Heavy black clouds gathered in the sky and the waters started to stormy rustle from their waves as if it was the calling of nature to the war, looking for justice because the bad weather and the wandering kept the People of Siar together, but the big war, that was approaching, forced them to split up eventually and walk on different paths while looking for stability, safety, and for the salvation of those still too weak to defend themselves due to their young age or of those who lived enough harsh winters already, times that left them powerless, bringing, in their bones, like a reminding symbol, the pain of the past times.
„It feels cold,” the old Solan said while slowly advancing on that winding path that they chose to head toward the Realm of Ice where they hoped to find a shelter, with Island next to them as their new leader that was at that moment only a few meters behind the group, searching the area if it was sure to be crossed.
Looking at the sky, the old Solan saw the mad race of the black clouds one after another as if they were purebred horses, black like pitch, chased from behind by the whip of their upset owner. Then, he grabbed the edges of the coat and pulled them closer to his body, covering his old bones with the shreds of his clothing, shivering because of the cold wind that was whipping him from behind, rumpling his hair, and making his flesh creep.
„Savaṉṉā,” the old man slowly stammered, bristling even more while he was trying hard to keep up with the others who, as he did, were hardly trying to protect their bodies with their tattered clothing from the keen wind.
Seeing them shivering because of the harsh wind, Island stopped, looking around, and, because of this, the Siars also stopped, not understanding what was happening.
„Did you say Savaṉṉā, old Solan?” Island asked, preoccupied, and he also looked at the furious clouds that swarmed the vault of the sky.
The old Solan slowly smiled, nodding yes, while his lips whispered barely heard: „that’s right, son. I feel this pursuer at my heels for so long already because I’ve lived so many years already on this Earth and, since long ago, I should have crossed the Bridge Yeomna, to see what’s on the realms of Aeon. That's why I know so well the breath of Savaṉṉā.”
„Maybe the time of crossing the Bridge Yeomna already came, but the good hour didn’t come yet,” Island said, taking the sword out of the sheath because the wind around them freshened and was spinning in circles as if a big tornado was about to take shape.
However, the Titan of Ice knew well that the rebellious current of air hadn't anything to do with the whim of nature, but it was rather led by someone furious, that had designs against the Siars, and Island wouldn't have allowed it to take them by surprise or defeat them eventually.
„Gather all together,” Island gave the command, and humans listened to his command right away, gathering in one big group in seconds while staring afraid around because even if the sounds heard and the blowing of the wind, felt on their skin, were scaring them a lot, nobody was seen around, and that was really weird.
A call to battle, that seemed to come out of the depths of the Earth, made the women shout frightened, and, closing their eyes, they held their children to the chest, hiding them with the skirts of their long dresses.
Then, the poor souls winced several times more, hearing that shout closer and closer to them. But the only ones whom that frightening shout didn’t put death in them have been Island and the old Solan: Island - because he knew well who was approaching them, and the old Solan - well, when the man is closer to death, he isn’t afraid of anything.
„Samargo,” Island suddenly hissed through his teeth, seeing how a cold blowing of wind was transformed into thick fog, but not everywhere around them: only in front of them while the soil under their feet started to powerfully vibrate as if it was hit with a mace to clean it of dust.
Solan, who was to the right of the Titan, stretched his back and looked in front, with his almost blind eyes. But as if he had a bit of unexpected luck before the great fall, Solan could hear coming from that white, thick fog, that could be even cut with a sharp knife, but unlikely to separate, a deafening sound.
However, that sound wasn’t made by some kind of mystic beast: it was the grunt of the ground, that suddenly cracked, long in front of them, and the crack on the Earth’s surface approached the people and Island with such a speed that made them suddenly crawl back.
„Let no one move from his place,” the old Solan gave the command and that order amazed even Island, who looked thunderstruck at the old man.
Spotting the Titan’s glance focused on his person, Solan calmly smiled and touched his chest with his right hand: „what your mind can’t tell you, it tells you your heart, and even if you are older than I am, Titan, you’ve never been so close to death as I was. Me instead… I got to juggle with it and not only once did I get the bitter of her. That’s why I have 84 autumns lived today and the same number of springs. So, I got to know well how the scent of death feels.”
