Battle ground

Several miles from that village in the brick-red sand of the prairie there was a sacred place of its people. It was a kind of a circle shaped battle field, but only for two people. You could take part in the contest only if you were emotionally and spiritually mature. The point was not to win, but rather to check your strength. You could win only if you trust your opponent. The air inside of it was hot and moving. So at the same time the contestants had to struggle with the unbearable heat. Secondly, to enter the field, you would need to take your mask away, otherwise your mask would be competing against you. To some people mask grew very closely and they had to tear it with the skin. When the rivals clutched in the meditative battle, they looked like two lions. The battle could last for several days. If someone lost, he suffered great physical damage. The sand on the field was red also from the blood spilt during such battles.

Another dweller of the village

At the same village there lived another personage. He had a big oval head of a white colour and his face was one-sided. He was vey thin. He lived remotely from the other village dwellers. His little house was on a hill. Once or twice a week in the evening he would come out and write under a tree that grew beside the house. His stories were very simple and not original at all. That was a subject of an frustration. Why couldn't he write something great, he thought to himself very often. He was very well-read, and he respected the famous writers and couldn't stand the mediocre ones. But something kept him from writing like Shakespear or Kafka. Was it the vanity of life? He didn't know. Nevertheless, once in a while he would come out into the fresh air and compose a line or two untill the moon came out.

a boy named Decius

Once upon a time in a remote medieval village there lived a boy. His name was Decius. And he was somehow different from all people around him. Namely, he had two heads. This defect of his had a positive side however, he was twice as smart as the people of that village. At first there was a small group of people who still tolerated the ugly genius. But because of some acts, of which will be told further, they turned into his enemies as well.

Decius basically has decided one day that everything is allowed to him. One day he was strolling along the road and saw a four year old girl, who in her turn was observing in a hidden place a group of other kids playing and was afraid to join them, even though she wanted. He decided to play a trick on a poor soul and to scare her even more. He quietly approached her from behind, and when she turned her head to look at something behind her, he jumped at her with a wild animal roar and made a grimace with his dreadful face. The poor thing ran away in hystery. It took several days for the doctor and her mom to bring her back into the normal state again....

Juliet in the hospital

She was slightly shaking from overall tencity and despair. Because she couldn't sleep from exhaustion, she could only fall into a series of faints, when for short moments the sharp pain could be replaced with numbness. The muscles, going up and down from the heart jammed with every moovement, and the pain was unbearable. Every thought - a razor, cutting deep into the brain.

The room was like one hot cubicle, there was no air to breathe. She wished for the night to come, at least it wouldn't be so damn hot. But the night didn't bring the release. Instead, it brought transcendental fears. They were playing with her fevered body and soul like with a woo-doo doll. She was afraid to fall asleep, as she thought she will never open her eyes again. She was all alone, no one to save her. The indecisiveness was tearing her apart. All night long there was the same light brown picture on the screen of her window. Every night.

Athene's owl flies when the dusk comes

The unusual court was taking place in the darkness of Athene's temple. The light from the fading fires was reflecting on her goldem armour, on her spear and her eyes. She has listened to the Furies who were dying to drink Oresteys blood. Now he had to protect himself.

- You've killed your mother, Orestey. There is no forgiveness of this sin.

- Please, oh almighty and wise Athene, the goddess of war and the patronness of Athenes. My mother has killed my father. And this to rule our city with her lover. No matter how I tried, I couldn't find another way to wash away her shame. The pain from the loss of both parents on one side and the anguish from Furies savage reprisal are tearing me apart.

- I know that you were not alone in your deeds. The God Appolo has approved and supported you. The verdict is - you should live and let live. And to you, Furies, I give the love of Athens and a new name Eumenides - the gracious.

And thus the bloodshed in the cursed family has stopped and the last flames have withered to let the night absorb the temple.

the ghost of Clytemnestra

... and so Clytemnestra killed Cassandra, Agamemnon's lover, as well. But there was a price she had to pay. Her son Orestey and daughter Elektra have united against her to kill their mother for the memory of the father. The god Apollo has helped Orestey, but he couldn't protect him from bloodthirsty Furies, goddesses of Vengence. Even young heroes mother has arisen from the dead and came to demand his death. The same fate, as of his parents, was awaing the young Argosian. And hopeless and scezofrenic from fear he fled to the temple of Athene .....

Clytemnestra's Rache

" The water is hot and the steam is perplexing, Agamemnon, but you have gone too far and I won´t show mercy on you now." The labrys was inside the head of a man who returned as a victor from war. "This is for my daughter Iphigenia." The strong man, King of Argos, tries to escape the next blow of the infuriated woman. "You have no idea what I went through! I dreamt of a dragon drinking blood from my breast! But after all this I still promised to be a good wife and obedient to gods". The second stab. "But you were not worth it, Agamemnon, I will kill Cassandra, just like I will kill you, dirty animal." The water of the term was red. The labrys was high in the air . "I pray that gods accept your mortal soul and forgive you killing our daughter. You have been a good ruler and a good husband. I forgive you the betrayal and hope that you find peace in the other world."

To be continued