Chapter: dedication

4. Dedication

The rain lashed the ground. Arlana picked up the straw-bound basket and filled it with the flowers. "Look, sir, what a mild temper," Shinzo looked outside. Ankoku didn't seem to care: “It is one of the delicate flowers that is already threatening to wither in everyday life.” Shinzo was overcome with perplexity and shook himself: “Why don't you want to get married?” “For me, Arlana is like an illness they break out once they have confiscated their nesting place! ", the thunder seemed to resound in the undertone of Ankoku's voice:" I have mourned Alaine for far too long "" But I agree, sir! " Shinzo bowed several times, looking bitter: "It doesn't make a good impression if you have a lover who you haven't even got engaged to!" "What do I care about other people's impressions?", Ankoku gritted her teeth together: "Arlana wants Live by my side to enjoy the power on my part.And for me it is nothing more than a toy, a body that I content myself with! "The voice shook around the hall:" Arlana is nothing for me! There is no such thing as love or any other reason to get married! Who can not stand my lifestyle should contact my executioner personally! And now go, you will no longer be able to serve for more than a court jester! "" Your eyes are full of madness, sir! ", Shinzo left the hall, roaring and melancholy. Ankoku didn't need anyone by his side, he thought, after all he would be everything one should expect from a king and ruler. At some point he would also confiscate the rest of the planets and people, Centra, as well as destroy all beings except his equals. Without his great love Alaine everything was just a low pastime, opposite to infinity. Through her sudden death he lost his kindness and even heart. Everything seemed to have a beginning and an end, only his suffering was an endless film strip.How tempting was her nut-brown hair that he had seen in Shereza Monastery. When they fathered and gave birth to a child, she died in labor, exhausted, in childbirth. Driven by hatred, Ankoku took the only thing his wife had left him and slaughtered the baby while it was alive. The result was unrest, which was drowned out in the trembling anger of Ankoku. A harp played from the garden, Arlana stood in the rain and lovingly plucked the side sounds. She scattered the picked flowers all over the garden. There was a blue haze around her and the flower pollen, while the rain seemed to continue splashing its course. For moments, Ankoku let the charming game tempt him to go outside. "Do you like it?", Arlana's short red hair swirled in the air as she moved. "Yes," Ankoku approached her calmly and good-naturedly. "I'm happy," the fingers moved innocently in the game until Ankoku sleepily closed his eyes and sat down on one of the sumptuous armchairs.“It's really a shame,” he thought: “For a moment I hoped to feel Alaine's presence.” Now Ankoku only listened to the music and followed the devotion to the intoxicating game. His eyelids were heavy, so that they fell sleepily: "It's a long dream, our life, everything this and that seems like fragile glass!"