„The scent of death?” Island asked in amazement.
„Of course. Samargo! Those demons are following hard after an alive soul and you also know that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have grabbed that handle of the sword so tightly and with both hands, actually.”
Island, looking at his hands, saw that he was really squeezing the handle of the sword with tooth and tail, and he was doing this unconsciously because he also didn’t know why he was so afraid of, even if he was aware that the demons, Samargo, have no power over him. But they could hurt the humans, and Island promised to lead them unhurt toward a safe shelter in the Realms of Ice, to protect them. Yet, he understood that he has been probably mistaken because the beasts of the eternal night - Samargo, smelled their tracks and followed them till there.
Suddenly, the crack that stopped about 100 meters in front of them, enlarged more and more as if it was giving place to something or someone to get to the earth’s surface.
But minutes later, after the crack on the ground had the size of a kilometer, still, nobody was seen approaching, even if the noise of something scary was heard while that beast was galloping toward them, a noise that was heard closer and closer with each second while the white fog became thicker and thicker, and, very soon, the fog got a black color as if it burnt the entire world.
Then, the crack started to broaden with such speed that the Siars didn’t even manage to blink thrice when they saw themselves surrendered and kept captives on a kind of island, made by the ghosts of the eternal night with their stinky breath.
„Those aren’t playing,” Island furiously growled, and, throwing his sword in the air, he transformed it into a lance, that he right away grabbed in his hand and he took an assault position again. „Come on, boys, don’t be shy,” he mumbled, seeing that the unwelcome guests were late to show up in front of them.
Very soon, however, his desire has been fulfilled and his whispered call heard: with a deafening noise, 13 war carriages came out of that abyss. In each carriage was seen a Samargo, who was tightly holding the reins of two Cerberus, that were pulling the chariot.
But their bodies could be only glimpsed through that dark fog, and this made them be really frightening, especially due to the magical cane that they were holding in their right hands and which was sparkling fire, illuminating, from time to time, the surroundings.
However, very soon, the light of those thirteen canes gathered and the hideous faces of the thirteen Samargo could be well seen: they had a very tall bodies with gnarled feet, wide soles, and 6 toes at each foot. Their hands were also thick from shoulder to wrist, and their big palms could easily lay a strong man low if one of the Samargo had crossed his mind that it was necessary to slap the enemy’s head.
Also, they had big heads, elongated at the crown, and bald which made them seem as if it was an ostrich egg, and, on each side of the head, big ears could be seen, similar to the bat wings. Their eyes were big enough, but a little bit oblong to the corners, overshadowed by red bushy eyelashes, and the retina was also of a bright red as if it was taking the color of the flames seen on their canes. And the Samargo’s big and wavy noses, with large nostrils sniffing the horizon, seemed to be made from soft wax or plasticine as if someone had punched them, in jest, just to deform their sharp top.
Lips - well, they didn’t have it or at least this was the first impression someone had, seeing them for the first time, and this was due to the lips'transparent color, that made them seem invisible. Yet, it was still revealing their ugly teeth in a strange way: teeth too small in size, of a yellow color, hidden behind those transparent lips.
Then, it was the chin: sharp at the top and extremely disproportional with the rest of their heavy-set body, more compared with their thick neck but short in size, grown right from their body, which made them similar to a beetle or to a caricature that got ups team in the hands of a child, and this could easily raise a laugh of those who saw them, like a twist of Fate.
But only a few humans and Titans knew that Samargo have been Titans once and that they’d been extremely handsome in fact.
Actually, when Chaos created them, he was in a very good mood and he gave them the opportunity to choose by themselves the territories they want to own. But, having no knowledge about life and about the limitless Earth, they asked for a large area only and where is very warm.
So, Uranus, taking advantage of their innocence or stupidity, made them, by trickery, choose the Realm of the Underground life, which was large and enough… warm because those lands were always surrounded by eternal fire, and this, in time, changed the beautiful faces of the Samargo and transformed them into the hideous beings that could be seen at that moment in front of Island and of the humans.
