacks of documents. With a harsh shove, they forced me inside and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the silent room.


    Sunlight pierced through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Seated at his desk, a man cut an imposing figure. His gaze, piercing and intense, was fixed on the aged papers before him. Clad in a deep blue uniform adorned with a gleaming white wolf insignia, he was the epitome of power. Instantly, my head bowed. A heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages.


    "I''m sure you know why you''re here."


    "...Yes..."


    Being so close, I was able to appreciate the strong, angular lines of his face, the hallmark of a true leader. A middle-aged man of imposing stature, his deep-set eyes held a wisdom that belied his years and his silvered hair added to his distinguished appearance. The Commander-in-Chief, a man perpetually occupied with the affairs of his many districts, was seldom seen. To be in his presence was a great honor, almost a privilege. Yet, his appearances were often ominous.


    "Just a few days ago, this military district was suddenly hit by a surprise attack. Coincidentally, this attack occurred at a critical time when all the deputy commanders were on their way to the capital for an urgent meeting at the palace."


    "...I can assure you, I am not a traitor. My decision to leave was based on personal reasons, and it has nothing to do with betraying anyone. I understand that this may be difficult to believe, but I beg you to give me the opportunity to explain myself fully..."


    Stunned, I straightened, forcing myself to look at him. His expression was so eerily calm.


    "Were you the one who led the archers in creating that sudden smoke screen during the crisis?"


    "...Yes, I admit that it wasn''t a wise decision."


    "Reviewing your file, it''s clear that as a pharmacist, you''ve made significant contributions to saving lives during your time in the military district. And that smoke screen was a turning point, not only diverting the dragons from the main tower but also buying precious time for reinforcements, forcing the dragons into a difficult position and ultimately forcing their retreat."


    "...I didn''t think the plan would succeed, in fact, I knew it was a risky move that could potentially harm our forces. But in that critical moment, all my decisions were driven by a single goal: to protect the main tower..."


    "Your actions, regardless of the circumstances, were commendable. If it weren''t for your quick thinking, the main tower would have fallen, creating a vulnerability in our empire''s defenses that would have been difficult to repair. The consequences would have been catastrophic."


    His eyes, filled with admiration, held an indefinable anxiety. I couldn''t help but question whether his compliments were sincere or a facade for hidden doubts.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "Nevertheless, it is undeniable that this was a serious mistake, born out of our overconfidence. This incident should serve as a stark reminder, and we must ensure that it does not happen again."


    The file landed on the desk with a thud, shattering the silence. Leaning back in his chair, he tapped a steady rhythm on the worn cover with his fingers. His words carrying a weight that seemed to linger in the air.


    "Licia Zivuska Diotisalvi"


    ''''Y-yes?...''''


    ''''I was curious about many things when I went through your file. But it¡¯s easy to see why your alias is so unusual. A stray wolf. Are you an immigrant?"


    "...Yes...I...I''m not from Isidore..."


    "A humble family, welcomed into the empire, was torn apart by a sudden tragedy. The mother died in a sudden attack. The father, burdened with the weight of the family, was drawn into the war. Despite their hardships, they poured their love into raising you and another child, a testament to the kindness of their hearts."


    The cigarette ignited, its smoke curling into the motionless air, heavy with unspoken feelings. In the quiet room, only the soft sigh remained.


    "It takes a lot of courage to do what you did. Not everyone would willingly sacrifice themselves for a loved one. Especially considering you don''t have any particular advantages. Your physique, strength, knowledge, status..."


    My hands clenched into fists behind my back as I listened to his harsh words: ''weak,'' ''incompetent,'' and ''lowly.'' He was clearly holding back more.


    "...Despite the challenges, I''ve always strived to be the best pharmacist I can be."


    "Struggling to stay alive"


    "..."


    "Every contribution, big or small, from the soldiers here deserves to be valued. It''s hard to believe that someone who once contributed so positively to the unit could become such a despicable traitor."


    "I''m not a traitor...I can swear on my life."


    "Meaningless oaths rest on a thin tongue."


    "...Please..."


    "While there are doubts, I will give you a chance to explain yourself. Think of it as a favor this military district is granting you, we won''t immediately disregard your past services. However, bear in mind that every deed has its repercussions."


    Know there''s no mercy for traitors, but what I''m about to confess could lead me to a different fate. Taking a deep breath, I tried to compose myself. He didn''t rush to judgment like the others, perhaps he will listen.


    ''''You have nothing to say in your defense?"


    Perhaps these words can never be taken back. But what else can I do but face the problem head-on. There''s no turning back now, every step is a gamble. Given the current options, every choice is a dead end.


