Short Story (Cerpen)

The Salvation (Part 2

Category: Fiction Fantasy Short stories

Title: The Salvation (Part 2)

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Both of my hands were held together and tied by a rope behind me. I was escorted by each side by armed guards, completely considered a high-class fugitive. Suddenly the guards behind me kicked my ass, until I fell down.

'what are you doing?!' maki one of the guards to the guard.

'he's walking very slowly.' Defend oneself. My body was helped to stand by the other guards.

'do you not understand His Majesty's orders to us?!'

'understand, commander.' His mouth while looking down.

'understand what??! Stupid fool!' 'continue escort!' he continued, giving orders to his subordinates.

I walk with a dragged step is not a coincidence. My body is weak, it has not received any source of energy. But I can't weaken, if I want to break away. I gathered all the energy I had, especially the extra courage. No matter if later failed, and ready to be a prisoner (convict) with a hanging, beheading and so on the most important thing now is to try.

After I thought it was all together, I put in the leg muscles, I kicked the guard behind me with the back of my right leg pretty hard.

'aahrg. I hurried back and carried out the thousand steps I had learned from Father as well as from an expert when I was eleven. Didn't think that I needed it the most and it seems like I'm more agile to practice it than I was in the trial eight years ago. I got away too.

—

The boisterous sound of the crowd like an activated butut radio penetrating into my ear cavity forced the opening of these eyelids. I faintly saw many women thronging this room sitting on the tiles, their hands and feet wrapped around the chains. They lifted their heads, issued a loud pleading voice that seemed not to be outdone by the cries of their fellow soldiers as they passed by them in a large pocket, then from inside the soldier took out a toast which was then given to each of them.

Slowly my vision became more and more clearly proportional to my level of consciousness. My hand is still wrapped around the chain, but the position is no longer the same. He was hung by a hook that pulled over the wall within one and a half of the hands of an adult from the top of the head while my feet were left stretched out without being wrapped around. Why am I always different? I hope the answer is, not that. I tried to pull my hand from the hook even though it was difficult.

'when will you be like that? That kind of effort won't help you out of here. Surrender and open your mouth!' the command of the army mustachioed curved thick nan while carrying bread in his right hand. Surely, I closed my ears, I purposely stared at him sharply, full of emotions blazing within.

'why are your fiery eyes staring at me?!' snapped it. I closed my ears again. The moustached and ferocious-looking soldier, opened my mouth wide and put a loaf of bread into it. Not quite yet, I've already spewed it out. Cih, I'm lazy to eat food from unclean hands.

'basic don't know it's lucky!' he shook the cloth towards me which dangled from the shoulder to the middle of his calf and went down the stairs.

—

The right side of my head was leaning limply against the outstretched right arm. My eyelids half closed. I feel my brain is not functioning properly, even the cells of the organs in the body do not seem to process perfectly, he said, the proof is that my brain just sends a signal from my internal organs that there is pain in this fragile body, that's all I feel right now. Suddenly I saw a shadow resembling bread. Oh my God, this bad? To the extent that I imagined a loaf of bread before my eyes. I don't know how long either in a matter of hours or even days I don't put any food in my gut, which I know seems like a long time. Now, my eyeballs to the right and to the left follow the swaying shadow of the bread. It turns out my hunger level is chronic.

'eat!' someone told me to stay by my side. I immediately glanced at the woman, with a smile welcoming me. But I was still silently staring at him, I also did not understand why I could not return his smile, too stiff these lips.

'your face looks pale. I know that you are clean and refuse the bread that they have given you. You must have done this as a form of rejection you were treated like this, right?' I responded with a nod of the head sign agreeing.

'do you want your life and your struggle to end up in this dragon breath scented castle just because of the belly you don't fill? I hope you will not refuse this bread I have given. Let's just say this is the bread I bought.' I nodded again and opened my mouth slowly and then the woman was the same fate as me, put the bread that he had torn with the right size in my mouth for me to chew.

'this' thrusts a cup of water with both hands tied.

'thank you' for grabbing that little cup.

'I have a hunch. When the cruel man would spill water into the cup they gave to each of us, suddenly I was not thirsty anymore, not wanting to drink the taste. But I kept lifting the cup to be filled. Because I felt that I needed it most, but if I did not want to drink at that time, the goods three-four hours later the cruel people again offered water. And it turns out, they haven't come all this time, until you've now drained the water I asked for. And amazingly, I'm still not thirsty. I think God is on your side. He protected you to stay awake.' He said calmly.

'i think so too.' My answer as my mind still floated, believing not to believe what the three-year-old woman said above me was - it seemed.

'and I think you're a strong woman.' My forehead winches.

'yes, you are not susceptible to disease even though you have not eaten and drank for many days.'

'meveryday? How do you know the day has changed when we can't see and feel the name day and night in this place?'

'I just need to estimate it. Of course, with the facts. First, do you feel like you've been locked up here for a very long time - a place-full-moth?'

'yes, very long.'

'secondly, how many times have they given us food?'

'no, I don't know.'