Even so, even if they knew that Samargo were the Masters of the Eternal Fire, no one knew why their heads became oval because, in the beginning, when they had been only created, their heads were rounded and normal like the humans’. At that moment instead, they looked more like a rugby ball, perfectly disproportional with their huge body: something unseen before by any earthly being and it seemed that the inhabitants of the Cosmos also didn’t know their strange and unknown story.
„I see that you still get up to your tricks, Titan Island,” Gosmel growled, showing his small yellow teeth to the Titan, an extremely unpleasant grin, and this made Island grab his lance even tighter, trying to send a message to those seen in front of them - that he wasn’t afraid and that they would fight till the last drop of blood for their freedom.
„And you are still reckless as you’ve always been, Gosmel. It seems that you have forgotten already on whose realms you dared to step onto,” Island hissed through the teeth, furiously sparkling sparks of fire through his eyes, but this only made Gosmel loudly laugh and those twelve companions of the leader of the Samargo also laughed, tainted by the long laughter of their leader.
„Someone else’s realm, you say?! Well, it seems to me that you are mistaken, Titan because we are still on our territory and we didn’t even touch another area even with the top of the toes,” and, saying this, snapping his fingers, Gosmel managed to make the void under their chariots reveal what was in the underworld, in full splendor because what seemed a simple limitless abyss at first, suddenly became a city built in black stone, wrapped by a white-grey fog that was floating over the tops of the houses, sometimes washing them in the blowing of the fog.
In that underground city, the order of the houses was also weird because... while in the world of humans, the houses were built in a line, separated by a small space between them, in two lines in some places and forming streets and fairs, the city of Samargo was built around of a huge castle, also built from black stones.
That castle was right in the center of the town, built on 666 levels, that were raising a lot above the city. But it was also descending, the same number of levels, in the ground, inside of the base.
Windows, however, weren’t seen on those walls. But even so, there were holes all over the walls, engraved in stone and similar to blind eyes.
Also, all around the castle, on the external wall, stairs were seen, engraved on the stones and climbing in a zig-zag from the first floor to the last one. Thus, due to the fact that half of the castle was sticking out and another half of it was deeply hidden underground, the stairs were also split up in half.
Hence, half of the stairs were climbing to the roof while the second part of it was entering the underground, and this view was made to demonstrate the imperfections of life or the uphills and downhills a human being had to face while being on earth, but they were also the perfect representation of the changing of Fate: not only of humans but of the entire world.
Then, in the deep underground, a big pyre was seen, that started to increase the size of its flames when the stone wall, swallowed by fog, allowed to be seen through it as if the stones had suddenly become transparent and that change of substance allowed Island and others to spot the souls of the dead ones, that recently left Earth, and who were wandering along the halls of that huge castle: part of them climbing the stairs, and the second part was descending on the underground, where nobody ever turned back from.
That building was known as the Gates of Hell or Narakattiṉ Vācal because once a soul was crossing the Bridge Yeomna, which was seen right in the center of the building, inside it, the soul was judged and condemned according to its sins committed in life, and the sinners were sent both to the eternal dungeon or to Purgatorium where those whose sins hadn’t been supreme were sent to pay for what they did and clean their karma thus, and, after a period of time, that soul, that crossed the Purgatorium, was sent to Aeon, giving it the chance to be reborn.
But there were also innocent souls, like the children's, that were sent directly to Aeon, and those souls were seen climbing on a separate stair, that was tied to the Bridge Yeomna.
Yet, even if the Bridge Yomna was seen as only one big bridge, it was only an illusion because there were many more bridges tied to the central one, linking the central building to the other small ones seen around it.
Actually, those lateral buildings were responsible for a single continent in fact. Yet, even if there were seen a lot of other buildings all around, only 7 of them, bigger in size, were close to the Gates of Hell, and those buildings were in fact the 7 continents of the Planet Earth.
„This is the greatness and the splendor of my kingdom, the Realm of Samargo,” Gosmel proudly said while the Siars were analyzing, afraid, each detail seen by them in that kingdom and shaking with all their body. „Even if this realm seems scary, it consists of two worlds in fact - the earthly one and the underground one, the place where Samargo are living for millennia, in the service of the Cosmos, serving Chaos, even if the human beings and the entire world thinks that we are on our own. Despite all the legends that roam the world, denigrating our names, we are still serving our Holy Cause: to help this world survive and punish the sinners.”