    "...If you''ve reviewed my file, you...will know I have a history of involvement with opium and poppies. Life in the military district was suffocating, not just because of the smell of gunpowder and blood...but also because of the vicious insults and brutal beatings inflicted by the Deputy Commander. He not only tortured me physically but also mentally. He constantly pressured me to produce opium to feed his own addiction...I couldn''t bear living a life enslaved by the crimes of others. So, at the first opportunity, I seized the chance..."


    Grasping the edge of my coat, my eyes never left him, pleading silently. A profound silence filled the room, punctuated only by the steady tick of the antique clock. Extinguishing his cigarette, he picked up the file and began to flip through the pages, his gaze scanning the pages.


    "What proof do you have?"


    "...The cigarettes he carried weren''t ordinary tobacco, they were pure opium. You can verify this yourself, Commander. He has an illegal supply line from outside the military district where he frequently trades opium. That''s...all the information I have. I don''t actually hate this place...I understand everyone is trying to contribute to the war effort. But I don''t want to be involved in this anymore. The illegal drug trade not only destroys people but is also a serious crime...It''s wrong, both personally and against the empire..."


    "What about the physical abuse?"


    With trembling hands, I pulled off my tattered brown cloak. Beneath it, the thin, off-white shirt, stained with the colors of the earth which was never enough to keep me warm, now revealed the long scars marring my back. His gaze fell upon me, empty and unfeeling. The old and new wounds, barely visible in the sunlight, were a painful reminder of what I had endured, leaving me feeling confused and ashamed.


    "How long has this been happening?"


    "...Five years, since I enlisted."


    "Why didn''t you report this sooner? Besides you, is there anyone else who knows about this?"


    "...I didn''t have any chance. The Deputy Commander held all the power in the military district. There was no one I could turn to. If he found out, I couldn''t imagine the consequences."


    "If what you''re saying is true, this is a very serious matter. A high-ranking officer involved in drug trafficking and the abuse of soldiers is a grave violation of the empire''s laws and morals."


    Leaning back in his chair, his gaze lingering on me with a heavy dose of suspicion.


    "Despite that, you have just admitted to a serious crime. Do you feel any remorse for what you''ve done?"


    "I admit my guilt. I...plead for the opportunity to spend the rest of my life atoning for my sins and hope to have a chance to return to my family...I still have a younger sibling..."


    "The penalty for treason is death, do you understand?"


    ''''...I undertstand...''''


    Tolerance and compassion. Is it too much to ask.


    "I will personally look into this matter. Until a final judgment is reached, you will remain in custody to ensure a fair and impartial investigation. My actions are guided by my principles. A leader does not dismiss the efforts of their subordinates. Everyone has their own struggles, and my years on the battlefield have given me a deep understanding of this."


    "...Words cannot express my gratitude..."


    "This doesn''t mean you''re free from the consequences of your actions. Now, you may leave."


    With a slight bow, I departed in silence. Outside, the knight guards stood side by side, as rigid as stone statues, motionless in the cold morning. My steps faltered as I glanced through the wide window of the grand hallway. In the distance, bathed in sunlight, the towering castle wall stood , a colossal guardian of ancient mysteries. Each cold stone step echoed with a mournful cadence, harmonizing with the gentle snowfall outside. Life went on, but a part of me remained forever in this place.


    The tears had long since dried, leaving an aching void. The door slammed shut behind the departing knight and a sudden, sharp wave of pain washed over me. I stumbled and fell, clutching my stomach, my face twisted in agony. Cold sweat broke out, my breath came in ragged gasps and spasms wracked my body. I retched, bile rising in my throat, its bitter taste filling my mouth. A faint whisper, meaningless sound, echoed in the darkness and was lost in the gloom.


    ''''...No...please...''''


    Bolting upright, my eyes flew open in terror as the only light came in through the cracks in the door. My head spun, cold sweat drenched my body and pain shot through me so intense I dug my nails into my flesh.


    "...Death...is not as simple as that..."


    Doubled over, my head bowed as I retched. Bitter bile dripped from my mouth onto the floor. My head felt like it was about to explode and a constant whispering echoed in my mind, like a broken record.


    "ENOUGH! SHUT UP!"


    My vision blurred, I stumbled and collapsed onto the old bed.


    No one was there.


    In the end, there was no one here.

 Chapter 12

    Isolated on the uppermost floor of the main tower, the temperature dropped to a piercing cold. Time hung heavy, each second an eternity. Escape seemed as distant as the stars, for the fortress walls had become an impenetrable barrier. Still, in those fleeting moments, the desperate craving for the drug finally subsided.


