KNIGHTS OF LAZARD(Rise with dark hour)

A loyal farmer

On the hours of survival, where eveything, every season, every food, every drop of water counted, every single air we breathe could meet up with any kind of deaths, all had limitation.

The life in our own planet now meant nothing but, a part of struggle or suicide.

It was no longer a place of peace or the planet of blue.

A part of it was also a place where humans were trying to stand on their feet to live, to carry out their life and struggle just to meet up with the next sunrise. This was an example for the farmers of Wengen..

Wengen was the farmer in charge from the Lazard's side. Fifthy years ago, when the field was first time cultivated in the destructive land, Wengen's grandfather took the lead in managing the agriculture system for the Knights of Lazard. He could count well by the smart brain, calculate how much quantity a cloth sack counted, how much quantity could be divided for the civilian and separate from the base Lazard.

He was a natural meter without a machine for weighting.

A great man in times of great need.

Hence, years after years as a lifespan route, the great master of counting passed away after suffering from skin cancer which was resulted by the effect of the sunrays. This master didn't die in vain. He kept his spirit alive plus, his pride live on, by hiring his two sons for the jobs. He didn't leave the knights under any pressure of his absence or any sight of his disappearance.

Thus, giving out their best both sons tried their level best in calculating divisions and sharing on all side.

Unfortunately, not all are masters.

Sometimes, it would add less in the civilians side and more to the base which cause mostly a conflict within the distributers complaining about shortage. Sometimes, it would go shortage on the base and more to the civilians. It wasn't always easy as it seemed.

For years, the two kept trying in working without any troubles or conflict but, always at the time of distributing it caused fights.

These two didn't work for long cause one among the two died. The elder one died out of skin burning due to extreme heatt weave.

On the day some time before the elder brother's death, the morning was heating up in such a high temperature that plants were drying off even while watering. The climate didn't seems an odd type. The farmers of the field retreated from their position claiming that it was useless to visit or safe the field. This weather isn't a normal type.

However, the elder son wasn't ready to give up.He, at that moment suggested he should take a round to the field before everything burns down.

After the Apocalypse, even the climates didn't stay the same as they were known for. They lost their yearly schedule getting misplaced within each other's month. By this, tragically no one could uderstand the real climate change or present season of the month. It was horribly displaced.

Despite that, believe it or not, it was the month of November when a heat weave attacked at the top of the day. While it was known for such disaster to occur during the month of May and June.

That day, during November when the elder brother arrived at the field to check on the plants suddenly, the sunrays got stronger. With his hay hat on his head, he still felt himself burning as though he was pushed to walk over fire. He was in the field when he realized it was useless to visit this place now just like the farmers were quarreling about. It's a time attack before you get melted in the heat. He convinced himself that he must leave before it's too late.

At the bright day hours, he could feel darkness taking over time. The elder brother standing in the middle of the golden field raging in fire saw a brown wheat shading over the yellow ground as he stared, soon realized it was the dryness killing the crops. This heat weave was too strong even in front of water spray.

Viewing this horrible scene,

It's a disaster! It's no use! We are doomed! We are fated to suffer! Were the words that trembled inside this man's head as he hurried his steps away.

Unfortunately, time don't spare or wait for anyone.

As he ran with his slippers on his feet suddenly, the pull of gravity began to grow heavier, dragging all fast objects to it's limitation.

The leather and rubber melted off the object. The only human at the spot was force on his knees the moment the only support of his feet melted off.

The worse case, he was spread on the soil. The heat from above ans and below his body, from the sun ray to the fire burning soil. His body roasted as though he was getting cooked in an oven. He wrathe around, trying to reduce the heat. He screamed, yelled and shouted for help as he was burning under the sun.

He screamed tearing his chest, crying loud for help but, sadly not even a bird was around to support him in miracles. He couldn't keep his hands down or face to protect himself from heat or stand up to his feet to escape which was impossible due to bare feet burning on the soul. Thus poor human was left alone out in the blazing field.

Before his fibre burn out, the skins peeled off his flesh like peeling off a fruit's skin. His feet, his legs, his hands, his arms even nails melted off, leaving behind red flashes of musculs.

This poor man couldn't stand it. He had become half flesh burning alive. The face skin washed away leaving flesh and all were steaming in the sun.

Our flesh are always soaked in blood and water which were the cost of steaming. The victim tried once more screaming for help and he shouted. He screamed so loud with almight for help that his lungs burst inside his chest and vomited out mouth full of blood.

At that minute, the body kicked and punched the ground for the last sixty seconds and then.....the elder son died within his very own field with not even a single human to help him out.

As time went out, his abences worried his family to death. They at first tried to sreach for him themselves but, the extreme heat weave didn't let them even leave five steps distances away from the house. The only hope at the fearsome hours, they found at the terrible moments were in knights. The family weren't much developed that they could call from telecommunications instead they used the oldest fashion of all time, writing letter to them. They wrote their letter in detail, addressing itto Lazard and post it into the mailbox.

Since the earth was damaged, fast communication wasn't taking it's line easily. At dark hours everyone needs help, most of them seeking for someone to provide one. Which was why around the city Selen, at it's country side and backyard and inside corner, for people who had hard time with their technology a red mailbox was placed standing up all time ready to survive for needy. In this mailbox, not just papers but also leaves, woods or stones having an emergency message printed on it was allowed.

By it's help at midnight, the box got attended and the emergency letter was soon announced inside the base. The knights set out in sreach of him. Due to their armour and boots it was easy to travel around.

Once they arrived at the field. They s atteted around looking at every corners when unexpectedly at the centre of the field, there he was found.

In a horrible condition that a man couldn't forget his state the entire life. And if a lady would view it, she would faint in fear.

A human with half flesh and skin in patches over his face. His hands and feet, all in rotten meat. His clothes were tagged, his face was fired dried, his eyes peeping out like eggs, lips all toren and his hairs were all spread on the ground leaving him blad in dired head. His gums had all the teeth however, they were coloured in red due to blood. The tragically secen to all, in this body was, his flesh red in color were steaming as though, he was getting baked. Some bubbles were boiling on his red muscle if you see it from a close view as we all know our flesh are soaked with water and blood. At this spot has body was still evapourting liquid substance by the heat of the atmosphere. When he was over turned carefully, the knights were stunned to see a large red spot on his chest, lacquered over his shirt. This desented their heart.

How much this man had screamed or shouted when no one came for his help. In such a hopeless lifespan, he grabbed a hold of last string of hope but, then his body was the one that disappointed him and shattered all his cries by his lungs blowing off. Judging by the surrounding, it was all clear that the elder son did try to sage his field for sometime however, as the line goes:

One dies with the thing he loves.

This was the perfect sample to it. The knights covered up his body in a white sheet, carefully not letting any body piece get separated. They washed it over the cloth and carried the body on a ventilator over their shoulder as a matter of ful respect and brought it back to the owner's house.

When the people of his family saw a dead body entering the countyard, cries and years shaded every where with despires and hopelessness. As he was laid in the lawn of his own house, the whole family got shocked by viewing not their elder returning but, instead a body covered in white to be greeted. His family rushed over pushing away the knights, astonished by viewing, they argured about opening the cover and confaim that it was really him but, the knights immediately avoided them all suggesting that it's better he soon be laid on his bed.

On hearing this, the females cried aloud and the males shaded tears. When his family asked what happened to him, one of the knight replied in deep sorrow,

" A loyal farmer has slept on his most beloved land."