„Maybe this is like you say. But, yet, Gosmel, I don’t understand why you are here now. As far as I know, nobody died yet, and nor you didn’t come here to ask for that soul, it seems to me,” Island said, but this amazed so much the leader of Samargo.
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„Huh, nobody?! Allow me to have another opinion because I consider that we came here just on the time. We’ve been called here to take these souls because the end of the Siars arrived, just as their wandering on Earth has already finished: here is their final point that they could have reached - in the same place we appeared.”
Gosmel’s words made children cry, and women shudder, covering their mouths not to let their shouts be heard because none of them had ever expected to die like this: all at once.
Seeing that Island was about to explode because of anger, Gosmel descended in a jump from his chariot and headed toward the Titan, stepping on that void as if it was hard soil. „Don’t broil, Titan! It’s not your fault, just as it isn’t ours. We are only doing our job, as the messengers of the underworld here, on Earth, and I assure you that we won’t leave today with an empty hand.”
„Then you don’t let me another choice, Gosmel: we must fight,” Island growled and the fact that he threw his ice lance toward Samargo, made Gosmel get angry and he threw another lance, of fire.
Halfway, the two lances hit the other one and broke into pieces. Then, in the hands of the two Titans, swords appeared and they took an assault position.
But Island knew well that the abyss, which seemed to be solid and sure if stepping on it, was tricky and that on that transparent surface could step only the Samargo without being afraid to fall into it.
„Are you afraid?” Gosmel asked, grinning.
„I don’t know which of us is more afraid. I’m more tempted to think that the frightened one you are because if you had been sure of your success, you wouldn’t have played on your territory now, but you would have fought on solid soil.”
„I hate narrow places,” Gosmel growled. „You are too many on that island. There’s no place for me there,” and Gosmel grinned, satisfied because even if he disliked the idea of fighting with Island, he also knew that he has no choice because Island won’t give him those souls without a battle first. „Ok, be as you wish!” Gosmel said and, blowing a gust of black air from his mouth, the leader of the Samargo transformed the abyss between him and Island into a kind of path as if the earth recovered its previous hard shape.
But that path wasn’t wider than 2-3 meters. However, it was solid enough and, to demonstrate to Island that it was sure, Gosmel started to jump on it, making everything around shudder because of his weight. „Do you see now? It’s safe. So: with courage, my friend,” Samargo provoked the Titan.
Island deeply breathed in and stretched his back. Then, so suddenly, he has been surrounded by swords, daggers, and lances, created by his own power.
And, before starting the battle, he told Solan: „Listen, old man: I’m not sure that I can handle this by myself only. So, each of you should grab something from these objects that are surrounding us now, and, if they try to attack you by using their wiliness, then hit them and defend your life. Preferably, you should stab their eyes because, seeing nothing around, they can’t do anything. I’m sure that they won’t look for you only by groping around after your souls.”
Solan only slowly nodded yes and, he didn’t even manage to turn his head toward his fellows and give them the command when he saw them armed already - everybody took what they could grab or was near them, and everybody was actually armed: elders, women, and children. Except for the old Solan, who was still with his hands empty.
„Why are you still unarmed?” Island asked him.
„Because I consider that this battle is useless. If death comes after you… fighting with it is useless. You should better look into its eyes and, with your head raised up, follow it, surely stepping onto the Bridge Yeomna.”
„What I consider to be foolishness is to die without fighting against death because I’m more than sure that they aren’t here because someone’s good hour came, but because someone else sent them here to attack us. Right, Gosmel? Come on, be courageous and confess! Whose orders are you listening to, this time? Parca’s? Tenebre or Coallar’s? Or… don’t tell me: did you join Eris’s army?”
Gosmel ironically grinned: „the caged tiger doesn’t bow even in front of the wind. Why should we do that?”
„Because you are looking for more freedom than you have now?!” The Titan teased him. „You are crawling your hideous bodies through the sinuous tunnels of hell for thousands of years already. I’m sure that you want some fresh meat too.”
„Let’s say you are right. But: I won’t tell you whose orders I’m listening to now and nor what I’ll win doing this.”