'oh, sorry, I forgot. You will refuse food from their hands. Hahaha. (little laugh) twelve times, with a space of no less than six hours - about they give us food.' I'm laughing.

'yap, that's right. And you're so strong, unlike me, a whole day without food, it feels like tomorrow is the day of my death.'

'i just realized it too.'

'hm, did you estimate it as well, the reason why the lowest stratum women are held captive and treated like captives of foreign nations?'

He was silent for a moment, bowing his head deeply.

'Entake. I still question it even today.' Sluggishly.

—

Torches hung on each corner wall, wick fading its light as time eroded. Eve cooled down through the pores of the skin, even though the eyelids closed, I could feel the darkness that increasingly concentrated overpower me, he made up the lining of the eyelids. Silent atmosphere, the ears only catch sounds such as the snoring of night insects and rattlesnakes. This is a sign that the night has come, but this time the night sickness is difficult to attack the others may have gone back - it seems. Apparently, I'm still struggling in my mind.

A man with white hair and a long beard with matching colors that protect his thin lips was laughing happily increasingly showing off wrinkles in almost every part of the window. The figure of the middle-aged man was apparently laughing at a little girl who was dancing accompanied by music, they looked happy. Suddenly the music disappeared along with the shadow, changed with the sound of pounding footsteps, the steps were busy here and there, but only lasted a little, getting smaller in intensity and disappeared, disappeared, the darkness left behind by the blistering warm air, penetrated within the pores.

The golden light penetrating the membrane negates the dark, its light ushering into the pseudo-dimensional space. White, hollow, broad as far as the eye can see. There was a swift movement in the ear cavity, it was traveling very fast and straight but nothing was seen. Stifling slowly, there was an overabundant instinct to hold and stop him, but everything felt stiff, numb all the muscles like paralyzed but steadfast like an arousing mannequin. The chest and back are pressed opposite, tight, stuffy, thick blue sweat pouring out all over the body, the heart seems to want to explode to the crown. The hand moves by itself.

Seen by the faint shadow of a human face, he let out his voice but indistinctly, this body was fragile and floated below which looked like part of the chin. There was a large red-colored one that snored, I floated weakly helplessly slowly around it. As soon as I was dark, I sat on my saddle, my back was heavy enough to bear the weight, without realizing my back was about to collapse as the blurry face appeared again like it was saving me.

My hands were coiled over her waist so strongly as to be tied up, my body was swinging uncontrollably. I felt a cold breeze against a part of my face, strands of blonde hair flying along with the wind but my body on the contrary, there was a comfort that was comfort, a relief, although I did not recognize the face and did not know the direction he was taking me, leaning on his back, there was peace surrounding the heart offered. I do not want to escape, do not want to wake up, I hope this dream continues until something envelops me that continues to dim, dark, dark.

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'Ruth? My daughter?'

'right, My Lord King.'

'Ruth?'

The conversation in the crowd was disturbing, dispelling the peace. My eyes are slowly rising.

'Ruth?'

The face of a man welcomed these still misty eyes, that blurry figure I believe I ever imagined and put in my mind. Increasingly clear.

'father!' my cry greeted the middle-aged man as it smashed into his body so tightly that tears trickled down, flooding my cheeks.

'My daughter, Ruth, ' she said as she stroked my hair gently. Her tears pierced the shirt on my right shoulder. The clapping of the crowd echoed this ballroom accompanying the happiness that my father and I felt at this time. I had a question in my mind.

'Dad, am I dreaming? This beautiful dream is real to me.' Whisper me while I snort.

'no, sweetheart. Happiness is real.'

'but, how am I supposed to be in the palace, dad? It's impossible for me to be here, even out of the castle I'm helpless.'

'dad saves you time. You are almost taken to their cursed land, where the women of our land will be made slaves for life while you, they will destroy you slowly, because you are the offspring of the only father!' I take off the hug.

'how did they know?!'

'with spies.' I'm looking at that.

'father, what about our people - those women? Will you let them be taken and enslaved by them (enemies)?'

'it's all planned. Tomorrow, you're preparing war supplies for Dad. Order six hundred warlords to prepare.'

'tomorrow? didn't you say that you saved me in time? If we attack them after dawn, they must have gone to their country, of course, bringing with them the women of our country!' I said firmly.

'only you, my daughter. They'll take you faster than anyone else. Luckily, the commander was much smarter than them.'

'commander?'

'yes, the entire commander-in-chief is deployed to find and rescue you. In the four full days of searching before the day they (enemies) took you, only the commander-in-chief supported him, though you know? actually it was very difficult to be free from the care of their pet, a red dragon, but it did not matter to him. he refused the tribute that the father had provided on voluntary grounds, that this was his devotion.' Said Dad, there is disappointment in the look of his wrinkled face.

I lowered my head to remember something. My coat? I don't wear this coat and never have it, it's like a man's coat model. Instantly my brain memory glared at the event I experienced a few hours ago.

'it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream, he was real.' I watered, did not feel a lump of water dammed my fertilizer so that he fell wet on the cheek. While my eyes and feet were busy looking for that figure in the crowd.