carsa's aspera
The "carsa" kingdom with black stones is very poor and impoverished. But people believe it is God's will to protect the stone. This black stone, which was given by God in 200 B.C., was called "aspera" by people and believed it was faith to protect it.
However, Alpero laughed at their faith. It was just an expensive stone for him who didn't believe in God.
Alpero was born into the poorest family among the poor countries. His hometown, Asperia, is a remote village from the capital of Carca, where the richness of the kingdom had already disappeared. It was called a land where the stone of God lowered grace, but only hunger and misery returned to the people.
Alpero's house was a small cottage. There was a large gap in the wall, so rainwater permeated every time it rained. All he had for breakfast was a bowl of barley porridge. I even had to share that with my brother, and I suffered from hunger all day. One time, I couldn't stand hunger and was caught by a guard searching through a food warehouse. Knelt on the cold floor, he had to endure the terrible humiliation of being beaten. Every time the whip rang across his back, he had no idea what the "better day" his mother was talking about.
His father was a stone guard in Carca. When Alpero was five years old, his father participated in a fight for stone and died on the battlefield. His body did not return home. Instead, a coffin with only a name was delivered on a crude wooden board. Alpero asked his mother with a young heart. "Why did your father die? Because of the stone?"
My mother nodded instead of answering. Her lips were tight, but her eyes were a mixture of anger and resignation. After a while, she opened her mouth.
"Carsa has only that stone."
Her words reflected the abject reality of Carca. The stone, the only asset and pride of the kingdom, was at the same time the one that took the lives of countless people.
When I was twelve years old, famine came. The field dried up because it didn't rain, and the villagers couldn't get any more food. My mother ended up in bed after hunger. Her body was parched to the bone. She held Alpero's hand for the last time and said.
"Alpero, you must live a better life... you must believe in yourself, not the stone of God." Her voice was thin and painful like a needle. Her hands felt like cold, dry branches. When she took her last breath, Alpero trembled at the fact that she couldn't do anything for her.
The being called the stone of God to Alpero was not salvation or blessing, but curse and punishment. The stone took away his father and starved his mother to death. He clenched his teeth as he heard the praise of the stone from the sanctuary every morning.
"You said that stone was protecting us... Why can't anyone save us? It's not protecting us, it's killing us."
He came up with a rumor he heard at the market.
"That stone, in any other country, is worth saving the whole kingdom."
Alpero thought.
"You can't save the whole karma, but you can save yourself."
Stone was not a simple thing to Alpero. It was the one who took away his family and the curse that ruined his and his brother's lives. He wanted to regain his life by stealing stones, and furthermore destroy the wrong system of the kingdom.
Alpero stood alone and stared at the sanctuary. It was a dark, sacred place surrounded by light, but in his eyes it seemed just a symbol of desire and death. He whispered in a firm resolution.
"The stone no longer belongs to God. I will steal it and save my life with my hands." Alpero's resolution did not come from just a desire. It was revenge for his pain and anger, and for the contradictions of the kingdom. The meaningless black stone was now the last hope of life and death for Alpero.
Alpero thought.
"You can't save the whole karma, but you can save yourself."
Stone was not a simple thing to Alpero. It was the one who took away his family and the curse that ruined his and his brother's lives. He wanted to regain his life by stealing stones, and furthermore destroy the wrong system of the kingdom.
Alpero stood alone and stared at the sanctuary. It was a dark, sacred place surrounded by light, but in his eyes it seemed just a symbol of desire and death. He whispered in a firm resolution.
"The stone no longer belongs to God. I will steal it and save my life with my hands." Alpero's resolution did not come from just a desire. It was revenge for his pain and anger, and for the contradictions of the kingdom. The meaningless black stone was now the last hope of life and death for Alpero.
A plan
Alpero knew he couldn't steal stones by himself. The heradium sensed weight and was designed to tilt the altar and ring a warning bell if it moved at all. The narrow corridor leading to the sanctuary was always guarded by two security guards, and they were not just security guards who were ready to worship the rock and sacrifice their lives. Considering the guard and the device, it seemed almost impossible to steal a stone.
