The Marakese

Ilkir

Borkir and Buskar lit the fire along with the children. The caves were illuminated after a very long time. The dwarves who were hidden for decades came out of hiding. They walked along the corridors of the caves watching the men and children at work. They looked at Borkir and acknowledged him. The once silent caves started to echo with voice and laughter. "Do you hear that Buksar?" asked Borkir. I do replied Buskar. "It reminds of a feint memory, from a long time ago" When our armies marched along these caves, the children and the women watched them go on, said Borkir. I'm afraid that I was too old for that, replied Buskar. You used to stand right there Buskar, as you watched your father head for war. I was always under your fathers command, said Borkir. When we marched, I remember your father would never forget to turn back and wave at you, before he left. I used to call your name too uncle, said Buskar. You know that it angers me that you call me your uncle. I'm barely ten years older than you, said Buskar. But you are my mothers brother, said Buskar. Buskar was about to light the fire, as he turned towards Borkir. You never told me how my father had died, said Buskar. You were too young to hear that , said Borkir. But i'am not now, replied Buskar. 

"Your father was a very trusted man under General Marcus" Said Borkir as he lit the fire. He fought alongside him in all the battles. He stood alongside the general in the tough ones and further than him in the one's we were sure to lose. The dwarves fought alongside the men and we fought bravely. We fought in the sunshine, when it rained. We only stopped when the enemy were all dead, said Borkir with pride. We were one of the best to wield the axes and the arrows. Even though our stature was small, our hearts were filled with courage. We were never scared of death and certainly not your father. When General Marcus was surrounded by enemies, it was your father that would jump in the middle and get him out of trouble. And it worked the other way too. When your father was surrounded by many a enemies, Marcus would jump from a mile away and kill the enemies. They fought beside each other. General Marcus had his sword lifted swinging at the enemies and slaying them at will, as your father would dart arrows into the heads of the enemies and fall them. As Borkir was immersed in the story, Ilkir approached them and took him away from the past and threw him into the present. His face turned from pride to sorrow. We are done with the fire, he said to them. Child, said Borkir. Do you remember where your parents were before all this. All I remember is that they burnt my village, leaving me and my mother to die. My father ran away like a coward thinking that we were all dead. He lit the last of the fire that Buskar was waiting to light. "My mother died that day, but I Survived. I crept through the ashes and the corpses and made my way out".

So do you seek revenge? asked Borkir. And that is why you have this anger in you, he asked him. I do not seek anything , said Ilkir. It is fate that binds us, said Buskar. You and I both in the darkest part of our hearts seek revenge, he said. We are nothing alike dwarf, said Ilkir. We shall see about that, said Buskar. Now it is time for your training to start, said Borkir. Ilkir looked at Bokrir. We go hunting now, he said to Iklir. Buskar and Borkir took their axes and went ahead. Ilkir followed them closely behind with his sword. What are we hunting, he asked the dwarves. Bears, they replied. The ones we just escaped from ? asked Ilkir. Yes, they replied. Great! he uttered.