Sky’s bridge

I am Volk the 14th.

I want to go farther than my old uns.

All of them, they failed to save their women. I will not fail.

Dalmin wonder, Why does the people asked for his help always look like those who came out from a book. The kind with lots of pictures and only few descriptive words.

I really want to help you, Volk the pale man, but you have to tell the whole story, about why do you want to condone such journey, what do you hope to achieve, and every detail about your soon to be forded trip. I just do not want to alter any more realities.

His face showed confusion about my last statement. Yet the will of the russian with raggy look stayed unshook. Within a few seconds, he seemed to overcome his need to ask much questions and decided to just told Dalmin of what he asked.

The man is a wolf. Dalmin hoped that he meant figuratively, but then the towering figure showed something hanging in his upper gum. Fangs as big as his thumb, sharper than his then showed claws. He is quite a civil wolf though, said that his family have lived among human for generations, cursed in its form, and bore a single mighty task;  to take a journey towards its counterpart.

Counterpart?

Our destined spouses, one that none of us ever successfully meet.

How can you last for generations then?

We do not need destiny to breed.

I see… so this she-wolves.. where do…

….They’re not she-wolves. They are empressess living in the moon.

So.. you want to go to the moon?

He said no, and told a story of his legendary ancestor that manage to reach the white kingdom – something that he refer the moon as. But the empress did not want to come to earth with him, and he is left traumatically torn, and once again, his family failed.

So where do you want to go then?

Farther. Beyond the moon, beyond the stars, I want to go to the end of the universe. That’s where she is.

Dalmin stood silent. He tried to look through the wolf’s eyes and try to see if there is anything behind his words. Dalmin knows that he lied. But Dalmin not sure which part did he lied about. There is something that he did not say, or atleast he said it so vaguely, that he knows Dalmin will not understand it. And Dalmin want to know that. He cannot risk another failed experiment with the bridge. And he decided to confront the huge man with a bold opinion.

 

But, Mr. Volk…. Don’t you get the story?

What do you mean?

Just by what you told, I understand that… I think the whole family story… is about the act of letting go. Your legendary ancestor, who did you say his name was?… Ta-

Do not speak of his name!

Oh.. Ok… well… He… He..did not fail… he found her right?, and he had his moment. He is brave enough to say his goodbye.

That is exactly what my father said.

Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe your destiny is here, she might be already here all along.

 

What happened next almost killed Dalmin because of heart attack. He lunged to him, that big, furry fellow, putting his claw around his chest and fangs above his face. He growled and hissed “she is there… She has to be there”. Dalmin thought Damn this! And put out his bridge. It roses to the sky like a tree, a very thin one, and make repeating sound of thunderclaps. I don’t care whatever catastrophe this may cause, Dalmin thought ,it surely worth not being maimed by a race he just found out to be exist.

Without even in a blink of an eye, the wolf jumped to the bridge and gone. Dalmin managed to fight his fright, he stared at the blinding bridge for a few seconds, Digest the situation with his logic and heart, say the words Damn this! once again, and follow the wolf.

And by the time Dalmin reached back to his good old world, he found himself almost cried. He is a sad man, that wolf. The kind of sad that put so much anger around him, making him even fiercer than guns. Dalmin came back alone. The wolf didn’t want to came despite she said that he will be as much as dead if he decided to stay. He said he died already. And yes, the wolf did found her. He is the first of his generations to be able to stay by his empress’s side. But not in life, in something that is much bigger and much more undescribeable.

Yet what makes Dalmin almost cried is not the end the journey, but the true means behind it. After he jumped to the bridge, he found himself at the end of the universe. Once again the bridge shows its quality. It does not fail. He also found Mr.Volk, as he was just sitting like a huge, unmoved reef that floats in a black, starry scene. He then decided to slowly reached to him, trying to do it as unnoticed as he can.

You know, each of our kind was supposed to meet an unruly death, in times that we expect the least.

Dalmin was quite shocked that his presence is caught with such ease. But what shocked him even more is that the stoic man has now a milder voice, and he addressed Dalmin first without being asked.

That is the third of our curse.

So you live shorter?

Not necessarily. But we die faster, yes.

….

After she cried and mourn for my ‘condition’, she finally found her smile again. Then she said, before everything ends, she’ll make sure that my last vision will be only the most of the world’s beauty.

I told her that its her.

He looked at Dalmin’s eye and now Dalmin found out what the he’s been hiding all along. This time, he told Dalmin the whole truth. She is not an imaginary empress, the ‘counterpart’ he’s been talking about. She is real and alive. Or atleast she was.

Then she laughed, still with tears, and then she hugged me. She hugged me as if she never wanted to let me go. But then she let go, and said that she will be there when I’m leaving. She will make sure that her smile, not tears, that will accompany me towards the end.

