Tom left that arena not knowing how to feel though his body is still feeling groggy, he needs to bathe. In a way, he felt surprisingly relieved, maybe he loves their help though he does not know how it will come, it sounds anyway, pretty sniffy but relieving to find a headrest for his poor overstressed skull. In a way, he's not relaxed. He's watched without knowing it. Only them? Better be. He strode into his tent, went to where he hid some of his money, gazed around as he doesn't trust his tranquil environment anymore. He extracted the cash from a purse and decided to find a strap and start hanging the purse over his neck, he no longer trusts the security of his tent. Turning around a white robe passed by the door of his tent and he jumped, but the white robe seems just to be passing by, he made a mental note to be closing the door of his tent every time even if the heat inside is threatening to roast him. With the money, he throttled outside not forgetting to jam the door shut. Wh
As he was robotically making his way back to the tent, a heavily bearded man was wearing a flowing white robe and tying his turban in a very neat fashion with a striped robe. He looked Arab; though he does not carry that kind of sinister and trepidation air most of them carry, he looks like the sort that can easily make people forget his Arab heritage. He was quite calm, exuding an air of tranquility and a slight feeling of very warm friendliness. Tom could see this man approaching him with an amused face and a knowing smile that bordered on tenderness. He stopped, his eyes twitched involuntarily, and his mind went into haywire, fixing and transfixing. What's happening, and what should he do? Run. Is he one of those men seeking for him the other day? No, yesterday. Shut up, head. This is not the time to banter. 'Make a run for it, make a run Tom!' His mind screamed. "No, it's too late, he's already close," he muttered. Even if he dared to move now, the man is in full view of him an
The staring competition became harsher if it could, the two men stood there sizing each other up trying to put the other down. Tom was thinking hard, squaring his small shoulders as if they count. "The chosen one? " Tom was deep in thought though his eye was still pinned on Raman. Raman on his own part was playing his cards close to his chest, he had to, he does not know who this little boy is, maybe he's one of those little things trained by the jihad groups or local tyrant youths and may have some tricks up his sleeve. Who knows if the boy is carrying a gun right there with him or was sent on a mission by his groups; that makes more sense seeing that the rock though hidden is at a vantage point where anyone can overlook the protected lands of the pyramids, the Egyptian pride. But, no mercenary or tyrant groups dare encroach this area, the government makes sure of this, then why now? Are they planning something big or is he just overthinking, "better be" he muttered. "What did you
Tom went shopping in the local market, got some food and groceries, he had decided to cook daily to minimize spending as he does not know how long it will take him to accomplish his mission in Egypt. He has a gas cylinder and a small pot, thanks to his willingness, he had learned how to cook from his mom. As he was making his way to his tent, a word pricked his ear, someone was calling his name. 'but no one knows my name here, so, who's asking about me. He leaned a little closer cautiously to get the whole picture, and to his horror there stood a man with the typical Arab garment holding up a picture of him and showing it to the man who rented him his tent, the guide. Tom covered his mouth and made for the opposite direction immediately. When he turned again, he saw them lingering around his tent. He was devastated, all his documents, all his belongings are in that tent and there's no way he can leave the premises without them. He needs the credit cards and the account checkbooks, al
Newspapers were ruffling, books turned with furious intensity. The phone light kept on shining with intermittent beeps of pim pim pim pim. Someone was donning a glass which he takes on and off at intervals peering over the spread books splattered all over his desk one after the other. Small rivulets flowed down his cheeks to the rivers created by his steaming sweat. The ball tip and the butt of the pen bore all the punishments from his gnashing teeth. The atmosphere was literally bubbling with the sweetest simulation of the struggles of man and the distress of childbirth before the cheers. The rickety-crickety old table and chair bore the brunt of this epic moment in mankind's history with silent constraint and squeakers of complaints. The pitch huey darkness provides the best light background to this epic drama of the wars of heaven. The soul of man triveth to learn, to challenge, to conquer, and rule all that appeals to his consciousness. The cosmos plays with us the game of the m
"Heidi, I would like to ask you to help me do something. ""Sure, what is it? ""It's just ehm… a...an important ehm puzzle that I have not been able to crack. It's really important. Will… ""Yes, show me that. " Heidi answered before he could even finish. "Can we go outside, under the pine tree, or do we go to my desk? " "Anywhere, just anywhere with… yeah the desk. " Heidi almost blabbered. "what? Anywhere with what? " Tom asked."Nothing, it's nothing, I… " Heidi started stuttering. "Okay, do we then go to my desk? Tom said, gesturing with his thumb. "Okay then, Ada I'm coming. "The both of them left to Tom's desk where Tom brought out his notebook and opened it to where he jotted down the words from the Mr. Head. "You're indeed he. The chosen one. Yet, the road is still to be walked on. The treasures still to be unearthed. So many passages will appear to be misleading. Golds have been stolen, silver has been vandalized, bronze holds no glamour. The sacrifice of oneself to a
Tom was very worried, there's no how, he can crack this clue all by himself, he has reached his limit and what he can make out from the words was next to nonsense. 'Who can I enlist his help?' Tom thought, no one came to mind. He has no true friend in the school he can run to, nor one in the neighborhood. 'Okay there's a boy I talked to the other day in the city library, he's always coming to the library and seems like the intelligent type to me ' he thought. 'but no, the boy will get curious and what if he's more intelligent than me or also has a high affinity towards this kind of riddles, I will be running at risk of losing everything. No, I won't meet him, but who else? ' Tom was running down in his mental reserve. 'I will have to go to school again tomorrow to know if by chance I can find a way to scale through this hurdle even if it's an improvement or clue, it's something. O this is school I'm school and I'm planning on going to school tomorrow, when I'm already in school, surel
"You're indeed he. The chosen one. Yet, the road is still to be walked on. The treasures still to be unearthed. So many passages will appear to mislead… ""I need to copy this out, this sounds familiar to all those ancient riddles. This book has one sinister attribute of erasing previous texts. I don't know if it's an Android device in disguise, it updates its software. '' Tom brought out his notebook and pen and immediately set to work. "... Golds have been stolen, silver has been vandalized, bronze holds no glamour. The sacrifice of oneself to achieve true Immortality. On the way to understand yourself, to unravel the origin of man. At the base of the world. ""You have conquered the first hurdle that has diminished the substance and cognition of many a past who have dared to tread on the maps of this book. The unworthy shall not read thereof. I have questioned you, opposed you, and tested you, and you have proved yourself capable in both mentality and intuition to journey the way
Tom woke up with a start! 'What a dream, no, not a dream, I traaa..veel…, no what am I saying, shit, what's the time? Seven forty-five, what the… 'He dropped off from the bed, 'mum must have been calling, school, oh forget that, what was it about last night? ''Dulce, Dulce Mexico. What's Dulce doing in my dream? Shintiel or what? No, not right, Shel.. Shel.. Shelton..no, ouch my head hurt... Sheltiel yes! That's the name but I don't even know who he is. What the he…''Yes mummy am coming down ''School day, no, I have to rush back to the library, I need to understand what that book told me, the thing is getting my head jumbled up. Oh, what? ''You are going back to a book that plays with your head son? Why do you do this to yourself? You… ''Enough! Stop talking to me you Billy goat. You're at it again, you are in my head, how did you even get there? ''Am going to show you places you have never seen before, I will make you know what none of your predecessors ever knew, I will bar