The Grand Dance of Fools

Philippe was badly wounded and lay in the forests of Wilmir. He sat under a large tree and drank his water. The trojan with its watchful eyes kept guard. He was bleeding , albeit not profusely. And a man of his knowledge knew that he was not in any imminent danger. The war had taken its toll on the Barrister. His body lay still, yet his mind wandered far away. Thousands of people had lost their lives in this war. Thousands of people who did not know what they were fighting for, all that they knew was who they fought for. The only thing that was certain was which side of the table they sat on. And every man swung his sword knowing that every life he took , it meant that that there was food in the table for his family. Every day the fool pierced through many a hearts so that his family gets to eat that night. And what fool did not realize is that someday someone would put put a blade through his heart . And then the tables would be empty, there would be nothing for his family at night, and every night from then on. Philippe wondered if his father knew then about the senselessness of war. The sheer stupidity of the charade , the grand dance of fools. Philippe took a sip of the water from the cans and then sprayed the last of it on his face.

His wounds were almost healed. And he remembered the old mans words , back in the district. "Have you ever come across a fight so dangerous that had tested your mortality". Philippe looked at his wounds and looked above, knowing that the old man was dead. "I'm no mere mortal" he uttered. Philippe stood up and climbed the tree from the trunk to the top with immense speed. He went on top of the tree to get a good view of the ongoing war. He scanned the environment like a hawk , looking from left to right. His eyes tuned to red with fury as he saw Atticus ravaging the area with his machines, he saw that the men were being crushed under the machines . Even the already dead ones were not left alone, they were being trampled over. Philippe left such a loud roar that even the biggest of the trees shook. Hearing the roar , the dragon with Darticus riding it left out a big fire. Philippe looked up immediately at the dragon. Seeing that his ally was himself preparing an attack, jumped on the ground from that great a height. He landed with near perfection and certainly without an injury. He got on his Trojan and galloped towards the scene of war.

Planet Earth

A nice car entered the gates of an ancestral home. The car had Moscow's number plates on them. It must have traveled a long way here since the old town it was currently in was a 1000 miles away from the Capital. As the car entered through the gates and approached the Porch of the house, you could see an old fragile man rocking in his chair. He did not seem to care about the entry of the fancy of the car, he just continued to smoke his pipe. His attitude resembled of a man who has seen a lot in his lifetime. He was a man far beyond the fear of earthly perils. A man in late thirties got out from the car. The man was dressed sharply and wore sunglasses. His demeanor and appearance wreaked that of a diplomat, or perhaps of a Bureaucrat. The man climbed the steps and approached the old man who still not acknowledge the man in the suit. He continued to smoke his pipe with utmost sincerity. And the man in the suit did not seem to be irritated by the lack of Welcome from the old man. He removed his sunglasses and you could see that he had a deep sense of admiration and respect from the old man. The old man finally spoke " This is the village that followed me. This is the same place where a hundred men rallied to my battle cry". And he said finally looking at the man in the suit "This is the place where those hundred men lost their families". Dimitri did not say anything , he simply stood in front of the old man. The old man Romanov continued " Kid, sometimes I wonder if I was put on this planet to lead people to a war that cannot be won". He left the last puff of smoke and kept it aside. Son, said Romanov now looking firmly into the eyes of Dimitri. Am I a loser? asked Romanov. Dimitri laughed "You have a statue in your honor all over Moscow ", if that is called being a loser . I would certainly not mind being one. In fact everyone would want to be a loser like you, said Dimitri. "The statues" commented Romanov. Have a seat he said to Dimitri. Dimitri sat next to the legend who he and many would call the father of Interstellar travel.

How is Moscow? asked Romanov. The same as before , replied Dimitri. the world may change , but Moscow will remain the same, agreed Romanov. And the plant , how is it? asked Romanov. The plant is good, well it was the last time I heard from them, answered Dimitri. And Constantine? how is he? asked Romanov. Dimitri cleared his throat, he is not the same as before, he has become a bit cynical, replied Dimitri. Well, you cannot really blame him , can you? Romanov asked a Rhetorical question. I suppose not, said Dimitri. I think I failed him, I might have statues everywhere in Moscow . To them I maybe a success, but I know the truth I failed them. I failed the two people who really mattered. Dimitri scoffed, sir , Do not speak about Plato, He is a traitor, said Dimitri. Romanov laughed at the naivety of the man in the suit. he may be many things kid , But being a traitor is something he is not. And what do you know about the real world? you have been in a cubicle all your life! said Romanov. I know how to survive sir, replied Dimitri respectfully. I have always been a survivor and a damn good one at that, he said to the old man. I could never be an accomplished person such as yourself , or Constantine , But I would like to think that I have made the best from the cards I was dealt with.What brings you here ? asked Romanov who was more interested now in getting back to his pipe than deal with a suit.