You see, Mr. Bridge man, I found her. My Empress. Not in the sky, or sitting in the throne of white kingdom. I found her standing in front of my favourite coffee shop, trying to help a dog that got its leg stuck between broken pavement. And then she left, my curse has become of her. She met my unprecedented death.

What happened?

A car accident. Can you imagine? The wolf lost his empress in a car accident.

Dalmin couldn’t say a single words. He wanted to, but whatever he think of saying suddenly seemed so wrong just before he about to say it. So he just stood there, only slightly taller than the sitting man. Waiting. Just waiting. Hoping that there will be something emerged out of the nothingness.

Nothing did.

Not for a very long and harrowing hours.

Then out of a sudden, someone sat before us. Just sitting. Without much expression, without a single word. Her clothes are stars, engulfing her whole body and melted into her skin. Her hair was also made of stars, but a complex series of them. Some knows it – her hair – as constellations, while all Dalmin saw was just purity. She stared at the wolf for so long, and the wolf stared back. None of them even move. They just look at each other, until waiting is hurting them more than before.

You are late, dear

She bursted in tears as the wolf hugged her. Dalmin saw the very definition of a man who manage to cover the stars. Mr. Volk hugged her with all his might, he knows that he has to do so. She didn’t hug him back. She is still too fragile to do so. She just stood there, feel the love wrapped around her, and she finally hugged him back.

I’m sorry dear… I promised you no tears.

He just looked at her, wipe her tears, and smile.

Thank you for being here.

Dalmin did not understand, he never fully understand of what the bridge did. Is this the after life? Or is it just a place for her? Is it about perseverance? Magic that emerged out of darkness because someone wish for it hard enough? He wanted to ask some questions, he almost did.

But then he saw them swingging in the air, swifting and floating in space. They have nothing to say to each other. They know exactly what each other will ever said. They feel it. And that is enough. They are covered by tons and tons of radiating joy that wrapped them together, seemingly keeping them with each other forever.

Inside the happiness itself, Dalmin saw them dancing in the ocean of stars.

So Dalmin did what he did at every end of his previous encounters with the bridge seekers. He wished him goodluck. He did so by gaving the big guy with (now) a big smile, a nod, and after he made his decision to stay with her forever, Dalmin climbed down his bridge alone, reached back to his good old world, and put the bridge back to his pocket.

He thought, maybe after a long and almost endless journey, some people are meant to find peace. And he is glad to help some of them found it.s

The sky bridge

I am Volk the 14th.

I want to go farther than my old uns.

All of them, they failed to save their women. I will not fail.

Dalmin wonder, Why does the people asked for his help always look like those who came out from a book. The kind with lots of pictures and only few descriptive words.

I really want to help you, Volk the pale man, but you have to tell the whole story, about why do you want to condone such journey, what do you hope to achieve, and every detail about your soon to be forded trip. I just do not want to alter any more realities.

His face showed confusion about my last statement. Yet the will of the russian with raggy look stayed unshook. Within a few seconds, he seemed to overcome his need to ask much questions and decided to just told Dalmin of what he asked.

The man is a wolf. Dalmin hoped that he meant figuratively, but then the towering figure showed something hanging in his upper gum. Fangs as big as his thumb, sharper than his then showed claws. He is quite a civil wolf though, said that his family have lived among human for generations, cursed in its form, and bore a single mighty task;  to take a journey towards its counterpart.

Counterpart?

Our destined spouses, one that none of us ever successfully meet.

How can you last for generations then?

We do not need destiny to breed.

I see… so this she-wolves.. where do…

….They’re not she-wolves. They are empressess living in the moon.

So.. you want to go to the moon?

He said no, and told a story of his legendary ancestor that manage to reach the white kingdom – something that he refer the moon as. But the empress did not want to come to earth with him, and he is left traumatically torn, and once again, his family failed.

So where do you want to go then?

Farther. Beyond the moon, beyond the stars, I want to go to the end of the universe. That’s where she is.

Dalmin stood silent. He tried to look through the wolf’s eyes and try to see if there is anything behind his words. Dalmin knows that he lied. But Dalmin not sure which part did he lied about. There is something that he did not say, or atleast he said it so vaguely, that he knows Dalmin will not understand it. And Dalmin want to know that. He cannot risk another failed experiment with the bridge. And he decided to confront the huge man with a bold opinion.

 

But, Mr. Volk…. Don’t you get the story?

What do you mean?

Just by what you told, I understand that… I think the whole family story… is about the act of letting go. Your legendary ancestor, who did you say his name was?… Ta-

Do not speak of his name!

Oh.. Ok… well… He… He..did not fail… he found her right?, and he had his moment. He is brave enough to say his goodbye.

That is exactly what my father said.

Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe your destiny is here, she might be already here all along.