    How many days has it been.


    This sensation is a chilling echo of the past. It was like reliving those endless nights in the old cellar, seeking solace in the darkness. The darkness remains, but now it is filled with a chilling solitude and an eerie quietude.


    As slumber was creeping over, a sudden series of strange noises from outside startled me awake. My eyes flew open towards the window on the door, where a pair of obsidian orbs seemed to pierce the darkness. Heart pounding, my unsteady feet causing me to stumble into the iron door. Eric, he was here.


    "Lia! Are you okay!?"


    "What are you doing here!? How did you get past the guards?"


    "Don''t worry about that. I''m just glad to see you''re alive. I brought you some bread."


    With that, he tore the loaf into small pieces and pushed them through the narrow window. Taking each fragrant piece, I leaned back against the door and slowly brought it to my mouth. The rich butter, combined with the smell of freshly baked bread, made my stomach rumble with pleasure. It was a feast for my senses, a far cry from the food the soldiers had been giving me for the past few days.


    ''''...Thank you...''''


    "I''ve heard about what happened."


    "...I understand you may find my decision foolish...Despite knowing the potential pitfalls, I remain steadfast in my resolve..."


    "In recent days, rumors concerning this matter have proliferated rapidly within the military compound. You have been publicly denounced as a traitor, while I am suspected of collusion with you."


    "...I deeply regret everything that has occurred. I am so sorry for bringing you into this. I just...All I was doing was..."


    "Don''t blame yourself."


    "...I never intended to do anything to harm you....You...don''t think I am a traitor, do you?"


    The shame makes me choke. Hesitating, indecision clouding my mind, heart heavy with sorrow. Honestly, I don''t blame him, because even in that situation, leaving suddenly like that. Perhaps anyone would be suspicious.


    "No. You are not that kind of person. I was there with you. I saw the look in your eyes when we fought together, when you risked your life running to the wall to protect the main tower. A traitor could be anyone, but it won''t be you. I know that in my heart."


    "I''m truly sorry for leaving without a word. I know I was wrong to do that..."


    ''''What really happened?''''


    His eyes, peering through the narrow window, flickered with uncertainty, as if the confusion within were mirrored on his face on the other side.


    ''''Hey. It is going to be okay, you can trust me. We will get through this together.''''


    "...The Deputy Commander, he...forced me to do things against my will, threatening to harm me. I was left with no option but to comply...I was terrified, truly terrified..."


    Froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. Words seemed to get stuck in his throat. Maybe now, he saw me as nothing more than a pitiful creature. But after all I had been through, this pain no longer mattered. A little more, a little more wouldn''t hurt. Tipping on my toes, I reached up to him, like a withered flower yearning for sunlight. My trembling fingers brushed the cold iron door. Those eyes, once again, pleaded for his understanding.


    "...Why didn''t you ask for help?"


    "From who?"


    "From...from me, I could have helped you. Why didn''t you say anything sooner?..."


    "What could you have done?"


    "I..."


    "Perhaps...you are tired of hearing this. But I am truly sorry...sorry for not saying anything, sorry for always trying to pretend I was okay. You are the first real friend I have ever had, and I was afraid that if you knew about this, you would look down on me too...just like everyone else. I never wanted to be a burden to you. But in the end...I have ended up just being a failure who drags those I love down with me..."This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    It has always been like this. My arrival brought nothing but misfortune. My parents, they risked their lives to cross the border just for a better future for me. Dylan, the fire, it was all my fault for getting involved in illegal activities. Olivia, she still couldn''t bear to abandon a beggar like me, even though her burden was already too much. And now, he, with his boundless kindness, is also caught up in my mess.


    "...I didn''t...I...I had no idea that such things were happening to you..."


    "What difference would it make if I told you? We are just pawns in this game..."


    "...I-I am so sorry..."


    "...No...This isn''t your fault. All of this..."


    Not my fault. That is true. But wasn''t I always there when those tragedies happened?


    "You are not a traitor. I will defend you, it definitely wasn''t you."


    "I have confessed everything to the Commander..."


    "Will he believe you?"


    "Given the current evidence, it is difficult to make a definitive conclusion. However, he has agreed to look into it thoroughly."


    "I guess that is the best we can hope for..."


    "...Even if I am not a traitor, I will still have to face the consequences for being associated with that substance..."


    There was a hint of fear in the tone, a touch of anger in the gaze. Without a word, it seemed the pain was spreading, heavy as stones weighing down on our chests.


    "...The sentence is coming soon. Regardless...of what the final decision is, I hope you can forgive me for everything. Until this moment, you''ve still come here yourself to check on me. I know I don''t deserve this but I''m really...really grateful for your kindness..."