In the dark room, Alpero sat down with his head wrapped. His eyes dimmed with deep agony, and the breathing heavy filled the room. At that time, my younger brother Althea approached quietly. She stood beside him as if she was hesitating.
I said, "Oppa, go back to sleep. If you stay like this, you'll be the only one who's broken."
Alpero answered briefly without raising his head.
"You go in first."
Althea then sat next to him and spoke firmly.
"Let's do it together."
Alpero looked at her and shook his head.
"It's too dangerous. It's not your business."
But Althea shook her lips and continued to talk.
"I've seen it all. We're already living dead lives."
Alpero couldn't answer her words. Althea's eyes were full of deep despair and determination, which reflected Alpero's long-held feelings.
At that time, Ragna, who was standing against the window, stepped out. He was a friend of Alpero's, but this time he was more than just a companion.
"Me too."
Alpero looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked.
"What about you? "
Ragna shook her head and laughed briefly. The smile was cynical and sharp.
"I need money."
Ragna walked slowly into the room and said.
I said, "This stone is worth feeding the whole karma. If I sell it, it will change my life."
His voice was low and firm, his eyes burning with hunger. Alpero could not deny his words. Ragna's desire was no different from that of Alpero. Stone was both salvation and the last escape for them.
Althea and Ragna's desperate eyes shone clearly in the dark. Their eyes were a mixture of anger, hope and desperation. Alpero didn't get away with the look. He lowered his head slowly, then took a deep breath and nodded twice up and down.
"Okay."
His voice was low and calm, but it rang heavily.
"Let's do it together. But it's not just stealing. It's a fight for our survival."
The room was once again silent, but they now share each other's fate. Stones were not just sacred relics. It was the last hope of life and death for all of them.Alpero carefully opened his father's old drawer. Between the dusty little objects and notes, he pulled out a large piece of paper. His hands trembled slightly as he unfolded the paper, and his eyes followed the imprint on it. He drew a large square on the paper as if he knew something. He then drew a circle in line with the corner of the square and drew two dots between the circle and the square. Finally, he drew a dark, dark black figure at the center of every painting as if to absorb all the light.
Althea asked.
"What is this?"
Alpero looked at the paper for a moment and answered.
"It's a sanctuary. This square is a deep room for storing sernium stones, and the black object in there is an Aspera, and under that Aspera there's a Heradium, and that's a security guard. We're going to look out for them around the clock."
Althea looked through the paper and opened her eyes wide and raised her head.
"Oppa... how did you know all this?"
Alpero said with his head down.
"My father told me stories about Carsa and Aspera every night, because he was a stone guard, and he knew all about this sanctuary."
Althea looked at Alpero without a word. Her eyes were a mixture of surprise and concern.
Ragna opened her mouth at that time.
"What's up tomorrow?"
Alpero and Althea looked up at Ragna at the same time. Alpero asked back with a puzzled look on his face.
"Tomorrow?"
Ragna answered calmly.
"Tomorrow, Bismala."
Bismala. The word echoed heavily in the room. It was the biggest prayer ceremony in Karsa, held every two months. On that day, in front of Aspera, all the residents, saints, and guards of Karsa gather to perform two temples and three praises. During that time, the guard of the sanctuary is temporarily loosened.
Alpero understood the words but asked skeptically.
"I get it. How are you going to steal a stone?"
Ragna remained silent for a moment. His fingers were slowly stroking the paper on the table. The candle shook and cast a shadow over the painting of the sanctuary, and he raised his head as if he had decided something.
"That day, the stone should not move. Instead, it should make people look like it is moving."
The stone symbolizes God's firmness and has never moved or moved
His voice was low, but it was full of conviction. He pointed his finger at the paper and pointed to the center of the sanctuary.
"You're going to make it look like the stone is alive without touching the Heradium altar itself, and you're going to use a vent in the chamber to shake the light of the candle and make it look like you're moving the shadow of the rock."
