"Now that Princess Diana is back, I believe things will return to normal for us in this kingdom. Her absence hurt everyone. It affected every of this kingdom. In one way or the other m, everyone could feel her absence. Thanks to the gods that she is back safe and healthy." Jacquard said to his twin brother, Jack. "Yeah, she is back. What did you want me to gain from that." Jack said briskly. "Ohhh! Really! Her absence does not have to affect you and you are idle. You have nowhere to go. She left the kingdom and a few days after you lost your job. No, you are working as a guard whose earnings are nothing to reckon with. You to wake up and stop all this. If it is envy, you should stop. If it is you like her, then you approach her and tell her your mind, after all, she is free with everyone and approachable. Just tell her your mind and how you feel about her, you might be lucky. It is better than you sitting here and starting badmouthing people." Jacquard said angrily. " I don't get
Jacquard work up very early the following morning. He had his bath, get dressed, and was about to leave for work. Jacquard had already left his previous job where he works as a translator. He had secured a new job. He is now working as a Librarian in the ancient library of Abasia Kingdom. The library was constructed after the attack of Flighters which caused the tunnel in the mountain to collapse where everything about Abasia Kingdom was years back. The documents, ancient books, history, artworks, like drawings, paintings, artifacts, and a lot more were all transferred from the rock to the newly built Library. He went straight to his twin brother's room, Jack, to wake him up. " It is late already. Get up from that bed of yours and get dressed for work. Or you have decided that you are not going to the brewery today?"" Yeah. You get it." Jack replied, rolling around his bed. "I am not going today. Good morning Jacquard. You can come in. The door is not locked." He said. " Look at
Curiosity. Orderliness. A passion for understanding." Jacquard looked around at his students. " To become a great librarian, you must have a passion and a sense of mission. Because you will have to confront extraordinary challenges, challenges which-" Jay Oh, one of the top students- but also one of his most disruptive kids- interrupted." Yeah, like trying to be bored to death!" Jacquard frowned. " Now, come on, Jay oh. I am making a serious point here. Why are you disrupting the class?" He asked. He tried to look as stern as he could. But the truth was, he sometimes wondered if Jay oh was not right. Jacquard loved teaching, loved working as s researcher in the world's most important library. And yet sometimes he wondered- was this it? Was this all he had been put on earth to do? He was good at his job. Very good. But sometimes it seems like poking around full of ancient facts and figures- or teaching young people how to poke around any instrument available within the facility-
Jacquard walked slowly down the hallway to the staircase. The director's office is on the fourth floor while his office is on the second floor. They rushed down the staircase to the classroom because it was almost time for the class kick-off. The kids had already arrived. They were singing and drumming. The noise was getting louder, disturbing the whole building. He had been teaching since he stopped working as a translator a few years back. He really loves the job, translating any written words to English, so that they can be read by everyone or whosoever. He was so good and versed with it, but always had problems with his Superiors. Maybe they were all scared that he would take their position one day because he was so exceptional. No matter the language any words, he would identify them and still them perfectly. Any task they found so difficult was always a thing to play with for him. His Superiors not only get jealous of him but also do everything possible to keep him unknown to t
General Lane scratched his face uneasily. " Uh- well, yes, sure, that is probably- yes, let go ahead and do that." He looked around the room as thoroughly as searching for a spot to question the students. "Where can't it be done? I want a place where our voice won't disturb other people "There is an empty classroom next door. Maybe I could bring them in there one after the other?" "Outstanding!" General Lane said. " I will be in the next door then." He wheeled and walked out of the room. The students looked at one another with perplexed expressions on their faces. After the class was over and he'd questioned each of the students, General Lane said to Jacquard, "Well, I thought that went really well! Really well indeed!" Jacquard noticed that the detective was sweating heavily as if he were nervous about something. " What did you find out?" "Find out?" The investigator blinked. "Uh . . . Well . . . not much." He showed off his straight, white teeth. " Can't expect too m
