The Walls of Lëonä

The Walls

The pointy mountains reached high up in the sky, tearing the clouds as they passed, making them shed tears which fell upon the town. These mountains formed a circle which surrounded the town of Lëonä, and the mountains themselves were named Adamourius.  
Here, every field has seen battle and every child has seen suffering.
Here, there are no colors. All is grey. The grass wich lay much like a blanked over the fields was very much grey, even the blue sky was colored in the same shade, grey.
There where only one color we could see as clear as the day itself. The same color as the blood that covered every inch of the city, the same blood which used to belong to a loved one.

I remember as a child, lying in the grey of the grass as far away from all the city’s terror as the mountains would allow, looking up at the solid grey sky, fantasizing about how it might one day turn blue.
I used to listen to the stories of the elders in town. They would tell about amazing and unbelievable thing such as how the world looked like many thousands of years ago. They told about a bright yellow sun lightening up a bright blue sky and a world filled with colors.
It was hard to believe that the sun, now as red as blood, once was yellow, therefore so many thought the elders had seen and experienced too much and had ended up losing their sanity along the way. But I used to believe them. I loved the idea of a world filled with not just sorrow, but with hope, love and happiness.  But I was a child, I didn’t know better.

The blood flowed down the streets of Lëonä as I walked up the stone road and filled up the already full sewers.  The smell was terrible, but it was something you would get used to.  Adamourius prevented us from getting enough food supplies.
It was a hard climb up the walls of the mountains and an even harder climb down on the other side. It has been told that on the other side of those mountains there are nothing. Nothing but a straight fall straight into the flames  of hell.

According to the elders, the reason our cage was formes were to keep inhumane creatures out of our town.
I often thought about the day the elders told me about Adamourius. Why keep inhuman creatures away from other creatures which were just as inhuman?

The lack of food in the city had some grotesque consequences. The children grew up starving. It was terrifying the way the eyes of the younger generations were filled with pain and sorrow. They grew up only thinking about what they did not have, and many of them did not care for anything else than surviving. And that had ended up in humans doing inhuman things. Many died of hunger and many of the family members of the dead ones would devour the body and leave no more than the bones to remember them by. People had started to steal from each other and many fights broke out around the city, where the winner could take all the possessions of the loser, and where the loser would lose his life.
All of this was excepted since no one would care to raise their voice.
The humankind is rotting and dying a slow and painful death as the planet, which has already seen its golden age, slowly faded away into dust.

I have heard tales from the elders about the past. They told me that once, many thousand years ago, humans were the leading animal on planet earth, and as they were in their golden age, they started to wish for a world different to their own. So with the technology they had designed, they started to make creatures based on fairytales. They did this by genetic mutation. But by doing this, they made a fatal mistake which would later be the cause of the fall of human kind.

I never really was popular among others at the same age as myself, but it never really did matter to me. Those who did have companions which they called friends smiled just as seldom as the rest of us, even the children did almost never show signs of what in the past would be called true happiness.
I was lucky though. I was one of the few who had yet to see what death could do to some, but what I did not know was that that was soon be changed.
My family consists of my younger sister, my mother and me. I have been told the story of my father who I never knew. He was one of those who everybody thought of as mentally ill, but the only reason they did so was because he did something every one of us wished to do, but was to frighten to. He had gone beyond the circle, he had left the town of Lëonä and climbed the walls of Adamorius and over to the other side. He was tired of staring death in the eye, and tired of all the pain and suffering both young and old had to go through. He loved my mother, or so I have been told, but he just could not take it anymore. I had always hated him for leaving us behind, but I also loved him for giving in to the temptation of a better life. I thought he was brave, but according to my mother, ha was weak. She said he was weak for giving up and taking the easy way out. I never really understood what she meant by that, but I had always dreamed of leaving my life here in Lëonä and search for a greater life beyond the wall, where the world was supposed to shine with colors. I knew that I most likely would not last more than a couple of hours outside, just as most of those who had left. I would probably die a more gruesome death out there then I ever would here, where most die before they reach the age of forty because of starvation or murder.
But I knew that one day I would leave even thought I might die. But the one thing I did not know was that I was the one who would make a difference to the survivor of human kind.