Ragna took a breather and spoke slowly again.
"The stone has never moved, so if people believe that it moves, we have to accept it at God's will. The darkness and the light of the candle in the sanctuary will be our tool. If the light of the candle is shaken, the shadow of the stone will shake, and people will think it's a miracle."
Alpero listened to him and nodded slowly. Ragna's plan was surprisingly precise, though his face was still skeptical.
"Yeah, but how are you going to make that wind?"
Ragna continued his explanation by pointing his finger at a part of the sacred cow model on paper.
"There's a vent at the bottom of the sanctuary. We'll put a small blower there. The wind will shake the surrounding air without touching the rock, and the light of the candle and the shadow will skillfully change. If you activate the device at the beginning of praise, everyone will believe that it's God's will."
Althea still asked with a nervous face.
Will that trick the guards?"
Ragna smiled briefly.
"If you believe that stone represents God's firmness, you will see the stone move and accept it as a sign of God. You can't even doubt it."
Altea was silent for a moment and then asked again.
"And then what?"
Ragna looked straight at Althea and opened his mouth.
"You have to go first and say that God orders you to move the rock, act like you're a prophet. The moment you look at that rock, if it seems to be moving, people will truly believe you, and in that confusion and faith we will get the key from the security guard."
Althea bit her lips with a nervous face.
"Is that going to work?"
Alpero slowly cut in on her. His voice was low but steady.
"This is the only way. And you said, we're already living dead lives. It's not unlikely. It's worth it."
Althea took a deep breath and looked again at the painting of the sanctuary on the paper. Her fingertips trembled, but there was a sense of determination in her eyes. She raised her head and looked at the two slowly.
"Okay."
Ragna nodded, and Alpero quietly agreed. They decided to steal the stone on the day of Bismala. The stone was not just a symbol of God's firmness. It has now become the subject of a fight for the freedom and survival of all of them.
And that day, for the first time, a rock-moving myth was to be "created."
Run it
They headed to the sanctuary in Carca. All of them were wrapped in white and long cloth. That is because not only did they do so, but everyone gathered in the sanctuary. The outside of the sanctuary was full of light, but it was dark inside. It was dark enough to feel unpleasant. People headed for one place, and there was aspera at their destination. The aspera stood firm, absorbing all the candlelight around it.
Two p.m.
Bismala has begun. People bowed to the ground with a deep bass. Alpero, Althea and Ragna also bowed and began to bow. The prophecy began at 2:15. Tension spread among them as time went by.
2:05 p.m.
Everyone stood up and looked at the aspera. Some people even shed tears looking at the stone. It was because of the eagerness for life.
2:10 p.m.
Praise has begun. Praise was not for aspera. It was to praise God who gave me the first birthday. The sanctuary was filled with praise. At that moment, Ragna sent an eye toward Althea. Althea began to walk out in front of the podium through a tight crowd. People looked at her with wonder, but a look of contempt was also thrown at her.
2:11 p.m.
Althea arrived in front of the podium. Praise stopped, and a guard began to walk toward her. Althea shouted in a loud voice even before the guard approached.
"Yesterday! I heard the revelation of God!"
Her voice echoed through the sanctuary. Both the guard and the people stopped and looked at her. Althea raised her head and headed up. I shouted again, looking at where I thought there might be God.
"God ordered me to move that stone!"
People had different reactions. Most looked at her with disdain. But some people looked up at her with hopeful eyes as if they had waited for her words. The guards approached her again. Ragna realized the mistake as soon as he tried to operate the blower.
I forgot the air blower.
The plan that I believed to be meticulous collapsed in such a vain and ridiculous moment.
As soon as the guard was about to reach her, Althea raised her head and shouted for the last time.
"Look at this stone!"
The sanctuary was shrouded in silence. At the moment, the cold wind blew across the sanctuary. Someone yelled.
"Rocks are moving!"