Later that afternoon Jacquard knocked on the door of the director's office. " Ma'am?" He said, peeping around the door frame. " Sorry to bother you. But . . . Well, I met with the investigator today. And I have told you, I was not that impressed. I don't think he is up to the task. I doubt if he would be able to handle this matter well because his styles of doing things are not technical at all if you are there, you would feel irritated and get angry. With him in charge, the chance to recover those missing books is slim. The director kept quiet for a while. She did not alter a word in response to what Jacquard had just said. She looked at his side ones and continued with what she was doing. The director looked away from the books placed before her. She had been studying and frowned. " He seemed quite professional." "Yes," Jacquard said. " Until he actually starts working." " He is from Unit Nine! I am sure he has his methods." " If he does, I can't see them. He looks like a p
"What is this?" How is all this happening? When?. . He exclaimed. Books that have been kept out of people's reach for years and all of a sudden someone suddenly appears from nowhere demanding those collections. He was suspicions are getting toward affirmation. He felt the seniors togetogetherh the guards are involved. He tried his best to go through the register within the shortest time. Going through the lists, he heard a footstep approaching. The guards are coming. It seems he needed to stop what he was doing. He quickly packed those documents back to where he packed them and quickly hide behind the door. In the documents he opened, he noticed a particular name had been requested for those books several. TThelasted time she requested one of the missing books was a day before they went missing. " Who is this lady? And how is she related to those missing books?" Jacquard asked himself. After a few minutes, one of the guards entered to pick up something. He felt that ther
" You need my help? You must be joking" "Sincerely, I don't know how I can be of help to you. Because I don't really know who you really think I am. "Let me even ask you these questions. Why do you think I am the right person to help you out? what led you to think in my direction?" As I am, I am helpless and have nothing to offer you. Let me remind you of who I am, what I am made up of, and my rank in the army of Abasia Kingdom is nothing. You know I am still a small soldier taking orders from superiors. The help I will offer is limited." "Relax Danju, hear me out first. At least, once you hear whatsoever I have to say that is when you can say all this you have said." Jacquard said. " After all, I saw a lot of people, even your colleagues that are also my friend but I know you are exceptional and also get curious about things within our surroundings and also you are my childhood friend. You must have all the information I need and I am sure you would not turn me down. " " I
I'm still surprised that she remembers me by my first name. She lets me pick the books that I want to, after we've returned the previous ones to their rightful places.When I'm done, she leads me back to her table, and make me sign on the record book once again, after re-writing my name, and the new date.Outside, I have three textbooks, all cramped to my chest. Damn, these are heavy even when they'd looked as though they would be light.I am about crossing the road when I heard, "Rash." It's a familiar voice. I turn to the person. Dean's grinning. He wears a black jacket on top, inner white shirt under and a blue jean. The sole of his canvas kinds of lit under the day light. "Hey." I say back, coolly."Um, what're you doing here?" Whilst saying, his eyes dart to the library's building, "oh, came here?""Yeah." Is all I say, staring into his eyes. I see they are green. They are so bright. The beauty runs in the family, don't you think?"Hey, what's up with you?" He notices.Well, h
"Rash!" Oh, boy. I hurry up and get a plain blue towel around my waist while there's another in my hands, being used to clean my face and torso. I get out of the bathroom and go to the closet. I put on a simple nylon black shirt, long enough that the hem stops around my thighs, and a khaki short. On the way, I slip into my flip-flops, getting down the stairs, I see aunt Melissa, giggling to the screen of her phone. She's Face-timing with someone, and really, I don't want to know who it is. When she catch my figure, walking to the couch, she quickly wraps it up and tells me. "So, what's the plan?" I shrug. She's placing her phone away, and concentrating on me. "I don't know." "You're a dickhead." She says. Well, I have a dickhead, the thought comes abruptly but I quickly shake it away. "What do you think...wait, where's granny?" "She's not around." Remember that I said she and granny never gets along. This is one of the obviousness that I mean. Granny is religious on her si
As Jacquard fainted, Jack couldn't believe his luck. He had always envied his brother's skills and successes, and now he had the chance to claim the glory for himself. He approached the unconscious form of his brother and the princess, carefully picking her up and cradling her in his arms. He looked down at her sleeping face, and couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He had always wanted to prove himself to the kingdom, to show that he was just as capable as his brother, and this was his chance. “Yes! This is my perfect victory. That’s right… I win!” He exclaimed joyfully. Jack's heart leapt with fulfillment although he did his best to conceal it. He felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and the weight of his envy and resentment had been lifted away. The mission to rescue Princess Diana was a success, and he was the hero who saved her. It was all he had ever wanted, and now that he had it, he could barely contain his elation.
