Jacquard was not sure exactly what he would excepted. That the book would be sitting there in the middle of the cave waiting for him? Maybe. If that was what he had expected, it did not work out that way. The cave was not a large flat- floored room like you always saw in the vids. It was a slanted crease in the stone, no more than three or four feet wide. You could not stand upright in it. You had to lean your back on the slimy rock. The only good thing was that there was no way for the wolf pack to attack them. It was too narrow for more than one animal to enter at a time. Those were bad odds for the wolves- and the wolves knew it. After a few minutes of trotting back and forth in front of the entrance, the wolves suddenly turned and slunk back into the forest. They obviously felt they had wasyer enough time on the humans and were ready to find something that would be easier to kill. After the wolves disappeared, Roger said, "so should we head on back, Mr. Jacquard?" Jacquard sho
The next day an emergency rescue unit arrived and picked up the whole class. The students had slept on he floor of the cave that night, and everyone was looking stiff and bleary as they stepped onto the lifter.Before they climbed on, Shana ran out of he cave and threw her arms around Jacquard. " Thank you for taking us here, Mr. Jacquad." She said. " This is the best day of my life! I am going to remember this forever." The whole group cheered. " Yeah Mr. Mac! This was the best!" Every Traveler has his or her own path to walk." She said. " My job was to get you aready to be a Traveler in your own right. My work is done." Jacquard nodded, still trying to make sense of all this in his head. " Why did you go into the tunnels under the Kingdom?" He asked. " How did you get here?" The deepest tunnel in the kingdom are connected tontyr intercity magtrain line. I took the train up here. There is a maintenance stop underneath the caves and a maintenance tunnel connects right to it. So I
Jacquard was short of words, he did not know what to say. He was not sure maybe the thief really burnt the missing books or e everything was just a means to distract them. In his mind, he believed the thief can't do such. Instead of him or her burning things the whole world is after, he would rather keep them, someone no one would ever find out, maybe after years, he would bring them out to the world.Jacquard turned and head home straight, leaving behind his students. His students did not bother to follow and run after him. They were all tired and could not think of anything beyond going home to rest leaving everything till the following.The search for the books will continue the following day. Jacquard did not even look back to check on them. He walked home. Upon getting closer to their house, he saw a large number of people in their house. He stopped for a few minutes to think of what might be wrong. Why are those people so many around their house? He could not tell what exactly
Jacquard kept on asking herself various kind questions repeatedly. Every question with why and how. " what is really going on? What is happening? Why are people many in our compound." Dfferent questions from different angle of his thoughts about what might have happened that resulted to this. Asking himself questions without anyone to help him to provide answers to them. That really led him to a state of dilemma. He did know what to do. He felt likes he should returned to where he was coming from but he felt people had already seen him coming from far or doing such would not speak well about him. It means he is a coward. He chose to face whatsoever was going on and happened that made such number of people to gather in their compound. " At least I have to know what was really happening before I decide whether to stay, bear the consequences or be the victim or I run for my life." He said to himself as he walked towards the building. Getting to the front of the building, he then had
Gift used the handkerchief she was holding to rub her face one more time. She felt so heartbroken and so sad that she did not know how to express herself. She needed to tell Jacquard exactly what happened to his uncle. Every time she tried to say what happened, she stopped whenever she almost did. After many tries, she said, " your uncle, Siyabong . . ." "Yes. Okay! What happened to uncle Siyabong? Has anything happened to him? Please talk to me. Tell me what happened. Anything that happened I promise you to react to it well. I won't even do as if you told me anything." He said while his body was shivering already. " Your uncle, Siyabong, had an accident today at his place of work. He is dead." She said crying and trying to stand up from where he was sitting to roll on the ground but was prevented from doing so. Jacquard could not what he heard. He kept on repeating what he heard. " Your uncle, Siyabong, is dead! Your uncle, Siyabong is dead!! Your uncle, Siyabong, is dead!" He
Jacquard, Jack, Gifts together with several neighbors accompanied them to their house. Jacquard went straight to his bedroom while Jack and the rest sat in the living room. No one talked to one another when they were coming down home. One of their neighbors accompanied them back home who happened to be the closest friend of Gift stood up, Mrs. Smith, went straight to the kitchen to prepare something for the family. Every one of them even jack had refused to take anything after he had regained consciousness. All the food prepared had always been eaten by people other than those members of the Jacquard who did not even say anything or make any move towards food, he would just look in the direction of the table where the foods that were prepared by the neighbors were placed. Likewise Jack also throughout their stay in the hospital.Upon getting home, the neighbor, Mrs. Smith, went to the kitchen. She did not allow how they, including her friend, were allowing her efforts to be in vain b
Jacquard locked himself inside his room for several hours. No one for once mistakenly moved towards his door, not to talk or open it. Jack and his mother were the only ones left in their living room. Mrs. Smith and others who helped cook had left. Mrs. Smith was a merchant. She owns a retail business where she sells clothes and other clothes-making materials. Mrs. Smith was the one who Gift first worked with for some months where she was able to learn how to trade and run a small business. Through Mrs. Smith, Gift was able to get connected with some suppliers and buyers from other regions and those from other neighboring nations. Mrs. Smith had been a window after the third year of his marriage. His husband was a high soldier of the Abasia Kingdom before he died after a short-time illness. She had two kids then but now are the same age as Jacquard and Jack. She started her retail business a few months after her husband died with the death gratuity of her husband she received. She
Jack and his mother gave Jacquard a disbelieving look. They looked at him as if he had said something that his beyond what they could comprehend. "Hey guy, if it is because you just stoop up from bed or whatsoever you have been doing inside your room since hours ago that is why you thought of saying this, just to cajole or cheer us up, please stop it. How was it possible for Uncle Siyabong to have a daughter and we won't know? " Is it even possible for him to have done something like what you have just said and he will not tell me at all? We both knew each other secrets. He always tells me he had nothing, no one except us. He did not for once made mention of such or discuss such with me, and you know how close and the amount of time we do spend together in a day. Now you are saying he had a daughter in this Abasia Kingdom. It is you that was always busy with your work and other activities of yours he will get you situated and tell you such. It's not possible. And stop all this your
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