Rain.
Drops of the element which I've never been able to control, or even understand the people who can control it. The element, which is sufficient for life, makes everything to flow, to stream through the conscious base of existing. This phenomenon colored the sky dark-grey, mixed with deep purple in the west, lighter on the east, still the gloom faded the shapes of plants and stones beside the road.
Everything seemed fluent, still stopped for some precious time. No one travelled in this very hour, no one was brave enough to continue any journey among the huge tall trees surrounding the village. The natives and all the travelers had rushed into shelters and inns, unlike us, being covered by our cloaks. Just like usually, he led me on the way down to the target, as usually he was silent, and did not even recognize, his clothes were all wet, and mine as well. Not like falling drops of water could do any harm for us…
The sound of water stuck in my ears after this day for a long time. Nothing happened, still the steps of his shoes and the soft, quiet touch of the mud under those feet, as I closed my eyes, it flew in front of me clearly, like a vision, like a dream during the rituals. He was definitely walking in an average rhythm, and he did not even notice my slowness, he never did so. However I did not feel any strange phenomena in myself, as I looked up on his black hood, some pain around my heart arose, held it for the split of the second. Like a warn. Continuing my looking, I let my eyes go up on the dark-grey clouds of the sky, covered by ominous darkness.
And we just kept walking on the mud-covered road, still as I thought about it, I've never had any idea about the locations of the bounties. He just ordered me to grab my scythe and to follow him. And so did I. Followed him everywhere our ways led us through the months. Still as I sighed, or took a deep breath he recognized it, turned back his light-green eyes with anger and hatred, asked about any problem of me, then, without even listening to my words, he made a few faster steps.
This time, I did not say a word. I.
Last night I had a very weird and strange dream. I was whispering in the darkness probably around dawn vaguely, feeling all the drops of the rain touched my skin. Those drops swallowed my sound softly, carrying it through the wings of the elements, melting in the diminutive sand. Standing beside my own body, puke creek out of my temporal, white pieces of clothes in front of my feet. All I knew was, that he was around, staring at me, gazing me from distance, with his light-green eyes filled with detest.
For him, I was just a nobody. A person, who is inapplicable for those important businesses he had to manage, and to be done. I was a follower. A believer. A burden.
Still, he took me everywhere. Needed me. Asked for me, still for days we haven't talked a word, not a single touch or gaze at each other. And that was all alright. Those times, when I felt my air was dwindling away, I closed my eyes, and waiting for the sign of his frozen, tan fingers to grab my cloak, and till I tried to open my eyes, or to notice some change in his behavior, he explained me his thoughts about my wretchedness.
And I find myself… always thinking on his last sentence. Why then, when it turned into night?