The subtle movement of the candle and the shaking of the shadow were enough to mistake the stone for moving.
Everyone knew that the stone had never moved. There has never been a wind. Everyone looked at Aspera. Faith gradually began to rise in their eyes.
"Guard! Let her go for a second! Listen a little more!"
The guards stopped. Althea raised her voice while catching her breath.
"God ordered me to move this stone, not Karsa anymore! This will be the last effort to carry out God's command!"
People were buzzing. Some believed her, and others still doubted her. But at that moment, a heavy wind struck the sanctuary again, and the candles went out. People didn't doubt anymore.
One of the guards knelt down and handed out the key. Althea proudly took the key and walked down the platform with Aspera in her arms, and Ragna and Alpero nodded as they greeted her. The three began to climb out of the sanctuary with stones.
Althea's death
But at that moment, rix appeared at the entrance of the sanctuary. His appearance filled the sanctuary as if thunder were ringing. He asked, revealing his huge presence.
"Who told you to move the stone of God?"
People knelt at the sight of rix. The three looked at each other frozen.
Riggs, the man under God's command.
Ragna shouted briefly.
"Run!"
They started running through the crowd. Security guards chased them, and people stared at them in disappointment and confusion.
At that moment, a security guard grabbed Altaa by the collar.
Althea said calmly.
"Go."
Alpero stopped looking at her. His eyes were filled with anxiety and anger. Althea said with a gentle smile.
"Protect the stone."
At that moment, Riggs ordered the security guard.
"Catch."
Althea twisted over and tried to get out of the hands of the guard. The guards held her firm, but she struggled to embarrass them.
At that moment, Riggs took a knife out of his pocket. The blade was short and hard and received a sharp flash of light. The angle of the knife was accurate, and the sound that cut through the air popped out briefly.
The knife brushed her throat. The sharp metal sound cuts the moment it meets the soft flesh, and a thin film bursts with the sound of dividing the flesh, drawing a red line.
The sound of her breathing sounded rough for a moment, and immediately quieted down. Her eyes shake for a while and then calm down It became dark, and the last breath from the nose scattered into the air like a fine steam.
As she knelt down on her knees and fell slowly to the floor, her hands stretched through the air toward the Alpero. Her fingertips trembled minutely, and she seemed to convey something with the last force. But her hands fell helplessly soon.
Ragna and Alpero looked at her for a moment with anger and sorrow and then turned around and ran outside.
Alpero kept shouting in his mind
"A life already dead."
I succeeded in stealing the stone.
Aspero. Meaning
We've come quite a long way. Nearly two kilometers from Carca, Latium arrived at the border bordering a fence. The sky was gray and heavy, and there was no wind around I did. It was time to sell the stone. This was their final plan, and they had to wrap it up.
Ragna looked at Alpero with a stone and opened his mouth. His voice was determined, but there was a mixture of a little impatience.
I said, "I can't sell this rock unless I move on tonight."
Alpero looked down at the stone. The stone was in his hands as dark and heavy as dark. He slowly raised his head and answered in a determined voice.
"I can't sell it."
Ragna made a puzzled face when he heard that. His eyes were filled with confusion and anger.
"What? Why can't you sell it?"
Alpero held the stone tighter and spoke in a lower voice.
"This stone, it means so much. It's not just an object."
Ragna squinted and shouted. His voice was full of impatience.
"No. We agreed to sell it! We have to sell this stone so we can survive!"
Ragna reached out to take the stone from the hands of Alpero. But Alpero shook off his hand roughly and shouted.
"You. You never understand. I lost my whole family because of this stone. My father, my mother, my daughter ..."
Alpero's voice trembled with anger and sadness. His eyes were burning hot, and his lips were tight. But Ragna didn't back down. Rather, he pushed Alpero with a louder voice.
"It's not because of this rock! It's because of your greed! The moment you decided to steal it, you lost all of it!"
Alpero couldn't argue with Ragna's words. His eyes shook slightly and he was momentarily speechless. But the silence soon turned into a deeper rage. His breathing got rough and heavy, and his face was completely twisted.
