steal the moon

I felt my heart rise to my throat, like it would come out of my mouth. How could he want this book And what will happen if he takes it I tried to speak, but my words were confused and interrupted.

"I won't let you take it! It's not for you!" I finally said.

The magician smiled again, and his eyes seemed to shine with a mysterious light. "I think this book will be a great addition to my holdings."

My eyes started to widen, and I realized his intentions. I held onto the bag with all my strength, and although I'm helpless, I screamed in pain: "No... You can't do it"

"Why not?" He asked, his eyes sparkling with passion. "Because I can. Because I want.so he is mine now"

I tried to move, but my body was paralyzed. It was like he had been immobilized with a magic spell. The magician started to step towards me, his hand extended towards the book.

"No." I said again, but my words were light and just.

The wizard gave a cold smile and said: "What stubbornness. But that won't change anything."

The magician was about to reach the book.

My only chance to change my life, fade in front of my eyes slowly like a mirage in a barren desert

Is this really my share in life Did you write me a life full of pain and losses without any chance of success To be born as a slave and live and die as well as like Oliver said.

I couldn't hold my tears any longer, letting it flow with all the anger and bitterness inside me. Sometimes you can't do anything but scream to the world. I scream painfully, screaming angrily because that's all I can do and not because that might change my fate.

"And but where is justice in this damn universe !, Why do I continue to suffer even in another life, no one understands the suffering I am going through. Only I am the only one in this sea of injustice and evil. Whenever I try to swim towards hope,I find myself diving more into this dark ocean.. Can't you, I understand that we are human and suffer like you"

I yell at the magician and I echo these words.

" Justice Evil And but what the hell is this shit! "

The magician stops before taking him to the book and laughing in a hysterical way after he stood on his feet.

Just keep sitting on the floor and keep locked in a bubble of incomprehensible helplessness.

After his laughter stopped, he looked at me seriously and said in a solemn voice:

"You don't understand how the world is going that's why you'll keep being a slave until you die! "

I watch him in surprise before he completes in the same condescending manner:

"I'm evil Who said evil should be like this and good like this You can't say this to me, I don't follow your prejudices nor your laws, what matters is just me. The difference between me and the commoners is like the difference between you and a rock, is there good or evil in throwing a rock or grinding it There is no!.. It's only the desire, when you are strong the desire is only those who determine your path and that's why our likes are destined to rise in the sky and the likes of you remain crawling on the dirt ... I'm not evil and I'm not good either... I'm the one who decides who I am"

"I'll burn the book"

The magician is silent about his gossip.

" I said I'm going to burn the damn book " I nonchalantly return my words.

The magician looks at me with a scary look and says after he bowed to me

"You can't do that! No other than the owner of the book can burn it, even if you can, you don't have the nerve to do it, your destiny to be like this"

Look at him with a steady look and with a challenge, I don't know how I said that and no. How did that self-confidence come, maybe the idea that this will be the last moments of my life has moved inside me self-consolation... Or maybe it's something else I'm ignorant of.

The words come out of my mouth as if she's trained on it.

"Only those who defy fate are entitled to transcendence above the rest."

His eyes meet mine in moments, I do not know what this creature is thinking, but at the same time I do not know what I am thinking either!

"Only those who defy fate are entitled to transcendence above the rest."He returns my words as if he is keeping it.

The wizard paused for a moment, as if the phrase aroused his curiosity.

" well boy give me a reason to leave this book to you and not to kill you.. compelling reason"

I try to find anything in my head, whenever it comes to my mind now is to tell the truth to him.

"I opened this book and.." Before I continue he interrupts me as if he knew what I was going to say.

" Any personal magic book will open once some mana is pumped into it, but that doesn't mean he will give you his secrets.. "

"Secrets unfold to those who have the audacity to look beyond the horizon." I reply to him with a cocky smile on my face. Then complete.

"I actually found a magic spell that can turn me into a wizard.. That's why I'm in the woods to collect ingredients"

I expected him to sigh or be shocked, but he just raises his eyebrow and asks

"What will you do after you become a magician? "

I think carefully about this, actually what will I do! Whether here or on the ground, I had to walk on the same line he drew other than me. So I say.

"I will save my family and... I'll Steal the moon"

"Hmm you steal the moon then!..what an ambition" he puts his hand under his chin and thinks for a while.

"Well you can keep it, anyway this will help me with my endeavor that I came for" the magician decides.

"Your endeavor?" I say.

He smiles in an incomprehensible way and says.

