“The infant continued to sleep peacefully wrapped in the bundle of cloth, unaware of the tragedy that has occurred around it and the one occurring presently.”
A small chuckles runs through the night as it was followed by the sound of iron hinges scrapping together playing in uncomfortable harmony of metal scrapping against a stone floor.
“It truly was an amusing sight you have shown me, coming here knowing that there would only be one way you could attain my help. “
A pause.
“Very well.
The conditions are met and I have been thoroughly entertained, but know this.
You were not the main actor of this tragedy. That role has gone to our poor maiden here who put on such a heartwarming show.
Rarely will you find such a strong woman in this place. If nothing you are a lucky man, yet it seems that luck of yours could only get you this far.”
A man walks through the gate. Not entering but exiting.
A man in black, too well dressed for this hour of the day, with a smile on his face as if he’d been told something mildly amusing, yet overlooked everything with eyes that were cold and uncaring as pitch-black chalk.
“It was truly amazing to see this woman’s conviction was strong enough to move my gatekeeper.
Even when it never developed sentience after these numerous decades. Yet through the pleas of one woman.
I ponder, just what drove her so.”
The man walks towards the child and lightly picks it up using one hand as if he was plucking a fruit.
“Well, now it seems that as all other actors have exited the stage, the role of lead transfers to you.
Was this what you wished for, that in itself may be crueler a fate than ending life ignorant and uninvolved.”
The man takes the child through the gate and orders the stone soldier.
“Take the scraps inside, feed this one to the [ ] and bury these two in the garden.
The child should at least have a place to pay respect.
Now that I think of it I should also assign you as its new guardian. It is only because of this child that you are now awake.
How troublesome, now I need to gather the materials for a new gatekeeper. Busy, busy.”
The man disappears into the house passed the gate, lamenting to himself as the stone soldier carried out his orders.
For the first time since its creation the stone soldier was giving a task other than guarding the gate. The soldier became confused at this sudden change in its purpose, and even more so at that confusion. It had never need to think of its own actions before now but these thoughts did not hinder the soldier from carrying out its tasks.
The stone soldier would no longer stand in front of the old red wooden gate.
Rowd the Writing Blob 