Open Sesame ( Chapter 13 )

You walked along the street. The sky was pasted with a few piece of ragged clouds, as if a painting with bold strokes of light blue on the background. In your mind, the battlefield is raging. Centaurs spear their enemies with bloody rods and human warriors defend with their shiny shields. The slow motion of an elf archer released his arrows towards his opponents. Corpses hanging down from burnt trees, as if fruits of sins ready to be plucked. Same goes for river, flowing full of corpses and smeared with a smell of blood. You can see death whistling around, busying himself by collecting souls from those dead bodies. Weapons zig-zagged across the warground, forming fences here and there. Imagination rolls in. Ancient mythology hops into. Your heart pounding with excitement. Yes! This would be the last supper! Full of solitudes and sorrow! You replayed those scene in your mind again and again. So, as if a shudder after those childish boy finished their peeing, your let out a gasp and tried to keep those lovely memories deep inside your brain. Open sesame. Here comes your treasure, cave.