Ghosts

What are feelings made of? we ask...are they made of actions? of words? of an ethereal bound that connects us to the gods unveiled in Fate? Or are we making the correct question.
On the desert valley of Atira, under a dark sky, fulfilled with the clouds antecipating the Haven's wrath, Ahote stares, his dark eyes shown what he most desired not to face, he could not believe, with his body stacked, curved with the hands touching the ground, he closed his mouth with bitter anger.
Acaharo stood tall on the plain while he watched the man he most feared, he knew this day was upon to happen, but he didnt knew it should be today, however, if that what was reserved by the Gods so he could keep walking his path and life with doubled perserverance, then he had nothing to do, but face his enemy.
Ahote rose up, walked and Acaharo walk towards him, soon, they were 5 feet distance, their heads straight, their eyes unshakeable and defying, they had an axe on their hands, on the front of each of them wasnt only their enemy and adversary, there were projected memories from the past, the reasons to some decisions they took, who they were and what they would be were a result of their past encounters. They wanted to raise their hands in war.
What is vengeance made of? and promises? They are past actions caused by words that creates a bound of eternal hate and the wish of fulfilling what was left undone, that overpasses lifes as a bourden in our hearts, and death doesnt end it, on the contrary, it imortalizes them, making those vengeances ghosts who break into History and Society as a forbidden but most wanted element.
Ahote still couldnt raise his hand, speak or do nothing, what can one do to a ghost? What he didnt knew is that Acaharo had the exact same questions on his mind.

- Buru Har