Whistle

Time to time, travellers and men, who have seen many kingdoms, used to stay on our village to recover energy and trade products.
It is said that we can't trust these men,
because after such long and dangerous journeys;
after crossing through battle fields filled with revenged-corpses,
Whose mind could still be pure?
It is said that, before they became travellers, they had, at least once, experimented love and peace of mind. How did they end up, like twisted, lonely men?
An answer, that Dalilah was willing to find out.

Many years ago, when Dalilah was just a lil girl, her uncle used to go visit her. He was also a traveller and in every three months, he would bring her books filled with epic stories.
So many nights they spent reading those fantasies,
So many laughs released from their mouths and suspense scenes replete of pure tragedy...
However it didn't last long...
When Dalilah was old enough to start working around the house and becoming more like a woman, her uncle, Kevin, stopped visiting her, stopped sending her books and just went missing;
she couldn't discover any trace of his existence anymore.
She began to worry about Kevin,
but time washed away the happy, surreal memories that both of them built together.
Although the seed he had planted inside her, grew stronger and she grabbed to that last evidence of him, to keep on living one more day in this unfair world.
She discovered that the world is full of things that we can't understand and we put labels in them, as a prove of our ignorant knowledge.

Once a month, that whistle announced that the doors were open to repair armory damaged in the war.
Dalilah just found out the meaning of this whistle some weeks ago. Not even in her deepest daydreaming thoughts, she will deduced that the whistle, the melodic and harmonic whistle which acclaimed such a satanic new.
She never met the man who was blowing it, up 'till the day she went for a walk with her dog on the outskirts of the small town, and found him sharping a sword.
The sparks of flames seemed to move along with his dirty, wrinkled hands; right when their gazes met, a twisted expression seized upon his face and she started crawling backwards, slowly and quietly. On the corner next to her, there was a traveler's carriage where she hid herself. She was so tired, from the early daily routine, that fell asleep under the grey sheet that was covering some of the traveler's products.

Later that day, when the night was still young, she found herself on a moving carriage, erasing many miles from what she knew her entire life.
"Stop, stop, stop, STOP!" she shouted repeatedly. The horses neigh with the abrupt stopping, the driver turned around and his lips shaped into an 'O' delusional by surprise. He didn't uttered a word, just held the gaze between the young lady.
She averted her stare towards the book under his darkened mantle and commented "Tristan and Isolde! Some would say it's a book for eternal lovers, but I was told that it appears more like an ep..."
"An epic novel? Yes, indeed." he finished her phrase, "Who told you that, might have been a great man, despite all of his flaws, I'm sure he knew what was the right thing to do."
"How i wish it was that simple!" she sighed. "However I don't regret anything, neither that magical nights nor the sudden disappearance."
"Good. He probably pictured it that way. A win-win decision!" he nodded.
After some moments of silence, with both of them contemplating the night sky she provoked "What are you waiting for, K? Show me the places on your books!"
"You clever girl... It will be a pleasure to show, my niece, others dimensions than this unfair world, where fai..." he was interrupted by her saying "... fairy tales come true! Blah, blah, blah you can skip the speech I had enough time to ramble around it, with the only letter you send me."
"Oh, that letter..."
"Indeed" she agreed.