Remember the world that you lost

[Freyja Maegan Guðríðr]

• Excuse the mistakes a very short short story
  
  
  There Was No God, No Devil, No Harmony
  
  “The seabirds skimmed the placid sea and left the shore” (Daphne du Maurier)
  
  The cold winds of December were blowing violently, as if God had sent His guardians to destroy the Great Empires of the Old World. Any insignificant inhabitant of this ignorant city was trying to find a shelter against these berserks monsters. Unfortunately, by the end of the day, they would have realized that any attempt of salvation was a completely failure. Because the monstrous winds were preceded by the damned fires of Hell, God and the Devil working together for the crash of these Empires.
  
  Solely Jakanis was trying to figure out what mistakes made the gods angry, but she was just an old woman, not ready for these apocalyptic times. She was quietly weeping, fearful for the weather outside, fearful that this was her last day on Earth, fearful that her beloved children were going to crash into this Hell and fearful that her grandchildren were never going to see the dawn again. She was not able to stand all these things, so she put on her winter jacket and went outside.
  
  The little town now being touched by the terrible things that were happening, Jakanis needed a calm place to rest. But there was nothing left for her in this disturbed world. Where could she go? For God’s sake, where could an old woman go in her last moments of life? And then, the answer came to her so quickly, as a thunder breaks the silence of the sky. The sea, of course! The shore was a calmer place now, when everybody was occupied trying to find a shelter and to survive.
  
  As Jakanis arrived at the sea, she looked at the horizon, admiring the dimmed water, the waves breaking violently onto the shore. She was gazing at the sea birds, the gulls, the skimmers, the prions, the albatrosses and the entire planet’s birds, gathered here, to celebrate the end of the Great Empires. Suddenly, Jakanis noticed that the birds were not skimming the sea, but were flying upwards, towards the sun, which was covered by black clouds. And then, right there, in the middle of the sky, Jakanis understood. She realized that everything was a mistake, that her world was nothing she was taught. Everything was a big ugly lie. There was no God, no Devil, and no harmony in the world. She could see the big, monstrous and terrifying alien ships, flying above the city, shooting fire and trying to destroy it.
  
  The birds were nothing but big space ‘vessels’ brought on Earth by who-knows-which demonic power, willing to destroy the beautiful and peaceful life. Tears appeared in the corners of Jakanis’ beautiful black eyes, such loved and admired in the past times, when every girl envied her for her beauty, and every boy wanted to steal a kiss from her.
  
  But now Jakanis was old, had grandchildren, was a mature woman and knew the truth. And there is nothing more harmful than the nude truth. She wanted to scream, to rip the silence that was slowly settling down in her mind and she understood that she could never be that joyful person again. And why? Because her civilization was being destroyed and nobody could stop that. Everything she knew and liked was gone with the wind. Everybody she ever loved was dead now and she was standing in the middle of the devastation, being forced to face her fears and the cruel intentions of the alien invaders and to die. She was prone to die, she knew that, but she did not understand why she had to be the last one to perish. She wanted to be together with her man, she was afraid of being alone. But her husband was dead. Everything was dead and gone.
  
  Jakanis looked at the placid sea and started moving, knowing what she had to do. She went towards the sea, feeling the cold water as she was approaching and the tough sand under her feet. The waves were breaking on her white, long dress, but she didn’t care that she was wet. She found the peace in the dark troubled sea and as she was slowly sinking a wonderful smile lightened her face, marked by the old age. She was proud to die by her own hand and not at the mercy of some terrifying creatures.