He is walking disoriented. There isn't any hope of survival in his eyes. There isn't fear of death in his deep pounding heart. Penetrating the hot dry desert he took a step in unfathomable silence.

But that step of his, soon disappeared in the plains where the dunes rise. The sun is lashing heat waves and whipping the ground. The sand became hotter and hotter. So quiescent and tranquil! Was it a dessert? Nay, thou are wrong, it was an Abyss of silence. It wasn't a sky that covered his head, it was, rather the laughter of the Abyss which created such a rooftop.

The smokey horizon was blurred by the hope. He tried, he shouted. Being unable to walk he sat down, blowing the dust.

The man was sweating crazy, his throat dry. Yet he was unable to fulfill his wishes. No, he can't even carry the red rag on his shoulders and was sustained to put it down.

The monument he put the rag down, there came out a emerald eyed blonde from it. Her name was Elizabeth. She asked," Wilson uncle, where is mother? Wasn't she with us a few moments ago?"

The man whose name was Wilson remained taciturn for sometime. Then he pointed his first finger up to the sky and said," There, there. She is seeing you and laughing."

The girl, with a little excitement, jumped up and said," Wow! That's interesting!"

The little poot thing, what does she know of death? Her age would be eight or nine! What is death? Step to reincarnation or ever sleep? The relief from karma or just a mere cause of karma? Is it the thin boundary between the world of facts and the regime of fantasies?

When will she meet her mother? Wilson was unable to find the words to describe it. Instead he embraced her and said," Soon enough."

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It was the year 1939 when Elizabeth stepped at age 8. She had a beloved father, a caring mother and an uncle who by no means was less a than a father. She lived in country of Orient named 'Bellum' which was a peaceful and benevolent country until 'Inimicus' attacked them, years before her birth.

She was the child of war yet she didn't understood why we wage, why we devide and despute? Such was her country Bellum. The great generals waged war yet kicked the bellies of innocent. The war is not good. But the creation of a true Utopia is not possible. Yet we should create an Utopia. Why you ask? We don't know, we won't know.

One day Elizabeth was returning from her school she heard a boom from from miles away. On the sky some plane vomiting coal flew. Perhaps somewhere a new grave yard is made.

Every where is just the laughter of war, which deafens the mortal ears. But many had ran. Many are running from here. Why, you say? No one wants to be engraved without a grave. To where, you ask? West to Bellum lies the 'Mere Internum', the great sea. To the other side of this giant water body there is a Country named 'Faliscia' where the forever peace reigns. But running isn't easy. Many are stopped, the deadly sins pull their legs. The envy eats their heart while the greed hunts their mortality!

Not all are running some are left, chained by their love, blinded by their patriotism. But for them too, is hard to deny that impregnable Chaos, called war in mortal tongues. This is her country Bellum. Either you do or you die. There will always be to types of people. The one who belives or the one who starts and one who always disbeliefs or the one who dances at the starter game!

Wilson was on his rooftop enjoying a cup of tea, when thoughts struck his head. Why do we war? Yeah! he knows the peace was never everlasting. We can't leave on peace of tomorrow... so why?

Do we then war for independence? But how can that be? A being is always chained. Either be it the exterior made of steel bounded by the strong or be it the interior, made of emotions, bound by the creator!... so why?

Do we war for happiness? Nah, that's to much of a psychological thriller. Forget about it...

Elizabeth's family decided to flee. After all, what can they do? Who could tell when suddenly a silent death had rang their heart.

To leave the motherland, to live her house, Elizabeth's mind saddened. But she had to run, because death is blind and deaf. An entity who neither sees position nor hears one's emotions just whispers some worlds of Maleficent.They left their house towards the unseen horizon.

The battle of kings takes the life of commoners. When Elizabeth peeped out of glassy window of the see saw the urban jungle burning. There was nothing, just skeleton of the houses. It was hell, the reign of the king of inferno, Pluto! But the mortals of this plain are nothing just Proserpine bound by the condition of six pomegranate seeds! From far again a boom heard. Smokes rose with the stems of lights.

A normal girl would have just been crying now, but she didn't cry. Why would she cry? After all people here are more used to a echo of bomb than to a clarion of cock.

The shore wasn't very far from the house. When they reached there, where foams the surfs the Mere internum, it was already dusk. The sun was drowning into the sea, a wonderful seen.

A red lustre was ruling over the sky. The water looked red hot. Penetrating through the laughter of the war this lustre created a perilously beautiful seen. Cutting through the skeletals of the remains , zaping through the demising fights of earthly mortal beings, that lustre created a perilously beautiful scene.