Chapter 8, His New Home and a Letter

Chapter 8, His New Home and a Letter

He knew so because that was where they landed. Craig led him out and Kreig was made aware that they had landed in the middle of a large, empty prison courtyard. And only now, now that Kreig looked back at the helicopter, did he see how the soldier from before exited it as well. He seemed just as startled to see Kreig as Kreig felt seeing him. Move along dude, move along, Craig said, ushering Kreig through a sliding door that Kreig had to hunch to fit through.

They walked for a long while. The hallways were all grey and dreary, nothing interesting to look at, though once they descended a staircase and entered an elevator, that quickly changed. They grey shifted in a pristine, plastic white that seemed less prison and more high-tech. To Kreig, who hadnt seen a shiny white surface in a hundred years, it felt like hed stepped onto an alien planet, which he kind of had.

They walked for a rather long time, descending further and further down, using codes and fingerprints and eyeball scans to open gradually thickening doors.

It felt suffocating in a way that his old prisons never had. This was something else entirely. A labyrinth of winding hallways, lit by invisible lamps and red blaring lights and nothing else.

Finally, they reached the end of it.

This door, unlike the last two dozen, was a dull metallic. Kreig could tell from a look that this metal wasnt anything ordinary. It was Dragonheart, the toughest metal on Owred. As a matter of fact, his armour and weapons, the ones hed been forced to undress, had been made with a mixture of Dragonheart, White Stone and Hearth. It was made to make the armour lighter than pure Dragonheart while keeping the same strength. This door, on the other hand It wasnt pure Dragonheart since the metal was extremely precious, but it seemed to have been mixed with several Earth metals to retain the strength and decrease the weight. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Craig did not open this door himself. Instead, he stepped to the side, letting a woman with a far lower level step up to the task. Opening the door required an eye-ball scan, a fingerprint scan, a vocal command and a final code. And when that was done and yet another person had repeated the process, the door finally slid open.

The room inside wasnt very large, though the roof was extremely high. It contained a bed, a toilet, a sink, and a small table and chair. The bare necessities for living, but compared to what Kreig had been given in that sealing room below the Empires dungeons, it was a luxury.

Compared to what hed been living off of for the last 30 years, it was a luxury.

He felt like crying.

He didnt.

Alright, Kreig, welcome to your new home! If you need a book or paper to write on or whatever, we can get it for ya! Though, obviously, we cant let anything leave the facility. Youll receive three meals a day through that hatch over there, Craig pointed at a solidary hatch in one of the four bare walls, and if anybody wants to speak with you, that mirror over there will turn into a window. The wall he pointed to this time was made up entirely of a mirror fixture. He couldnt see through it, but he could smell the people on the other side. They smelled like chemicals and soap. -And, finally, if you dont do anything wrong for long enough, youll not only be allowed to speak and hang around other otherworlders, you can also meet your family! Aint that neat?

...Kreig supposed so. Dont make a ruckus. Dont do anything wrong.

Kreig stepped inside his cell. Going by the smell, all walls apart from the mirror-wall had some percentage of Dragonstone mixed in. They must have been thinking that itd be able to keep him secure, though they likely didnt construct this for him specifically. Even then, for now, this would be his home.

Constantly monitored. Never alone. Always observed.

...Better than always fighting.

Then, he dragged it across the paper. His hands trembled, the line was all crooked, but it was a line. It hadnt gone through the paper, it hadnt not left a mark. Progress.

Another line. And another. A triangle! Slowly, with trembling movements, he brought the tip of the pencil to the middle of the triangle. A little bow, and two dots. A smiley. Kreig mimicked the smile. Beside the triangle, he drew the pencil in a large arc, creating a crooked oval-like circle. He drew a smiley on it as well. Two happy friends. Then, to finish the drawing, he drew two little legs on both the shapes and two little arms, two of which connected to the other with a thicker dot.

They were holding hands. Friendship. Yes, that was good.

Kreigs little smile faltered. He didnt have anyone like that anymore.

He slid the paper to the side and grabbed another blank sheet. Back in Owred, papers were rare and expensive, but he knew they were cheap here. Now, he drew five circles quickly, one after another, gaining confidence as he went. Two were taller than the three, with the three all being of varying sizes. Then, he gave them bodies out of rectangles and stick limbs. All five were holding hands, and once he added wide smiles and hairs, the picture became obvious. A family. Mother, father. Three siblings.

He moved his pencil to just above the second-tallest child. There, he wrote, in the most uncertain and trembling handwriting: Kreig.

Above the two parents, he wrote Mother and Farther. Above his siblings, Brother and Sister. Then, he turned the page around. Sure, he hadnt written in years, but he had to do this. He had to relearn this. He set the pencil to the paper, and started writing a letter.

It read,

Dear venerable mother and father. And my sister and brother too, whom I love deeper than the Reignan seas.

I have not been well. Time has been long and rough and I cannot help but confess that I have not missed you as of the last hundred years, yet at knowing your lives remain here, I realize now that you are all I have. So too do I remember scantily the few years I had with you before I was taken to a world much unlike our own. Never did I tell you I loved you. I regret that now.

Truthfully, there is much I regret, such as never keeping my memory of you alive. Always, I thought of you, my family, as an unmovable, unshakable memory, something that would never leave me. It did. Your faces are foregin, your voices the hum of the Earth. If we met on the battlefield, I would have reaped your life, never knowing your worth.

Coming to Earth has been a journey I never intended upon succeeding in, and where I sit, in my endlessly compact isolation, the idea of meeting you is all that keeps me from unhappiness. My chest is light. I hope you will forgive who I have become. What sins I have commited are justified in the eyes of God, but to mortals such as you or I, I remain unacceptable.

I will never hurt you, and I hope that you will not hurt me through your absence.

May the warm hands of God bring us closer soon and may we meet in joy,

Your lonesome son and brother,

Kreig.