MEETING SHARAD

The chamber was dark with only the chandelier lights shining in the middle. The whole place was furnished lavishly and the floor sparkled like gold.

A few lights came on as soon as they stopped.

"Look who we have here" a voice startled him.

He looked around and from behind he saw a man seated on a golden chair which looked more like a throne. He was dressed in a white sultan garment with a red scarf wrapped around his neck.

He had thick beards on his chin, with long black hairs which stopped on his shoulders.

As he stood up from his seat, Eden could see how tall he was. No doubt, he was Sharad, he thought.

The middle aged man walked majestically towards them with a glass of wine in his right hand, and a walking stick on his left.

Eden marveled at how he had aged with time. He saw the looks on his face, and they were no longer that fierce looks he saw when he was young.

"This is the man you're looking for," Alves said to him

"Are you a part of this meeting also?" Sharad a