    "No, don''t say that...Everything will be alright."


    "It''s not going to be alright."


    Those eyes, like a stagnant pool of water, cold and still, searched for a glimmer of comfort. Yet deep down, I knew those hopes were but desperate illusions. Before the words could finish, the hurried footsteps of the guards echoed through the space.


    ''''Don''t give up''''


    With those words, he turned and left. I stood still with a heavy heart as he faded into the night. A vast emptiness, without a ripple.


    .


    "What kind of stupid game are you playing"


    The cigarette smoldered, its smoke curling lazily, filling the room with a heavy, smoky haze. The fire in the hearth cast an eerie glow on the walls, illuminating the deep lines etched on his weary face. His eyes, sunken and lifeless, filled with weariness and disappointment, scanned the newspaper, each word a seeming curse upon himself.


    "Foolish girl"


    The cigarettes lay hidden in the small cabinet. His gaze lingered on the faded photograph, the foggy glass like a veil covering the past. The photo was torn diagonally, leaving only half of his face and a faint shadow of his old friend. The young man in the photo with a bright smile was now nothing but a ghost.


    "Wildflowers bloom, yet the cure remains elusive. This empire and that damned drug are all a cruel joke."


    He had only known that deadly flower as a lethal weapon, a cruel tool to end life. Unexpectedly, the cure to those wounds was in the hands of such a lowly creature. Now, the news had spread among the ranks, leaving him with little choice but to comply. It was laughable to think that those whips weren''t enough to silence her.


    Deputy Commander, that was his title. But who was he, really. The glamorous facade of a hero belied the savage heart of a bloodthirsty demon. Could it be that beneath all the atrocities, he was just another victim, corrupted by the horrors of ''war''. Since when had his mind become so clouded by the cravings of delusion.


    Hallucination, a salvation or simply a curse.


    The rusty hinges screeched in unison with the heavy footsteps as the rotten wooden door burst open. Before the Deputy Commander could react, he found himself facing a forest of gleaming blades. Heart hammered in his chest, his hands trembled as he raised them in surrender, his eyes darting around the room in panic. The silhouettes of the knights, cast by the flickering flames, seemed like grotesque shadows. Without a word, one knight lunged forward. A cold, iron grip seized his arm, his body went rigid and he was dragged down onto the cold stone floor.


    "Secure the entire zone!"


    "What is the meaning of this?!''''


    "You stand accused of the most vile and depraved acts. Tortured your soldiers for your own sick gratification and indulged in forbidden substances. Your actions are a betrayal of everything the military stands for and a stain on the honor of the empire."


    "This is absurd! Release me immediately! I have never committed such crimes."


    The room was a scene of utter devastation, things were strewn about haphazardly, every nook and cranny was ransacked, nothing was left. His eyes bulged with terror as he let out a blood-curdling scream. The weight of his crimes now cast a heavy shadow over him. It was a cruel irony. The power he had once wielded was now nothing but a cruel twist of fate.


    "Captain! We found it!"


    "You have all lost your minds!"


    Taking the cigarette, the pharmacist lit it, watching as the smoke curled upward. Their eyes bored into it, nothing unusual. Forcing a smile, he tried to hide his panic, his disheveled state was a stark contrast to his usual composure as he knelt on the cold, hard floor.


    "It''s only a cigarette, for crying out loud!"


    "Sir, with all due respect, I must inform you that this is opium, morphine. A highly addictive drug."


    ''''Bullshit!''''


    Crushing out the cigarette, the pharmacist pinched the remaining butt between his fingers and snapped it in two. The rice paper crumbled, exposing a stash of pristine white granules that shimmered in the dim light.


    ''''This cigarette doesn''t have any distinctive scent. Are you implying that someone of your standing would resort to such inferior products? It doesn''t quite fit your reputation.''''


    "I rolled this myself! What''s the problem with that?!"


    The absurd words echoed in his ears. The Captain''s eyes narrowed, his gaze drilling into the kneeling man. Stepping forward, he paused, his polished shoes making a crisp sound against the ground. His patience, like a taut string, was reaching its limit.


    "You can stop this pathetic act now."


    "...C-Commander..."


    "You tower over others yet your perspective is so limited. Your arrogance knows no bounds and you abuse your power with impunity."


    ''''N-no, please...I beg you...''''


    He was stunned, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. His face drained of color as his eyes widened and fell to the floor. He had grossly underestimated this creature. Turned out that when cornered, it wouldn''t just stand there and take it, even knowing it would pay for its crimes.


    Those who harbor such savage intentions, do they ever regret their past?