Jacquard jumped up, and continue with what he was doing. Danju was already at the other side of the shelve, checking all the documents on the shelves. He believed that by the time he will go through all the documents and files on the shelves on that side, he should be able to come across something. Jacquard left the side of the room he was to join Danju. The side opposite the door was the longest and also contained more documents and files. It seems to have both newly-looking documents and files and those whose dates can't be determined. "Jacquard you have not returned documents that were scattered on the ground and those on the table to their respective place. You need to place them back to where they were before we even tamped with them. I don't want problems from those superior officials." Danju said. " Ohh! Don't tell me you now fear your superiors. I even trust you. You are not scared of them not to even caring for them. But you are scared that if I leave this the way they ar
Jacquard picked up the note and ran out of his office. He went straight to the office where he left his friend, Danju. Upon getting to the office he met no one. Danju is gone. He called his name repeatedly. No one answered his call. He walked out of the room to look for him.He searched every on the floor he was. He kept on calling his name, hoping someone would answer but no one answered him. He went to the last floor to check if maybe he is inside the Director's office. To his surprise, the director's office is locked with a lock which signifies no one is inside, not even the Director. At that moment, he felt things are not right. Where is his friend? Where is the Director? Or even if the director was not around who made the bell too? Different answers popped into my mind. Where can Danju go within a short time? Where? It is impossible for him to leave this building without saying goodbye. It is not even possible for him to leave at this moment. Where can he be? He kept on sea
The upper floors of the Abasia Kingdom Library had a grand, ancient feel that reflected the age and importance of the institution. But once you got down into the area underground where all the books were stored, it became as bland, featureless, and cramped as a warehouse. Each low-ceilinged room contained row on row of shelves crammed with ancient books. The air was the cool and bitter smell. Under normal circumstances, books decomposed over time. But here the highly filtered air contained chemicals that suppressed the molds, bacteria, and insects that would otherwise eventually eat and destroy the old paper. In this environment, books could theoretically last forever. Even the light was kept intentionally dim, only coming on when people entered a room so that the rays wouldn't degrade the paper or the bindings of the books. In rooms where especially valuable books were stored, the light was a creepy red color, the lower wavelengths being less damaging to paper. Jacquard had come
Jacquard moved closer to his mother. " Why did you say such? Did anything happen? Or you saw something really strange that made you say much at this very moment." It had been a long time that Gift would felt that way. She was shivering and looked troubled. The last time she felt that way was when her children and she were traveling from their village, Ifakoko, in the western region down to the Abasia Kingdom in the eastern region of Cerea nation some years back during the civil war between the Zuluh tribe and the Nguni tribe. Then they had no choice but to leave everything, their home, properties, and other valuable things behind and run for their lifes. Then she was so scared and ready to do anything to protect his kids. She did everything within her power to get them safe and healthy to the Abasia Kingdom without any harm getting closer to them.At that very moment, she got engulfed in such feelings once again. She felt her son's life is in danger. She was having that she had no
Upon getting to the office, he gently opened the door to prevent people from noticing his arrival. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to achieve that, the noise made by the door was so excruciating that got everyone around to notice his arrival. He did not but wave at them once and rushed into his office. No one talked or questioned him for his reasons for being late or not to talk of proofs. Lateness to work attract punishment or query. Even his superiors were just watching without saying anything. Everyone pretended to be busy with what they were doing before he entered. The reason for such reactions from them all, including his juniors looked so surprising to him but he ignored them all. He did nothing. He just went straight to his office and expect the days to start. Fortunately for him, none of his students were around. He felt so happy and relaxed. No one to attend to or teach. He felt so relaxed that he placed his legs on his table and had a nap. After a while, someone knocked on
He was so happy to lay his hand on the key. Though he did not have it in mind to go read those books in there. At first, he felt he could the opportunity to test his translating skills. He always feels he could read it but never had the opportunity to access the book.Aside from the promise he made to his boss, the Director, he felt if he was able to read and translate those books that would create chaos even far beyond what he could imagine. The whole world will be after him, believing he is the most knowledgeable human at the moment. That might be something of joy and happiness to him and his family but the opposite of that is what is going to happen to the director. He might be severely punished. If care is not taken, she could be banished from the kingdom for giving the key to the underground door to a common person. The issues might even go far beyond that due to the fate that he is not an indigene of the Abasia Kingdom. Though discrimination might not be existing but not until
Hang returned inside as a person who felt relieved. She went back to her normal self for a while. Jacquard saw her having a conversation with the guards outside. Jacquard attempted to interfere with the conversation. Immediately he left his office.He did not like the way one of the guards was addressing her. The guards were asking her to identify herself. The guard was just posted here a few days ago. He immediately stopped what he was doing to help her out. He ran out of his office and went straight to her office to get a chip that identified her as a staff of the organization. Upon getting the chip, he ran out of his room, through the staircase, and to the last floor. he walked down the corridor of the last floor. As he made the last turn to get him to the main door at the entrance of the building, he already saw her coming inside.He stopped for a while and gently walked to her. He then said, " Hang what is really going on? I saw you through the window of my office how you were
A few minutes later, she returned to his office with piles of files. She placed it on Jacquard's table. " Yeah, I am here as promised. As I have said earlier, will be doing all this together, right here. You are a genius which means dictionaries are not needed and also I will be able to finish up this within a short period. Being able to finish them up on time will grant me the avenue to use the remaining time left for other things, whether to stay here to study as you have been doing before I interrupted, or I should return to my office and rest, till when I will be free to go home. One of the two will definitely happen. Hmm?" Jacquard responded immediately by nodding his head. " Yeah! Yeah!! You are right. We do this together will really be of help to us. I will be able to use them to revise while you learn. Aside from that, it will even be faster because with these, pointing to the documents and on other things to work on, you alone won't be to finish it up." "Tell me if you a
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