The cruiser came to a halt and that was ten minutes back. While walking by the port, Golmak realized it wasn’t how he imagined it to be. Soon, the port area ended, and there was a sudden forest that began rising in front of them.
Golmak walked behind Tahiti and tried stopping himself from crunching the leaves beneath his feet. The dark rich soil soon gave way to a clearer path. This path again led the foundation to the place that Golmak was able to view from the cruiser. A thick mist as though covered these lands.
“What are these barren dark trees Rafael?” Tahiti looked back and smiled at Golmak’s childlike curiosity.
“They are visible to you??” Rafael looked back at Golmak.
“Aye, yes. Why, are they not visible to the others? Tahiti?”
Rafael laughed aloud.
“This is a hidden port and everyone here that you have met do not exist. A hidden port in plain view since this place is somewhat eerie for the common public.” This is the Kashima islands unlike the Miyajami and not very famous. Kashima receives a fair amount of tourists but then this is not the world you came from, this is a slightly different world of which we will know when the time is right.”
Slowly, they came to a clearing where some invisible, helmet men in thick brown robes stood with a sleek slender sword in their hands.
“Look, the Samurai’s.” Branga seemed excited for the first time.
Golmak’s dad had made him read a lot about them. But Golmak did not at all feel while reading them that it was all real.
The Genji, Heike, Tokugawa, Oda, Takeda, Uesugi, Gojo, Mori and so many more once existed. The Soma clan and the Aizu clan are deemed the last as per European history. They were known for their valor. They are still known for the valor and still hold the annual festivals somewhere and sometime in a year.
Golmak remembered the conversation he had with his father and their idea of wilful elimination is one of the most deadliest and shocking matters for a young Golmak.
“Death is far more dignified than losing freedom. True freedom is when the human world cannot control your decisions and choices. The lower worlds till the Earth have this phenomenon of control and rule.” His father had concluded the conversation before moving in for their tea.
Soon, they were standing in the elevation atop which stood the samurai tribe. The small group of four stood on the inclined walls of the slope.
Slowly both parties exchanged their greetings and without any word, the small group began following the massive group of samurai that now surrounded them from every side.
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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