Forgotten Dreams of Eternity: Lost Odyssey: Thousand Years of Dreams

(Short Story -II.) *A Hero's Return*

"I'm afraid."

"Afraid? Of what?"

"I want to see my wife and daughter, but I'm afraid to have them see me.

I don't know how many men I've killed these past three years. I had no choice. I had to do it to stay alive. If I was going to get back to my family, I had no choice but to kill one enemy soldier after another, and each and every one of those men had families they had left at home."

It was the code of war, the soldier's destiny.

To stay alive in battle, you had to go on killing men before they could kill you.

"I had no time to think about such things at the front. I was too busy trying to survive. I see it now, though-now that the war is over. Three years of sin are carved into my face. This is the face of a killer. I don't want to show this face to my wife and daughter."

The soldier pulls out a leather pouch from which he withdraws a small stone.

He tells Kaim it is an unpolished gemstone, something he found shortly after he left for the battlefield.

"A gemstone?" Kaim asks, unconvinced. The stone on the table is a dull black without a hint of the gleam a gem should have.

"It sparkled when I first found it. I was sure my daughter would love it when I brought it home to her."

"Gradually, though, the stone lost its gleam and turned cloudy."

"Every time I killed an enemy soldier, something like the stain of his blood would rise to the surface of the stone. As you can see, it's almost solid black now after three years. The stone is stained by the sins I've committed. I call it my 'sin stone.'"

"You don't have to blame yourself so harshly," says Kaim,

"You had to do it to stay alive."

"I know that." says the soldier. "I know that. But still... just like me, the men I killed had villages to go home to, and families waiting for them there..."

The soldier then says to Kaim, "You, too, I suppose. You must have a family." Kaim gives his head a little shake. "Not me." he says. "No family."

"A home village at least?"

"I don't have any place to go home to."

"Eternal traveler, eh?"

"Uh-huh. That's me."

The soldier chuckles softly and gives Kaim a sour smile. It is hard to tell how fully he believes what Kaim has told him. He slips the "sin stone" into the leather pouch and says,

"You know what I think? If the stone turned darker every time I took a life, it ought to get some of its gleam back every time I save a life."

Instead of answering, Kaim drains the last drops of liquor from his cup and rises from the table. The soldier remains in his chair and Kaim, staring down at him, offers him these words of advice:

"If you have a place you can go home to, you should go to it. Just go, no matter how much guilt you may have weighing you down. I'm sure your wife and daughter will understand. You're no criminal. You're a hero: you fought your heart out to stay alive."

"I'm glad I met you." says the soldier. "I needed to hear that."

He holds out his right hand to Kaim, who grasps it in return.

"I hope your travels go well." says the soldier.

"And your travels will soon be over," says Kaim with a smile, starting for the door.

Just then the punk charges at Kaim from behind, wielding a pistol.

"Watch out!" bellows the soldier and rushes after Kaim.

As Kaim whirls around, the punk takes aim and shouts, "You can't treat me like that, you son of a bitch!"

The soldier flies between the two men and takes a bullet in the gut.

And so, as he so desperately wished to do, the soldier has saved someone's life.

Ironically, it is for the life of Kaim, a man who can neither age nor die, that the soldier has traded his one and only life.

Sprawled on the floor, nearly unconscious, the soldier thrusts the leather pouch into Kaim's hand.

"Look at my 'sin stone,' will you?

"Maybe...maybe." he says, chuckling weakly, "some of its shine has come back."

Blood spurts from his mouth, strangling the laugh.

Kaim looks inside the bag and says, "It's sparkling now. It's clean."

"It is?" gasps the soldier. "Good. My daughter will be so glad..."

He smiles with satisfaction and holds his hand out for the pouch.

Gently, Kaim lays the pouch on the palm of his hand and folds the man's fingers over it.

The soldier draws his last breath, and the pouch falls to the floor.

The dead man's face wears a peaceful expression.

The stone, however-the man's 'sin stone,' which has rolled from the open pouch-is as black as ever.

End

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