Jacquard started to panic as he realized how close the warriors were getting. He knew he had to think as fast as possible and come up with a plan that could at least put him on the higher ground of the table of turbulence. "What do I do now? It’s only getting more and more complicated!" Jacquard thought to himself, with a faint trace of fear. "I can't let them catch me with the princess. We’ll be done for." He said He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Think, Jacquard , think," he whispered to himself. "What can I do to get out of this situation?" Just at the moment when he was still thinking, the memories of the charm song his mother taught him flooded his mind. "Maybe that's it," he said to himself. "Maybe the charm song can help me get out of this." He started to hum the song softly, hoping it would have the same effect as it did the last time. But as he hummed, he noticed that the warriors were getting even closer. He needed to sing the song louder. He too
Jacquard continued running through the night with memories of his past flooding his mind. He remembered the times he spent with his family before they were left by him and his brother, by the proposal of the neighboring kingdom's soldiers. The pain of leaving his loved ones was too much to bear, but the thought of the princess's safety gave him the strength to keep moving. He thought back to the time he and his twin brother, Jacquard uard, went to their friend's farm. They had so much fun working and playing together, but a little argument over who should carry the most harvest nearly ruined their day. Jacquard wanted to carry more than his fair share, but Jacquard insisted on carrying an equal amount. Jacquard smiled as he continued remember how the words of Lucky had diffused the situation in a lucid illusion. They all ended up carrying an equal amount and left the farm with big smiles on their faces. It was moments like those that made him miss his family even more. The memories
As Jacquard thought back to that day, he smiled to himself, remembering the fun they had at the farm. He could almost smell the scent of the fresh crops and feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rustling bushes nearby. He stopped in his tracks and listened carefully. “Shit!” He exclaimed. “What’s that? Oh my God I hope it’s not what I’m thinking?” He asked himself quietly in fear and trepidation. ”Is it the sound of Amah warriors approaching?” He continued to ruminate. He couldn't take any chances. He carefully placed Princess Princess Princess Diana on the ground and crouched down, ready to attack if need be. The sound of rustling bushes grew louder and louder, but to his surprise, it was just a small animal, a bunny for that matter, scurrying away. Jacquard breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the princess once more. “Such a drag. These animals sure can get one a really high blood pressure.” He said to himself, after wh
Jacquard was relieved that he had finally found some water. As he drank, he could feel his energy returning, and he knew that he needed to act quickly to save Princess Diana . He ran back to her side and gently placed his hand on her forehead. She was burning up, and he knew that time was running out. "Your Highness, can you hear me?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear. There was no response, and Jacquard felt his heart sink. He sprinkled some water on her face, hoping that it would wake her up. Slowly but surely, Princess Diana 's eyelids began to flutter, and she opened her eyes. She looked up at Jacquard , and for a moment, he could see the fear in her eyes. "Don't worry, Your Highness," he said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I'm here to protect you. Just take it easy and drink some water." He held the water up to her lips, and she took a few sips. Jacquard could feel the tension in his body starting to ease as he saw her regain some strength. They couldn't st
Jacquard could still feel the weight of the princess pressing on his back as he moved further, making every step more difficult than the last. He could feel the heat of the sun bearing down on him, the sweat trickling down his face, mixing with his tears, and he just wished it would all end already. He couldn't help but think that they were doomed, that they would never make it out alive. But then he remembered his training, his years of preparation for a moment like this. He couldn't give up now, not when the princess's life was on the line. "Stay with me, Your Highness," he said, his voice strained with exhaustion. "We're almost there." He yelled. But Princess Diana remained unresponsive, her breathing shallow and weak. Jacquard felt a sense of despair wash over him. He couldn't carry her much further, and they were still far from safety. He didn't know what to do. As they continued to run, Jacquard could hear the sound of the Amah warriors getting closer and closer. He felt a
As they continued their treacherous journey, Jacquard's mind was racing with thoughts. “Could this be the end? After all I have gone through alongside my brother Jacquard ? Never! I won’t allow that. I promised mom I’ll be back. No! We will be back!” He swore to himself as encouragement. He couldn't afford to let the princess down. He had been tasked with her safety, and he was determined to see it through to the end. He could feel her weight on his shoulders dropping on every single one of his nerves, applying pressure on his well bred muscles and tendons, and he knew that if he stumbled, they would both fall. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, but it was starting to wear off. The pain in his legs and back was becoming unbearable, but he pushed through it. "Are you okay, Jacquard ?" Princess Diana's voice was weak, barely audible over the sound of his footsteps. He was running as silently as possible to avoid any sneak attack… that was one of the military logics of the