He was moving through a hazy cloud being transported to another place. Along the way he sensed the presence of Horemakhet however, the man was nowhere to be seen. He ignored the sensation, he is now used to all these abnormalities. The clouds were flying fast and the breeze were very cozy almost feeling like a warmly heated house.
Suddenly, he felt ground, his feet planted in a patch of carpet grass, he stretched his eyes to see the horizon and what he saw also gave him the thrills. He was on a hilly part of a village he realized.
Cracking his tiny neck, he trudges forward to see what was there in the valley. Pumping his air canvass as he walked, he arrived at the edge of the hill, and spread his eyes to the edges and ridges of the hill before bringing it back to the valley below him. What he saw was a mysterious wonder that left his mout
He felt fulfilled. He felt happy. What he had seen left him satisfied. If the world will go back to this era, who knows? Everything might be fine.A light breeze blew around him and he turned himself to see. There was Horemarkhet perched on a humongous beast that resembled a rhinos. He sat atop the beast like the god of war. The sight was very imposing, nevertheless, nothing can stir Tom's mind now which is as tranquil as a holy sea.The voice of Horemarkhet boomed across the grassland to Tom."It's time to go back Tom. Mount the beast." He commanded.
There on the dry and golden desert grounds there was a red tape guarding the whole place making it look as if a house was just bombed. Men on green scooted around the place like weary ants drained by lifting food seven time heavier than them all day.There in the midst of all those brawls stood a light red haired officer with a walkie-talkie nestled in his hand and chest murmuring some harsh reports. A tiny girl squeezes his fingers tighter while her eyes were all set with an unquenchable flame that seem to passed through some dousing attempts from the tears in her eyes. She was staring at the cordoned humongous pyramid with such earnest gusto and love that she seemed to even possess a psychic connection to it
Tom sat on the train lost in deep thoughts. His eye lids fluttered with the fluttering breeze and his pupils mirrored the speeding greenries and the bustles perfectly. Everyone was dead quiet. It was as if they had just been rescued from the most frightening dares like in the armageddon movies. A silent music can even be heard around, floating serenely through the air from the basilica some few blocks away from the railway. The voice of a female soloist seared through and sped down the spines of all and sundry sat in the train. As if on a cue, shudders ran through everyone spine simultaneously and a slights gasps of skimpy reliefs filled the coach. Tom himself heaved a heavy sigh too and relaxed.
As he finally made it out of that slum, he heaved a sigh of relief which was caught halfway as something just dangled to the ground behind him. He immediately spurn his neck around to check out the source of the sound.No matter what, it is not safe to be here, or anywhere near.He hurriedly walked away, it seemed as if the speed was not enough, he started jogging making sure to keep his footsteps light and if possible, silent. As he turned round the street he saw some group of hefty men jogging his way and his heart almost left him.
He was walking down the streets of Rome when he saw a huge cathedral. He stopped once and had a strong pull towards the building. Looking either way warily as if a baby stealing milk, he ran across and into the church yard he went.The whole place was eerily quiet and was still like a still drawing. It was the kind of quietness that will make you tiptoe though you know you are doing nothing evil. Tom actually started tiptoeing making sure not to make any sound, till he was in front of the gigantic double doors of the cathedral.
Perusing through the book as fast as he could, Tom was sweating down his pants. He knows that he must not be caught in this section of the building, if caught, all the image he has built as an innocent and lovable boy will all be shattered. Not that the security guard will not have noticed that he is not dealing with a boy.He sighed and continued flipping through the books, Why won't this page just turn up so that he will escape from this prison. He gazed up to see the humongous book shelves standing like mean guards over him with the plethora of books giving the chill of a rat cornered by a cat.
"what walks on four feet in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three at night? "He shut the booklet again and continued his mazy run around Rome, he needs to catch the flight to Greece before he's caught. However, he needs to visit the pantheon first to acquire the script that the pamphlet said he should. The angel and Habbakuk, that's it. He ran till he was out of breath.Finally, he reached the train station and without buying a ticket, he sneaked into the train. Think of how he did that? If he could not sneak into an ordinary train these days, the green uniform men would have found him. It's just nothing to him. It's timing and finding the blind spot."Thebes, here I come." he murmured.
The journey to Thebes was a smooth and easy one. No prying eyes on him and no stop between checkpoints to remind him of his age and supposed vulnerability.The double coach bus struggled all it could against the rock hard road beaten to hardness by the hazy weather. The driver whistled so meritoriously he could have won the American Got Talent with it. Just like in his journey to Rome, everyone appeared lonesome and even sad, looked like people were getting tires of living, no wonder cliff jumping is now one of the trendiest sports, looks like a honest gamble of whether to die.The only difference being the slightly warm weather and the sun peeping from behind the clouds.