Ragna took another step, taking a breath. His voice was lowered, but there was cold cynicism in it.
"And the rock. I've done all the plans. You're just watching from the side, so I sell this rock, and I go my way. You go your way."
At that moment, Alpero's face was completely different. His eyes were a mixture of fatigue and anger, and his breathing got tougher. My nose trembled, my lips shook slightly and opened and closed. He slowly raised his hand holding the stone.
"Shut up."
The stone hit Ragna's head. Red blood gushed out of Ragna's head in shock. His eyes opened wide, and his lips trembled. He stumbled for a moment, knelt down and fell to the ground.
Blood splashed on Alpero's face. Ragna looked at Alpero for the last time. There was surprise and betrayal in his eyes, but the focus gradually faded. His lips moved slightly, but without saying a word, his body heavily touched the ground.
The stone was stained with ragna's blood. Alpero stopped for a moment and looked alternately at the blood and stone on his hand. His face was a mixture of regret, anger and emptiness. He took a slow breath and lifted the stone carefully. A determined light flashed through his eyes somewhere.
Alpero didn't say a word and walked with holding a stone. After that, only Ragna's cold body was left. Now stone was not a simple thing. It has become the only legacy left to Alpero, a symbol of all suffering and sacrifice.
A worthless blessing
When Alpero arrived at his home, he knew he had no place to run away. It was clear that the guard was about to knock on the door. The house is quiet I did, but the quiet The ship was like a calm before the storm. He took a breather and took the aspera out of his arms. The stone was still black and heavy, shining as if it absorbed the faint light in the room.
He walked slowly to his father's desk. The desk was old and old, with broken corners, and scattered with father's books and broken ink bottles. Alpero shook off the dust with his hands and placed the stone carefully on the desk.
He looked down at the stone. The pupils were fixed, and the breathing was long and heavy. Deep wrinkles formed around the eyes, and emotions of pent-up anger and sadness were buried between them. His lips trembled minutely, and he clenched his teeth firmly. But his trembling jaw showed that he was trying to suppress his feelings.
The stone was still. Like the heaviest thing in the world, I was sitting expressionless in front of him.
Tears formed around the eyes of Alpero. He didn't wipe his tears with his hands, but just looked at the stone.
"It's nothing," he whispered low. The voice was almost inaudible, but the sound seemed to ring in the room.
"You ... nothing. But you took it away."
His voice started to shake. However, there was both bitterness and enlightenment in the tremor. Stone didn't mean anything. But that meaninglessness dominated the life of Alpero.
He knelt down. The floor was cold and hard, but he didn't feel it. His hand lifted slowly and headed up. The palms were stretched out into the air, and the fingers trembled minutely. He bent down slowly. When his forehead hits the floor, his breath is still It spread long inside.
"Benedictus sis."
His voice trembled at the same time. This one word seemed to contain everything he had suppressed so far. Under the name of blessing, there was a mixture of anger and resignation toward the world that led to the worship of valuelessness.
He raised his head. Tears full of eyes flowed down my cheeks, and my lips trembled and were half open. Then a stone appeared in his eyes. The stone still remained still, and the eyes of Alpero looking at it were filled with bitterness and cynicism at the same time.
At that moment, a stone fell from the desk and hit him on the head.
"Boom."
His body tilted to the floor in shock. He trembled in pain for a moment wrapping his forehead. The blood flowed slowly and wet his fingertips. But he smiled at the pain.
"It's okay..." he mumbled low. The snow was still looking at the stone.
"Because it hurt more."
Okay, let's go back to the room It has gone down. The stone was on the floor, and it now seemed like an object that didn't mean anything.
The stone was heavy. But what was heavier than that stone was the world that made the meaning of the stone, the valuelessness, sacred. It took the life of Alpero, but even at the end, Alpero couldn't leave it.
The room will be filled with Alpero, Stone, and soon to be finished There was only one left.