Madness

It was a long, dark and gloomy night in the outskirts of Jerusalem. Surrounded by sand and desert, the Dutch of Aquitaine was waiting for the Moors to come in any moment. He missed his homeland, his comfort and above all the mysterious castle where he lived in.
The Dutch had been in the crusades for over five years. Five years without the chance to see the vast forests or the soft perfume of mistle-toe. The sound of the magnificent waterfall pouring down into piles of cliffs near his antique castle.
This castle had belonged to the Dutch’s family for generations yet, they did not enjoy their lives there, most of them.
However, The Dutch wanted to go home. He was thinking about this, when the infidels arrived the place ready to fight. The whole battlefield was bleeding. Corps were lying dead everywhere whether beheaded, or disembowelled. Some of them were cut into pieces, some others were impaladed or even worse, they were crucified.
The view was devastating; The Dutch was one of the fewer crusaders who survived. And since the Moors defeated them, the crusaders and with them, the Dutch withdrew.
After the massacre, a long trip was waiting him. He needed to go back to his land where his castle was waiting for his lord’s presence.
Once in Aquitaine, he went straight to his castle. His servants received his lord with honours and celebrated their master’s arrival the whole day. After such a trip, the Dutch was tired. He went to his room and fell asleep. He slept day and night as if he did not for a long time, which in fact was true. He had not.
Nights passed, and nightmares appeared. His mind recalled the horror lived in the Crusades. He began to stay awake at nights. He was afraid of any complot against him. May be the Moors a re there in his own castle! He thought about tall, dark Moors following him trying to catch him. He cried and screamed. All the noises echoed o the stone walls of his castle. He risked going out of the chamber where he was since his arrival to Aquitaine just to see the “Moors”, but his servile Moors were not there anymore. His servants had left the castle, his master and his madness alone.
The Dutch, his visions and his castle were abandoned in the solitary forest of Aquitaine. After all, The Dutch as well as his ancestors did not enjoy his stay in the old medieval castle.