 

What happened next almost killed Dalmin because of heart attack. He lunged to him, that big, furry fellow, putting his claw around his chest and fangs above his face. He growled and hissed “she is there… She has to be there”. Dalmin thought Damn this! And put out his bridge. It roses to the sky like a tree, a very thin one, and make repeating sound of thunderclaps. I don’t care whatever catastrophe this may cause, Dalmin thought ,it surely worth not being maimed by a race he just found out to be exist.

Without even in a blink of an eye, the wolf jumped to the bridge and gone. Dalmin managed to fight his fright, he stared at the blinding bridge for a few seconds, Digest the situation with his logic and heart, say the words Damn this! once again, and follow the wolf.

And by the time Dalmin reached back to his good old world, he found himself almost cried. He is a sad man, that wolf. The kind of sad that put so much anger around him, making him even fiercer than guns. Dalmin came back alone. The wolf didn’t want to came despite she said that he will be as much as dead if he decided to stay. He said he died already. And yes, the wolf did found her. He is the first of his generations to be able to stay by his empress’s side. But not in life, in something that is much bigger and much more undescribeable.

Yet what makes Dalmin almost cried is not the end the journey, but the true means behind it. After he jumped to the bridge, he found himself at the end of the universe. Once again the bridge shows its quality. It does not fail. He also found Mr.Volk, as he was just sitting like a huge, unmoved reef that floats in a black, starry scene. He then decided to slowly reached to him, trying to do it as unnoticed as he can.

You know, each of our kind was supposed to meet an unruly death, in times that we expect the least.

Dalmin was quite shocked that his presence is caught with such ease. But what shocked him even more is that the stoic man has now a milder voice, and he addressed Dalmin first without being asked.

That is the third of our curse.

So you live shorter?

Not necessarily. But we die faster, yes.

….

After she cried and mourn for my ‘condition’, she finally found her smile again. Then she said, before everything ends, she’ll make sure that my last vision will be only the most of the world’s beauty.

I told her that its her.

He looked at Dalmin’s eye and now Dalmin found out what the he’s been hiding all along. This time, he told Dalmin the whole truth. She is not an imaginary empress, the ‘counterpart’ he’s been talking about. She is real and alive. Or atleast she was.

Then she laughed, still with tears, and then she hugged me. She hugged me as if she never wanted to let me go. But then she let go, and said that she will be there when I’m leaving. She will make sure that her smile, not tears, that will accompany me towards the end.

You see, Mr. Bridge man, I found her. My Empress. Not in the sky, or sitting in the throne of white kingdom. I found her standing in front of my favourite coffee shop, trying to help a dog that got its leg stuck between broken pavement. And then she left, my curse has become of her. She met my unprecedented death.

What happened?

A car accident. Can you imagine? The wolf lost his empress in a car accident.

Dalmin couldn’t say a single words. He wanted to, but whatever he think of saying suddenly seemed so wrong just before he about to say it. So he just stood there, only slightly taller than the sitting man. Waiting. Just waiting. Hoping that there will be something emerged out of the nothingness.

Nothing did.

Not for a very long and harrowing hours.

Then out of a sudden, someone sat before us. Just sitting. Without much expression, without a single word. Her clothes are stars, engulfing her whole body and melted into her skin. Her hair was also made of stars, but a complex series of them. Some knows it – her hair – as constellations, while all Dalmin saw was just purity. She stared at the wolf for so long, and the wolf stared back. None of them even move. They just look at each other, until waiting is hurting them more than before.

You are late, dear

She bursted in tears as the wolf hugged her. Dalmin saw the very definition of a man who manage to cover the stars. Mr. Volk hugged her with all his might, he knows that he has to do so. She didn’t hug him back. She is still too fragile to do so. She just stood there, feel the love wrapped around her, and she finally hugged him back.

I’m sorry dear… I promised you no tears.

He just looked at her, wipe her tears, and smile.

Thank you for being here.

Dalmin did not understand, he never fully understand of what the bridge did. Is this the after life? Or is it just a place for her? Is it about perseverance? Magic that emerged out of darkness because someone wish for it hard enough? He wanted to ask some questions, he almost did.

But then he saw them swingging in the air, swifting and floating in space. They have nothing to say to each other. They know exactly what each other will ever said. They feel it. And that is enough. They are covered by tons and tons of radiating joy that wrapped them together, seemingly keeping them with each other forever.

Inside the happiness itself, Dalmin saw them dancing in the ocean of stars.

So Dalmin did what he did at every end of his previous encounters with the bridge seekers. He wished him goodluck. He did so by giving the big guy with (now) a big smile, a nod, and after he made his decision to stay with her forever, Dalmin climbed down his bridge alone, reached back to his good old world, and put the bridge back to his pocket.

He thought, maybe after a long and almost endless journey, some people are meant to find peace. And he is glad to help some of them found it.

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