Lion's Cage

Chapter 8

"Manus manum lavat"

That afternoon I spent in my room. They decorated every angle of this room with wealth and taste. Dark walls complemented with gold dressing table and dark brown closet. Actually, that whole room was a walk-in closet- not just a few hangers. My eyes scanned beautiful painting on the wall. One of them kept little children playing on the grass. Three boys and a girl. One of them played with a ball, another with a kite while the girl and a boy just looked at the sky pointing at something. Mouth just formed into a smile. I missed Amelia. This could be something she, Dario and I would do on hot summer days.

When a sun finally gave place to a moon, my eyes just shut closed taking me somewhere I didn't know. Far from everything I wished, almost like I traveled in that picture. But this mead was filled with people. Most of them didn't look at me. As my eyes focused around, I saw big houses in the background almost like they dive in from the fog. And in the big centre was a throne. Full of blossoms. 

As the wind slowly weave into a dark trees carrying their leaves my eyes scanned a throne. There was a chamomile, roses, orchids, but the one thing that scared me was the black rose on the throne, right next to the crown. A big crown looked like it's made from the gold all details enchanted with crystals in different colours.

But no one paid attention to that. They walked in every way completely taken up with their things. When their paths crossed without a smile, they would just turn to another side ignoring another person.

I was in the middle of everything. As a wind came to me I felt light material brushing against my skin, I knew I'm not in the same cloth. My legs touched a warm grass, hair twisted around my head carried by the wind and my hands tattooed with silver lines.

On first sight, it looked like a perfect utopia. People weren't fighting, they weren't divided into classes; everyone was dressed the same. All of them had silver moon on right side of their jumpers. They seemed perfect.

But if you look further, they were all soulless. They didn't care for anything. They all wanted one thing, and that was a throne. Maybe they don't show that, but I could hear it; their minds talked to me. All different voices twisted into my head: men's, women's, different octaves, feel everything.

Pain in my head became unbearable; I felt like it being ripped into a little straps until all I could do is just sob, praying to Gods to stop.

Suddenly awake again, I felt sold sweet sliding down my skin, my mind still shocked from all voices I heard, my hands trembling. The weight of blanket on my skin irritated every inch and with a push I stood up trying to calm myself.

What all of this meant? Is this how the world works? Everyone wants the same thing, and they will fight through the pain and sweet to get it? Did Nobles worked like that; what about my people? How could they get everything they wanted? This world was made for the power and richness and lower class was made for work.