"You'll know it when you become a wizard, that's if you can."

"I'll do it sir" I say in a confused but happy voice.

"You can name me Claudius"

"And I'm white."

"White the slave who wants to steal the moon and challenge fate... I want to see how this will end" he mumbles under his nose and then says in a loud voice

"For your knowledge, I did not let you live because your reason is soaked, but because you arouse my curiosity ... Threatening you to burn the book made me feel trembling for a moment"

He turned to leave from where he came from. He stopped halfway and said without turning around.

"But I will advise you advised, the challenge of fate will not make you rise above everyone, you also have to give up that miserable character you have, the less baggage the boat the faster it is than the rest.. Understand it as you like, slave"

He looked at me with a look of disdain. Before he disappeared with a mysterious smile on his face, leaving Eiai in the darkness of the night.

...…..

After that incident, I returned from the forest with the eye of the mirror wolf and the mushroom of the black old man, and of course the book of the dissident guardian.

I found myself in Liana's room, drowning in thought. The room was lit with an oil lamp, and tranquility enveloped the place. Liana sat beside me, watching me silently. Moments later, she asked me in a calm voice, "What are you thinking? "

I looked at her, my eyes burdened with bewilderment and a vague feeling of pain. I asked her in a hesitant voice, as if the words could barely find their way to my lips: "Why do you look interested in me this way? What drives you to that?! "

Liana smiled, that cold smile hiding more than it appears, and replied in a soft voice barely heard: "I always take care of my own things, especially you."

I felt like I didn't understand what she said, or maybe I didn't want to understand. I tried to break the confused silence, and said as I stumbled into my words: "Things I don't understand what you mean."

She rolled her eyes at me, with a childish gaze bearing a strange combination of innocence and indifference. She then said, in the same simple tone that increased the horror of her words:

"Everything in this palace is mine. This is what my uncle always told me, and you are the one who prefers it. During the ritual, you're always the quietest, that's why I prefer you over the rest of my property."

She completed her sentence with a childish smile on her little face, as if she had talked about something ordinary, something familiar.

'She's crazy!' That's all I thought about then. How can a human be talk about humans like they are things

Then. As if someone poured snow on my neck!I realized the truth.

'Come on not crazy... Rather come on sane for the extreme and I'm the madman!'

I stood there, in the middle of the room, as if I was trapped between walls of an illusion that I could not break. My eyes fixed on the ground, but my insides were boiling. I could hear my voice, but it didn't seem to me the voice of a human speaking. It was something else, strange, cold, and logical in a hideous way.

"So that's the truth I said to myself. "Everything I believed in... values, morals, justice Just lies! Just masks made by the weak to feel safe "

Another voice, more like my shadow, replied to me: "Yes. The sooner you accept it, the higher your chances. The world doesn't care about your feelings or beliefs. He cares who understands his rules and plays it smart."

I wanted to scream, to rebel against this icy logic that started to engulf me. But I couldn't. Because, slowly, I was aware that this voice wasn't strange. He was part of me.

"So, humans are just tools property?" I asked myself, like I was looking for a glimmer of hope that would save me from this harsh conclusion. But the answer came as a slap:" Yes. And who don't see it They are the tools."

I felt something cold engulf me, like ice creeping into my veins. I tried to resist, to hold on to what remained of my humanity. But the truth was in front of me, as clear as the sun: in this world, only those who give up would rise. About values, about feelings, about anything that holds him back from control.

I started to see the world around me differently. Every face, every word, every act... Everything was a game. And everyone was either a player, or a piece moved to achieve a goal. There was no between.

"But I'm not a monster," I thought to myself, one last attempt to hold onto what remained of my self.

But the voice inside me laughed coldly: "You don't have to be a monster. You just have to be realistic. Strength needs sacrifice, and the biggest sacrifice is your humanity."

At that moment, I felt like something had broken inside me. It was a silent refraction, but thunderous. I looked at my hands, it's like they hold a guilt I haven't committed yet, but I know I'll soon commit it.

"That's the price. If you want to rise, you have to accept that you will not be the same as you. You have to see others as just means. No friends, no sweethearts, no values. Just goals."

I shivered in horror, not from what I discovered, but from the fact that I... I started to accept it.

I put my hand on my eyes, I felt with every breath I breathe that I became another person, but at the same time this I feel that this person was nothing but me.

Hear Liana's annoying voice and come on say:

"Did something happen to you "

Silence prevails, and then I respond to her with all coldness and firmness.

"I just want to kill you"