The crash of the universes - Short story (Part IX)
I was awakened by the blue light coming into the room. It took me a while to recover enough to be able to open my eyes and see where I was, which was difficult given the headache I was feeling. That drumming in my head coincided with the beat of the military march I heard from outside. I didn't know every corner of our garrison, but I seemed to be in some sort of brake cell. If this is correct, it means that I am in the southern part of the whole complex, but these cells have not been used for decades. Ever since there were robberies in this part of the Empire. One question constantly was popping into my head ... Why am I not dead?
I sat there, in half-dark as that strange light shone through some of my prison windows. The headache was reduced to some acceptable level and I could think clearly now. I remembered the battle scenes, the fights and battle again. Thousands of their soldiers attack everything and everyone without mercy. My soldiers and brothers falling dead on the walls, and then their souls go to those strange boxes. After such an attack, and everything that followed, I still couldn't understand why I was alive.
Not long after, I heard footsteps and creaking doors as they were opened. There were three people in front of me at one point. Two of them were women, and one was a middle-aged man in one of those green, officer uniforms. How many strange things have happened lately, I was not at all surprised when new strange things followed. All three spoke at the same time, in fact I could see their mouth moving but no sound came from them. Suddenly, somehow, in my head I heard their voices speak inside my skull in perfect synegy of voices.
'' Don't worry brother, you'll be saved. Until you understand the full picture of our Arrival, you'll have to stay here. You will get food and water. Please, given your talent, open your mind to what you will find out in the coming days. You will know if our purpose is right '' And then a warm smile spread across their faces. I was confused on multiple levels. It's a miracle for this kind of magic that someone is capable of speaking within your thoughts ... But my Talent has allowed me to see what others speculate - honesty. Always and unmistakably, I knew how to separate the lie from the truth.
Not that I had many choices, but they seemed friendly for one enemy army. I decided to wait, and give them a chance. But first I needed to know something, so I asked, loud and clear, and listened to my words echo in those dungeons.
'' What about the other soldiers? Are they alive, Commander, Magician? '' And then waited for a response.
'' Don't worry brother, don't worry. All of the injured that could have been saved, we recovered and are now in the hospital. Some deaths, unfortunately, were inevitable. The commander is dead, as are fifteen of your soldiers. All of the others remain alive. '' Again that synergy of voices inside my mind.
Honesty, yes. Even someone who does not have my Talent would see it. And concern. It was all visible on their faces. It's up to me to wait. Then, in perfect harmony, as when they were speaking, they turned at the same time and left the dungeon with a sound of a squeaking door.