„Parca!” Island said in a hiss and smiled. „I feel her by the smell, even if she doesn’t have one, and… after the words said by you because such words… aren’t something your small brain could formulate. Not with your dry brains,” Island furiously growled and he has been the first to attack.
Their swords had hungrily hit each other, making the void from around them deafeningly resound. Then, two steps in front had been taken, another two back, exchanging powers and trying to kneel the enemy down, even if the balance of their powers couldn’t be inclined on any of the two parts because they had equal power and both of them knew that they can't win in a fair battle. So, they started to use tricks for that.
Gosmel, suddenly yelping in a weird growling, made huge tongues of fire increase in volume, on both sides of the path, whose tops were heading toward the two Titans, about to swallow them.
And... to fight against the fire, Island jumped in the air, as high as he could, and, stretching both arms aside, he took his dragon form, spitting ice all over and this made the flames freeze.
But even if the external frame was polished with ice, inside of it, the tongues of fire were still alive, threatening to break those ice walls into pieces, walls on which drops of water were already seen flowing down.
Then, Island flew over Gosmel, trying to jerk on him and take him into his claws. But when to grab him, Samargo threw himself to the ground and quickly rolled on the narrow path of earth, not giving the dragon the chance to immobilize him. Wrathfully, the Titan let a fierce growl come out of his throat, and when he furiously flopped, he threw sharp matchwood of ice toward Gosmel.
The other Samargo jumped off their chariots, intending to attack the Titan. But Gosmel’s roaring: „don’t mess in this battle,” stopped them, looking frozen while they were still squeezing the handles of their swords, ready for the attack, even if no magic has taken over them - they only obeyed their leader’s command.
When the ice dragon took the plunge toward Gosmel again, the Samargo grabbed one of the dragon’s legs, after jerking in the air, and, even if Island was furiously hitting him with his huge wings or with the other leg, he couldn’t throw Gosmel to the ground. So, Gosmel could climb eventually on the dragon’s back.
Grabbing a sword of fire with both hands and raising it above his head, intending to hit the dragon’s back of the neck with it and end his life, he saw, in amazement, that the fire of his sword didn’t melt the scales of the dragon, but it only mirrored in them and this made the Samargo stare thunderstruck at all this.
Then, Samargo saw Island’s face reflected in the scales of the dragon’s back, and, Gosmel didn’t even manage to react when he saw himself held in the Titan’s arms, who suddenly took his usual shape, squeezing the enemy into his arms, and both fell to the ground, hardly hitting the earth’s surface, and the force of the hit made the two split up and roll on the ground on opposite directions.
Due to the speed of rolling, Island had been practically thrown off the path and he barely managed to grab the sharp edge of it with his fingers.
But… it suddenly started to grind.
Looking up, Island saw Gosmel very close to the edge, staring at him and squeezing his both fists into one while his lips were murmuring something incomprehensible.
Namely that unnatural mutter made the edge of the path grind so fast, starting from the small island on which the Siars were and approaching Island.
Releasing his right hand, Island tried to make a sword appear in his hand first, but he saw in amazement that he was incapable of this. Then, he demanded in a shout to appear a dagger in his hand, which he intended to stub into the edge of the ground and stop the grinding of the soil, but again his magic didn’t work. What remained was to transform back into a dragon. But when he closed his eyes, imagining his dragon shape as he usually did when he wanted to transform, he only saw a big void in his mind, which amazed him a lot.
Suddenly, in front of the eyes of his mind, from that inner void, Island saw Hestia’s flames rising up and she appeared from them, telling him: „the magic is useless in the space between two worlds, Titan. Without help, you are lost. Just as the People of Siar will be lost. So, use your brain instead of your mind! Make a pact to salvation!”
„A pact? What kind of pact?” Island feverishly murmured. But Hestia and her flames suddenly vanished without giving him an answer, and this forced Island open his eyes, feeling how the edge, which he held, cracked. So, not to fall into that abyss without return, Island jerked up, moved by an inner force, and he grabbed another part of the soil, much more solid, even if he didn’t know for how long it will last so.
„A pact? What kind of pact? What pact should I propose to this demon to save us all?” Island wondered, but no answer came into his mind. Suddenly, he winced, hearing Solan’s voice, who dared to talk to Gosmel and he interrupted so the murmur of the spell.
