1 SALTBEARER

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Lay down below. Up a hill we walk again, siege, wait, fight, and kill. Soldiers die, soldier's life. What is there to say of our strife? (A poem for the lost ones, unknown source).

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I run and I run and I run, every morning I have to see for myself. Will the sun show itself this time? Every night I dream of a place of destruction and pain. An endless valley of motionless men who no longer breathe; their ragged bodies mauled down as if beasts have come out of the wild and gone berserk and even though it's morning the sun does not dare to greet this scenery, does not dare to witness this madness. The sky itself is blackened - I stand there a spectator as always the man who stands alone; the Saltbearer.I see the past as no man before me knew it, I know every detail, every little piece of knowledge resides within me, I have known the rise of man, his magnificent achievements, I know sorrow too , when man failed to withstand the gravity of his actions.

I know things that will make you tremble at night, bring you down to your knees with their sheer intensity of which these actions have impacted upon history ,but I know things of the past which will fill you with resounding hope, bright, like the sweetness of your mother's embrace.

Everything falls on me. The Saltbearer sees every action man had took, the past does not dictate the present, yet it is always there, standing in a corner waiting to claim a place. The staltbearer's job is to see its coming; to stop it in its tracks.

People consider Saltbearers a deity, while others despise them and wish to see their demise, with the premise that no man's fate should be decided by a single individual, for this is what a Saltbreaker does; he muddles with the balance, no matter how hard he tries to keep it, it's in his nature, it's in my nature. All this pressure weighing down on me, crushing me, it makes me wonder if I was picked for my resilience; would other men have given up already.

Is this a life that a man is supposed to lead? And when I am eventually destroyed by the weight I will be thrown aside replaced by another more resilient than me. I am no god, to be replaced like a burned out candle for a new one but this is my fate. But as everything has a beginning so do my resilience begun to weaver, I have seen too much. It is time for me to do what no other saltbearer did before me. I will document everything and anything that my oath prevents from sharing, I shall break it without remorse and with absolute confidence that my decision is correct, vain as that might be. I leave the fate of the world for the ones to come, accept though responsibility, gods know I did. Listen and listen well.