From these heroes, Three Kingdoms shall arise… ", reads its official description. Yet, in these dark times, a dim light shines, there are those who seek to bring peace to the land, to end this time of suffering and save the ancient dynasty from collapse. In the West, three brothers speak of a time to come, a time without the Han Empire, a time of rebellion - and their followers flock to them, like water along a river. Famine, plague and taxation have driven the people of the Empire to desperation. It was a fun little game for us."It is Winter 182CE, and discontent stirs through the Han Dynasty. Neither of us bothered to clear the misunderstanding, and sometimes we deliberately acted like a couple to give the girls the quality content they wanted. However, such occasions rarely came, since everyone kind of assumed that Dawn and I were going out, given how we were always stuck together. It was so we can decide together whether the person is worth a shot. Long ago, Dawn and I had decided that if any of us gets confessed to, the other will be the first one to know. "You know, Dawn," I say, crossing my legs. The nature is engaged in her own serene chaos only me and my Dawn are sitting in silence. Amidst the leaves and the branches of the tree, the blue sky shyly peeks, occasionally interrupted by the passing clouds. Cicadas are calling in unison, reminding me of how scorching hot of a day it is. Birds are chirping a cheerful melody, though it would do nothing to cheer me or anyone who comes to a graveyard. Somewhere faraway, a woman is crying like how Dawn's mother had cried almost a year ago, the sound muffled by the gentle song of the wind. I think how it is indeed the most wonderful place to sleep forever. Closing my eyes, I inhale the charming fragrance of apple flowers. I put the roses in front of his gravestone and then sit down facing it. I cross the hundreds of gravestones belonging to strangers and reach the huge apple tree, under which lays the only person I ever cared about in eternal slumber. Sighing, I enter the graveyard, a small bunch of white roses in my hand. Somehow, that makes life seems like too vain, too ephemeral, and too pointless. Or maybe no such thing exists, and people really disintegrate into nothingness after their hearts stop. Because of him, the sky that once tantalized me has now become a source of my solace. A gust of wind passes by, carrying a sweet scent that I fail to recognize.Įnchanted by the vast expanse of the blue and the white, I wonder, if the heavens existed above the clouds, is he there? Perhaps he is still looking at me. For a moment, the haphazard remix of city noises fades from my mind, and I stare at the unreachable sky with a hollow heart. A white aeroplane flies across and disappears behind the clouds. Even if I haven't had them for years - it's like the taste will forever remain in my tongue. The brilliant, puffy white clouds would always remind me of the sweet taste of cotton candies. Their bodies are standing on earth, but their souls dominate the kingdom of the extending sky. They run in the sunlight, get drenched in the rain, and have snowball fights with their family and friends. They sing their lungs out and loosely dance in a circle while their laughter echoes all across the busy streets. They lead their short and fragile lives with their own rules and limits. For them - for us - the designated place is a cage, the comfort is in a routine life, and the sky is a limit of vision, not a limit of movement.Īnd I see the other type of people, who are birds despite of being wingless. They will feel too drained and tired to fly even if they had wings. For them, the limits were fixed by someone else from the time they first let out a breath. For them, the sky is the limit, and the sky is vast enough.ĭown here, looking at the people around me, I recognize some who look as trapped as myself. Up in the sky, the birds are in a festive mood, flapping their wings and playing hide and seek amongst the cotton clouds. So I keep standing in one place, and perhaps will stay so until the day I collapse, when time will take care of my end the way it took care of his. And I have no strength or desire to move forward without him. I can't turn back and run to the point of time he was still alive. Too busy to wait, too busy to drag me along. But in reality, I stand still on the day he died, as time passes me by unbothered. #Chapter 26 the three kingdoms of heaven fullIt seems as if I'm moving forward, leaving the sorrowful memories behind, walking into a new world full of fresh hopes and dreams. It was like my position in this cruel flow of time. The world passes me by, without a backward glance.
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