„What number of souls did the Titanide of Fate tell you to take with you?” The old man asked, watching Gosmel with no fear in his eyes.
The boldness of a human being amazed Gosmel so much, who turned his head and watched him, after stopping his murmur, because nobody ever dared to face an angel of death, not talking about proposing a pact in exchange for his life as it seemed to be the intention of the old man when he has decided to talk to a Samargo.
„A number? She didn’t say,” Gosmel murmured eventually, after taking a few moments to remember if Parca mentioned a number. „She only said: the People of Siar.”
„Then: it’s only one soul,” Solan cunningly answered, but his words made Gosmel unhappily growl.
„I wouldn’t be that sure,” Gosmel said, furiously staring at Solan.
The old man instead didn’t scare and calmly said: „If I were you, I would have believed that. If the Titanide of Fate said the Soul of the People of Siar, then it’s only one soul and as I’m the oldest here, I propose my soul instead of the soul of my people because the elders are the basis of a People and a People must end with them.”
„Tricky are your words, old man, but ill-advised. Since when the soul of a dodderer can be considered the soul of an entire People?” Gosmel raved and stormed against Solan while advancing toward him. But he stopped, seeing approaching them, in the gallop of the horses of air, the Queen Inlan Diar with her army.
The soldiers of the queen were extremely similar to Arion: their manner of acting, their clothing, and the color of their hair, skin, and eyes. Only their faces were different. But all to one were convinced to win that battle. So, seeing Island barely managing to keep his balance on that sharp edge of the ground, they urged their horses, heading straight toward him.
„Did you call your mammy to help you?” Gosmel said in mockery, but his words didn’t bother Island at all. Per contra: it gave him some hope because it meant that the People of Siar was already safe.
Arriving above them, Inlan Diar stared at Gosmel, as if piercing him with her ice glance, but Gosmel wasn’t at all bothered by her anger.
„This is not what we agreed, Gosmel,” the Queen of Ice shouted. „If you touch my son or any of these humans, then you’ll declare war on me,” she harshly told him.
„War? What for? Because I’m asking for what is mine?”
„No. Because you infringed your oath and you broke our agreement: you can’t take any soul that’s on the realm of ice if you can’t demonstrate that the good hour of that soul already came. Can you prove that?”
Gosmel grimaced: no, he couldn’t. There was only one soul predestinated to die there: a ten-year-old boy, that was tightly held to his mother’s chest.
And when Gosmel looked at the boy, behind the Samargo, a big Clock showed up, and, on the Clock’s face, which was stopped at that time, they could see the boy’s face reflected on it.
It was a blond boy, with alive, green eyes, and his glance wasn't reflecting the time of his death in it. But Island and Inlan Diar, looking at that clock, knew that Gosmel wasn’t lying.
Seeing the sad glance of Inlan Diar, the child’s mother started to madly cry while holding her child to her chest. But the poor guy, who didn’t understand at all what was going on, stared only frightened at her and at the others.
Solan suddenly stopped in front, approaching Gosmel more.
One of the women, that was right behind the old man, stretched her arm to stop him, but her hand only touched Solan’s shoulder.
However, that touch didn’t make the old man change his mind - he only looked at her, kindly smiling: „I’m not afraid to exchange my life for another one because I’ve lived enough and I saw a lot in all these years of wandering. But this boy is still young: he must live, in my place.”
„Have you lost your mind, old man? Your good time didn’t come yet. Don’t you really care about your life?” Gosmel shouted.
„Because I respect life, I’ve decided this. I’m the only master of my life, just as I can decide when it’s the good time to start to walk onto the path toward Aeon.”
Solan started to slowly walk onto that narrow path with no fear in his soul. Then, getting next to Gosmel, he didn’t stop, but passed by him, heading toward the chariots.
But he stopped past Island, who was still hanging in the air, staring with frightened eyes at that old man because he has never seen such a mad man willingly giving up his own life only to save a stranger.
And… Island had lived and seen a lot in his years lived on Earth: he had seen mothers sacrificing themselves for their children as Edda had done; he had seen fathers defending their offspring; a brother giving up on his life for a brother or sister, but a stranger laying down his life for another stranger, it was something he was seeing for the first time.
