“Firstofallyoumuststayoutofsightforatimeandnotshowyourfatilthemessyouhavecreatedblowsover.I’lltellyouthenwhattodo.”Vio’seyeswereinsightfuoneresolute.“Dimitrimayhavedivinehelpandweotgettohimdirectly,butwe’llseewhatbedoohistwenty-fourbeauties.Theyareallhisdarlingsaohisheart.Hewillnotbeabletowithstandanyharmingtothem.WeneedonlytakeafewofthemhostageandDimitriwillbesuretoerunning,willingtodoanythitogetthemback.Hewillbebeggingmyfivenessforwhathehasdone.Hedaredtodestroymypuregoldpaydearestdreamscouldnotberealized.Iwanthisbloodiionforhissins.”VioandMr.FingerleatextremeloggerheadswitheachothertothepointwherebothtriedtokilltheotherseeBook2KingdomInTheDreams.Itwasstrangeandsurprisingtofiogetherhereclosepartnersandspirators.
Thedaydawhecitywokeupslowly.Carsariansgraduallyincreased.Dimitriwasstillsittingatthecoldstreeter.Hetookoutacigaretteaosmoke,hisspiritscalmandhappy.Hehadlookedintothedepthofhisheartandsawhistwoloyalworkaholicservantslyingonthelushgreenfieldfastasleep.Siheyonlystoppedwwhentheywereasleep,thatwasalsoDimitri’scetofeelsereneandpeaceful.Hewastotallyignorantofthefactthathehadalreadybeentargetedforrevehathisenemieswerepnningtogettohimthroughhispreciousbeauties.ThatwasbecausetherewasnotraceofthethingsthathappehedimensionoftimeofhisKingdomofDreamsinhispresentpracticalworld.
Chapter2TreasureandHatred
ThiswasabouthalfaturyagowhenDimitriwasstilboy.Ortobemoreprecise,itwasafragmentofrecollesabouthispreviouslifethathadlingeredinDimitri’smemory-anindeliblepictureofaspringm.Thepureandclearmsunlightshohedipidatedbuildingsoftheslumswherethetrashinthedecrepitgarbageoverflowedtothegroundsurroundingit.Perhapsirashtherewasadeadcatwhosecarcasssentoffwaveafterwaveofrancid,stinkingodor.Likeapatientsufferingfromseveredepression,dismalmoodflowedinhislimbsandbody.Annoyinganddisorderlyswarmsoffliesbuzzedaroundnon-stop,refusingtobedispersed.Byceagustbreezepassedbycarryingalongwithitatinyflowerseedwhichwasdroppedactallyontothisdirtypatchofearth.heretowaterorfertilizeit,butthenutrientsiinthesoilprovidedenoughnourishmenttolettheseeddevelop,sproutandgrowintoalovelyflower.Theblossomingoftheflowergeddeagidmadethisdirtyandmessyplotofndintoaparadiseoh.
Rhythmicalmusiotesfloatedintheairlikecolorfulbutterfliesdanginthespringbreeze.HundredsofpeopleassembledinthesquarebeforetheCityHall,seeminglythereforsomegatheringorfestival.Onthemakeshiftstage,skillfundprofitjazzmusiswentallouttratingonperfaicDixiendtypeofmusicothatwaslight,quidhadastrongrhythm.Dimitri’sweather-beateuresappearedbehindthergeballofpinkcottondy.Hewaslikeachildagain,ligatthedyinhishand,savitssweettaste.Henevermissedlivelyoccasionslikethese,fullofhustleandbustle.Hewouldpushhiswayintothecrowdtolistelytotheperformance,hisfoottappingihemusidthenhewouldgetoutofthecrowdattheotherendtojoinandchatleisurelywithhiscrowdofnomadfriendswhoweresittingorlyingonthesidewalks.Tinyalmostinvisibleflowerpollenaalswereliftedintotheairbythespringbreeze.Ah,theseweregoodtimes.WhenDimitriappearednooneknewfromwhencehecameandwhenhedisappearedinthecrowdatwillnooneknewwherehehadgoo.Hewaslikeahappyfairywhohadedowhtohaveagoodtime.
Inthisseasonofpollinatingtreesandflowers,abuscarryingonlyafewpassengerswasmovingslowlyaelyoreetsofthecity.Thedriverwasinahappymoodasheleisurelytookchargeofthesteeringwheel,geniallycallingoutgreetingsandgoodbyestothepassengersastheygotonoroffhisbus.Onsuchabrightandcheeryspringday,itwashardtobeinabadmood.Butstraosay,thecrimeandmurderrateofthiscitywasveryhighandneverseemedtodrop.It’sreallyperplexingthatinspiteofsuchbeautifulweathertherewerepeoplewhowoulditcrimesandevenmurder.Justthenashrilloldvoicesoundedfromtheseatbehindhim.
“Excusemesir,IogetoffatBroadwayand13thStreet.Couldyoucallmewheimees?”askedanolddwarfwithalongwhitebeard.Heworeesestylepantsandshirtandamelonshapedcap,buthadnopigtail.Helookedstrangeandoutndish.
“Suresir,noproblem.Iwillcallyouwhehere;butforyourowy,pleasedon’tleaveyourseatuntilIstopthebus”repliedthedrivergood-naturedly.Heslowlyeasedthebustoastandstilttheopandamuscurman,obviouslydrunkgoton,stillholdingahalfemptybottleofliquor.
“Ihavenomooday.Iwillpayime”heannounahoarsevoidthenswaggeredarrogantlytowardsthebackofthebus.Thedriverreizedthemanasafrequentfree-loaderanddecidedtoputhisfootdownonhis“freerides”thistime.Hestoppedthebus.
“Pleasedonotdisruptpublicorder”hesaidthroughhismicrophone.“Everyoneisrequiredtopayforhisticket.Ifyouwillnotdoso,pleasegetoffthebus.Iwon’tbudgeuntilyoudoso.”Theotherpassengersbegantoboo.Thedruwasdangeroustoincurpublicwrath,soheslunkoffthebusfromthebackdoor.Standingoutsideheshoutingcursesatthedriver,whoignoredhimanddroveaway.Attheophestoppedthebus,stooduptocarrythewhite-beardeddwarfinhisarmsahimdownonthesidewalk.“Haveaniceday,sir”hesaidpleasantlyae-beardeddwarfwavedhisthankstothedriverwhogotbacktohisseatanddroveaway.Hehelpedtheolddwarfbecausehewasshortinstatureandlighti,lookinglikeafive-year-oldchild.Whathedidn’tknowwasthatinthedwarf’spocketwasanotherevensmallerperserthanafinger.
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