Prisoner's Tale

On the tree sat yellow eye looking at the foot and hooves marching on the beat of the heart. The prisoner walks tied to the horse that the general rides as he leads the platoon. As soon as the general saw nothing but darkness in front of him, he ordered his men to light the flames.
On the birth of fire, empire’s black night was filled with colours.
“Narangi main Rang ghol Narangi bani yeh duniya.” General confussed by prisoner’s words but at the same time nostalgic about the words. For him a mirror of the past isin front. In the reflection he lives in the same way he lives in the present. In reflection all were old but the prisoner.
“It’s a long night ahead isn’t it master? Don’t you think there should be some entertainment for us all,” prisoners suggestion dismissed by the general “For you, Hasar, never there isn’t any joy for you in this world anymore other than joy of death,” he said.
“It’s my pleasure that I have you as my officer this time. The burden of simple work will be off my shoulder. Anyway, if no entertainment, then allow me to tell you and your men a story.” Hasar said with a sweet smile on his face, not forced to mock the general but a genuine happiness of a heart that reflected on his face. “Dont worry, I won’t bore you. You may know about my crimes but not my skill to tell stories my. Giving them fun with my stories is the least I can do for my listeners, as I know their gradual fate.”
General’s silence was enough for Hasar top continue with his talk.
“Jungle is too deep in sleep to hear. Ask the owl if you wish to confirm. Thousand words in the ballroom of memory dance in their joy, drinking from the chalice of mind the liquid gold of imagination. I can fell some of them forming a group. umm…. what is it they call themselves? Oh yeah. The King and 2 colour painting.”
As hasar’s words fell into General’s ear, all that he heard became alive in front of his eye to see. The petty palace Hasar described became the same in which the General stood to serve the king. Rather than being a new image for the general, all this was a distant memory for him.

The dancing wine-drinker king gathered all his ministers and officers for discussion on a topic stated as a national issue by the king’s messenger. A man stood beside the king’s throne, holding a golden plater with a pile of paan. Feet barely reached the ground as he sat on the throne and his face joined with his stomach.
General, upon seeing all this, held back from bursting from laughter. Then there in that tense scene, paan chewing king said with a baby frown face. “It’s you.” Unable to understand what he meant, one of the ministers asked for an elaboration.
'“You, all present here, are my worst enemy. I’ve decided to execute all of you here.” Upon hearing such an announcement, all high-ranking elites showed their loyalty with the help of heavy words. “I am your Humble servant,” one said. “You are my lord. I would die for you,” another followed. In all the noise, General scared joined in with all the goats. “SILENCE” Kings, loud, determined, and blurred by paan voice, made all present quiet.
“I will ask any of you, traitor, for one job. If your loyalty is erect as your words, then you all will be released. But if any of you for even a single unnecessary object or condition, then all of you will be killed.” The burden of their lives was on their greed.
Just as the king completed explaining the rules, all the light was replaced with the seed of darkness. The king’s dance followed the sound of a jump from the throne around the hall. General in the dark unable to see kings dance but just heard the anklet. General’s hand crossed for prays. “Don’t let me be caught in his dance,” Words that god and demons heard from all the scared souls in the hall.
King’s anklet stopped with a loud slam on the floor and in his hands was the painter of the empire. All sighed at finding themselves not in the spotlight.
Painter’s heart, beautiful, lives in which the dream of kids. All surrendered their pride to their faith.
“Well enough, kid, I want you to use all your mind and skill to paint me the best of your work. What are your demands?” King asked? Painter uttered his next word with caution and demanded, “My lord, for completing your task I would require all colours of paints, a canvas, and brushes. With just these objects, I will provide with my best work till date.”
Upon hearing this answer, King ran off to some distance and returned to Painter and said, “You did it. You are a traitor to me.” These words from the king confused all, and while everyone understood his words, the King lights a candle.
“You say you want all the paint colour. What is the use of so many colours, see; my rope of orange can colour this entire room.”
With this dialogue General’s ears rang with laughter and as he looked around him, he saw all the soldiers laughing with Hasar on his story.

Hasar, holding his breath, said, “Such a goofy king he was. A Genius, a fool or a genius of fools.” General, with a shout, ordered his men to shut their laughs and with an angered, confused look stared at Hasar.
“What happened? Did you not like the story?” Hasar said and then walked close to the general to whisper the end of the story, “All present there killed the king with the brutality of the devil.”
“Who are you? How do you know all this?” the General asked, to which Hasar replied, “I just made it up, like I told you I’m good at telling stories, but you didn’t laugh. That makes me sad.” General lost in anger, stopped his horse. “Shut up,” he shouted. “This all happened 20 years ago. There shouldn’t be anyone who is alive to know about this. For hell with it. I’ll kill you right here to ensure that no one survived.”
General then ordered his men to shoot Hasar but when his commands were not followed in anger, he turned his face toward the solider to scold them. His mind and soul both in shock to find all his soldiers vanished, just before he could process the empty jungle in front of him. All the fire blew, and he lost all senses in the void of darkness.
“Except this as a gift for letting me tell my story to so many people,” a voice echoed in that darkness. All the fire reignited to paint the darkness and create a jungle in front of the general, where he found himself alone in the path.