„Take care of my people, Titan, and… never give up, whatever the weather will be: in stormy times or war times, just fight and never lay down your lives. Only bravely fighting, we will make it, in the end.” Solan to Island.
Then, the old man slowly bent in front of the Titan and kept walking toward Gosmel’s chariot, and when he arrived next to the chariot, the old Solan stopped and waited for the Samargo to also come there.
But Gosmel didn’t rush to approach him because, leaving that place, only with one soul in his chariot, meant breaking the Pact he did with Parca and he knew what she can do when she was furious.
However, fighting against Inlan Diar and her soldiers wasn’t a good idea too because this second decision would have meant breaking their pact: an agreement they signed with blood when the Samargo got that territory and she didn’t oppose it.
And… it could have brought another problem: fighting with the habitants of the Realm of Ice meant involving the other Titans in that war and that wasn’t in his plans. Very soon, Gosmel understood that he was actually between the devil and the deep sea, not finding an answer to his own questions.
It’s time, Gosmel! It’s the time to choose!” Inlan Diar told him. „You’ll leave or you’ll fight! But let me tell you that choosing the second variant means having no win. If you go, then… you’ll take at least a soul with you,” she sadly murmured because she would have liked to take that old man out of there too, but that was already something beyond her limits. More: the old man chose his own fate - to willingly follow a Samargo, and that meant that he was taking his body too into the underworld and that meant that he won’t ever be reborn again.
Spotting Gosmel’s moving, who slowly bent his head and sighed, a sign that he gave up, Inlan Diar motioned to one of her soldiers to approach Island and the soldier right away listened to her command.
But the horse’s hooves didn’t touch the ground, but the animal just flew above the void. And, arriving above the Titan, the soldier stretched his hand toward Island, who grabbed it right away. Thus, the soldier pulled the Titan toward him, helping him to get on the horse’s back, and, after this, they approached the others.
When Island got next to his mother, Gosmel finally approached his chariot, and, after climbing on it, he also helped the old man climb too. But before entering into the depths of the earth, he slowly hit the old man’s chest and a bright lighted sphere came out of Solan’s mouth, who was lying unconscious on Gosmel’s arm.
„Maybe he’ll be reborn someday,” Gosmel told Inlan Diar and he let the bright sphere freely float above Earth while he took only Solan’s body with him.
While the earth was closing behind the thirteen Samargo, that had already descended into the underground, the young mother, whose child Solan saved, kneeled down and, bowing her head, she murmured: „thank you, old Solan, for your sacrifice. We won’t ever forget your kindness.”
When the fog also completely vanished, Inlan Diar motioned to Island and he descended off the horse, helping the humans to climb on the horses, behind the soldiers, who were holding the reins. After this, they left that place, in silence, grieved because of their big loss.
The only one who kept standing in that place has been Inlan Diar, who was in fact the only one who could see the bright sphere that had Solan’s soul inside it and which was floating in the air as if being a simple frightened ghost, not knowing where to go.
Feeling pity for that poor soul, Inlan Diar took a small horn off her girdle, a horn similar to Imagus (the horn of the winds), and she blew it with all her heart, nine times.
Soon after this, Argol has been seen on the horizon, flying toward her. Then, when he got there, Argol sat down on Inlan Diar’s arm, and, without watching him, she told him: „Take this soul to Bodhi, Argol and tell her to take care of it till new good times will come. Maybe it’ll be reborn someday.”
Argol made a short sound, slowly flickered, and raised in the air. Then, he approached the sphere, that suddenly hid under his feathers, and Argol jerked in the air, and, soon after, he couldn’t be seen anymore.
Only after she saw the horizon clean again, with no black point in the distance, did Inlan Diar pull the reins and followed her people in a gallop because she knew that other dangers can lurk on them on their way home.
Behind her, only a few moments after the queen’s departure, Parca’s projection has been seen while she was staring with hatred behind the Army of Ice, who protected the People of Siar, a People that she hated so much, ruining her plans thus.
But, even if she was burning inside, finding that it was a betrayal of Inlan Diar, Parca said nothing. She only squeezed her fists and, soon after, her projection vanished as fast as it appeared.