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It's early, the morning just opening it's eyelids with a few singular, blurry rays of light. The fields being drenched in the nights glitter, casting a shallow fog that wraps itself around every tree and stone, hiding each wandering path that was used so often. Birds chirping quietly, their melody echoing throughout the forest. Among the fog would step a silhouette, crawling over sticks and thick wood work, merely it's breath visible in the cold morning.


Cracking of twigs, crunching of fallen leafs, rolling stones. Each step would lead the silhouette closer to it's destination. A cabin deep hidden within the mountains and woods of Chernarus. By now the sun would have risen just enough to cast a looming shine around the figure approaching the cabin. Hooded, covered entirely by cloth and rags, wrapped in a visible, heavy, worn out carrier. It's weapons rattle and snap against each other whilst dangling off it. On its back, a bulking collection of boxes, bags and slings.


Merely a few more meters, the looming architecture reaching into the trees crowns, yet being bathed in the warm morning sun which casts a wide shadow of the figure approaching. It's steps scream loudly on the cabins wooden boards, a stepping stool to it's porch. Little cobwebs struck themselves across the wooden logs and railings, keeping its proud roof held up highly. A longing sigh escaped the still shadowy figure. It was silent, they were alone.


The door began screeching at every inch it was opened, the little windows decorating its frame quivering loosely in their sockets. Stepping inside with just as loud floor boards the shadow drifted into the building followed by a shallow guardian made of fog and vapor. A long cloak waving and dancing in the breeze it had brought along only to stand still, frozen in place as the door clicked shut. The faceless hood began drifting in waves, left and right, inspecting its surroundings.



As finger less gloves gripped the hood it fell, dropping onto the strangers shoulders. A craved, worn mask glimpsed across the room. Soon it made way as well, a soft click releasing it from it's user. Alkis sighed heavily, a mixture of relief and disappointed in his breath. The gnarly look of his own face reflected in the dusty hallway mirror. He was alone among the few rats and bugs calling this place now their home. He dropped his belongings at the door, everything hit the floor, every bit of protection and safety was released. Each scar the man wore would become visible. A canvas of hardship, wars lost, victories achieved, men gained and families lost. His now way lighter steps shifted throughout the hallway, countless thoughts turning his mind into a war-zone. Each step, a brief reminder, like lighting, mercilessly striking his mind with each memory that remained. Each step like a nail driven into its sole.


He arrived silently in the main hall, no light but the few now white rays of light breaking through dust and web.


"Like a wolf in it's den...seems like even the alpha does leave it's pack behind eventually..."


He spoke within his own radius, almost silently. Reaching to his back would be sitting a crate, once setting it onto the wide table within the center it would rest, beautifully engraved and decorated, while a chess field waited on top. He calmly sets down the hand crafted chess board.


"They surely knew how to make an entrance...but so did we, right?"


Reaching into his pouch he pulled out two sets. One white, setting it up neatly on one side of the playing field.


Now, onto the black pieces. Not traditional ones, each piece carefully hand crafted, engraved and signed with a name. Yet he refused to put any on the board but one, a black rook, his name carved into its neck. Each other piece now calmly rests on the side of the board, each one carrying another name of their family. A metal plate in front of the board, pointing towards the entrance, reads.


"So many lost pieces. Once you return to the place your heart calls home. May choose to reunite, or leave as a lost soul."


Every so slowly he would distance himself from the table. One less weight to carry around  on his back was set down, a gift left behind by a broken man that despite everyone's opinion remains on his feet.


His eyes draw silently around the hall, into the different hallways leading towards rooms once occupied, up into the indoor balcony resting high above the hall. Even when the room was empty, even without a single soul present he felt like a mountain was resting above this place, or at least his head was him telling that. Wandering loosely around the hall, along the shelfes and drawers, by the windows and lamps until finding his place of rest, an armchair sitting tugged away between to nightstands. He fell into it, dust being thrown up into the already foggy air. Watching, almost staring at the dust, seeing it dance, twirl and soon fall back to the floor, almost mocking the pity he found himself in. His head sunk. 


"I remain grateful. So far away from good and evil. Eyes cold as Ice, wanting to see the sun. The cold wind blows to stop me in my path. But hot blood flows through my veins. We live between heaven and hell. Hanging over the abyss on a silks thread. Don't show weakness was our only rule... but the pouring rain hides every tear we fail to hold back. Even when everything shatters like glass, broken pieces will still reflect the light."



He looked down upon his arm, his palm pointing towards the ceiling, the mark left on his wrist almost glowing in the vague, dust drenched sunlight. His thumb calmly running over the scarred skin.



"Can you do me this one favor ?"


He asked into the room, his voice barely echoing.


"Can I for once not be disappointed ? Can I for once hold onto something and not let it go ?"


His fist clenched, his wrists pressing to the chairs arms, throwing him out of it as if charging an intruder only to slowly stumble to a hold with an empty gaze, his entire figure lightly trembling


"Can I for once not be alone inhere ?"


He asked into the room as if it was filled with them, his family. Open arms he asked into the empty, dusty and creaking void. Not a single soul to be seen.


"...and I always thought the darkness would scream back at me..."


He stumbled towards the entrance, heavy breaths, slow steps, he wasn't exhausted, he was tired, of what ever plagued him. Dragging himself along the walls and drawers littering the hallways he came from, falling past his belongings to push himself into the door, pushing it open only to fall to his knees. He began screaming, screaming on top of his lungs, across the roof tops, into the trees crowns all the way up into the sky, he yelled, he screamed, he howled he hurled until his throat wouldn't take it any longer. His head was pulsing, his throat burning, his heart pounding. He listened to his voice ringing through the hills and trees, hoping some ears would catch it and know what it meant.


Kneeling there for a moment that seemed like another lifetime, looking aimlessly into the forest ahead. His screams banishing every thought from his mind. Once again allowing everything to be truly silent. He rose to his feet and found his way back inside. Collecting his belongings the way he left them. His mask remained off, his hood down. Once more his head turned back towards the door, slowly pulling it shut and taking steps ahead. He didn't want to leave, neither wanted he to stay. Once his boots began hitting the wood work he once threw a look back, his eyes brightening up a little and a tiny smile carving its way across his lips. For a moment he imagined how things would be, if everyone was there. His mouth opened and so he spoke.


"Save travels."

"Keep your head on your shoulders."

"Find your way home."

"Stay safe."

"See you soon."

"Until Then."

"I miss you. Family....."






Thank you to every member of "The Playhouse" before me, while we lasted and who still remains.

Thank you to every outsider interacting with us and making us who we were.

Thank you to the readers, I hope you enjoyed a little insight into Alkis Rouber.

"What ever happens, happens." - Keiko Nobumoto


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