Ellada Kralli 

She was watching her heart falling apart in those few seconds that kept her alive. A testimony of a soul that its petals for a while illuminated dawn and then withered in the evening death. 

With the first rays of the sun, a dark castle came out humbly when the light fell softly on the tiles. The red light still enraptured all the courtiers and led them on a path full of thoughts.  Nobody ever heard such malice for the lord of the castle even from those of the lower classes. Serenity prevailed for many years without creating any disunity. One morning a distant warrior came from his ruined land. He was wounded outside the gates of the castle. All were afraid of what a new member would cause in their small community, but the lord ordered his guardians to take him quickly to the accommodation of the only doctor in the country. It took him a while to recover from his deep wounds. One day the lord directly asked him : “ Tell me how far are the homelands?

 

-The homelands do not know faces, only the struggle for living”.

 

He wanted to stop the conversation and let him recover. He was suffocating with all this care and the different world he left behind to meet a new one.  “Habits are the compasses of loneliness when involved in a string of crystal dreams”, he said while he was thinking his lost homeland.

He saw with his own eyes a place that reminded him something distant from that he learned to live. When he felt ready, he spoke to the lord for his exploits in the wars he had fought as a child for the salvation of his country, but the mistakes of the people brought his country to destruction. He looked on ashes and a mournful valley of the past people of his own time. The lord nodded with understanding and in honor of his bravery and valor he knighted him as the leader of Black Knights Order.

 Suddenly the hatred dominated in people's hearts for the dissimilarity that came from only one person. Over the years there have been many conflicts, so that their eyes had never seen. War and death took root in those homelands that several villagers began to think the tragedy of their country caused by the arrival of that warrior. In a grand celebration of his last battle the lord was reserving a nice gift for his return as he was the only survivor of the Black Knights Order. The music changed and everyone hushed at once when a girl appeared behind the velvet curtains moving her body to the rhythm of the music. It was just a poor peasant discovered by the lord at a feast. When she finished the dance she ran to bow with excitement to the knight and that made him stand up immediately giving her a hand kissing.

 

The lord’s councilors had watched the movements of the knight and they did not approve the secret relationship with that dancer. They considered her dangerous for their future plans. The right time of the conspiracy came through to overthrow everything. One night, as the knight said farewell to his beloved, the guards suddenly surrounded them as he tried in vain to protect her. With their heads hooded, the lovers were driven into deep dungeons of the castle. He shocked when he saw the consultants looked at him straight in the eye while she was weeping silently. Then one of the consultants took his sword and stabbed his heart. She broke down on his loss. Only those few seconds before her execution in front of him, he looked into her eyes and said: “I will find you again my love, I promise” and then she died beside him with their blood flowing united in stone slabs.