Isobel POV
It starts with the noise of guns and the snorts of horses. I raised my head, horses fell, John’s men had been shot. Blood floats out of their heads. John commanded his guards at the back to attack. Scorpion darted here and said, “Boss, we didn’t see who’s shooting.” John raised his eyebrows. His lips move, but no word dropped. Fear appeared in Scorpion’s face. “He would soon kill them. Let’s run for our life.” John jumped down, take out his gun, and pulled me out of the cart. And then raised his voice. “Stop shooting.” Everywhere was silent, and his guards looked back as he was pushing me to the front. Puzzled, they glanced around when they heard no-shoot from Jack again.The white horse stopped at Greenland blue sea, then Arthur jumped down, carried Isobel on his shoulder. He hurried to the river, speeding on the beach, and then into the water till he reach where he sinks with Isobel. Helen and Vivian hurried there with a horse. Helen jumped down and screamed. “My brother.” Vivian jumped down and hold Helen not to take a step. “They will come back.” Helen hugged her, then wept. “I’m scared. Please let’s save my brother.” “Trust me, Jane, they will come out alive,” Vivian said Helen looked back, walked to the beach, and sit, then Vivian walked to her side, and sit, too. Watching the sea as they do in Greenland city.
Greenland Sea, North America, 1990.A gentle-going ship sailing on a peaceful sea. The sky, sauntering clouds, and the stars were shining. The mermaids jumped up and down back into the sea.On a far corner, a small mermaid swam in delight underwater.The yonder sky illuminated by the brilliance of stars was fascinating in her sight every time she would bob her head out of the water every night which she longed to see during the day. Her name is Isobel. She was very much aware that sons of men might see her when paddling their ship on the calm water so she always swims with caution.One day, on a moving ship sailing in her direction, she saw a little girl sat down near the edge while gazing at the water. Isobel then swam to her and let the girl see her."Oh!" The little girl was surprised and the mermaid just smiled at her as she swam away wiggling her tail back and forth. The little girl can't do anything other than ga
"Wait for me, mom and dad.""Your sister, Jane. Oh my poor Jane," Janet lamented."Go back son. Hurry and save her," Dennis said and they disappeared.Arthur shouted, "No!"Arthur screamed out of the dream. He opened his eyes and found himself on the beach. He saw a scar of a bullet in his arm and felt its pain. But it is without a bullet. Who removed it? Who saved me? How did I get here? A poignant question without an answer. His stomach was famished. He needs food. Something for strength. Arthur stood up and walked through the beach and saw a house nearby. And he hurried there.Walking towards the window, Arthur heard a girl sobbing. He leaned his ear to the window, listening."Maybe," A male voice said, "Maybe we should break up for good."A girl voices sob, "Please be fine.""I would be fine, please be fine too.""Okay," sadness beneath the girl's voice."What if," The male and sighed. "If we say w
Arthur walked through the night, through the luminous and peaceful city. Everywhere looked strange. He stumbled against a parked bus and was famished. The city wasn't a village where he would climb an apple tree and eat till his stomach get full, where he would sleep and woke as a child beside his mother's sides, but now in the strange big city, He climbed the back of the parked bus and slept alone. Gunshots were heard. Three armed robbers darted into the bus, the tires screeched, and launched down to the quiet street. Police cars polluted the air with sirens while chasing after the bus. Arthur felt something moving him but he thought he was in his father's boat, not knowing he was dreaming. Two armed robbers started shooting the police car at the back till the bullets reached the police car's tire, suddenly, it somersaulted and then burned. The first armed robber removed the mask from his face. "Wow!" "We did it," the second armed robber sa
At the White House, Greenland, North America, 2010.Upstairs, in a neat and steady hall. Clapping hands arose and abate as Fredrick Derek's voice float gently on the wings of microphones, which are set down on a decorated table."As the Governor of this state, I would make sure there is peace and harmony," he said as he raised his head and glanced at the onlooker's eyes blinking under colorful bulbs. Mr. Eric, the new boss of Arthur, adjust himself on the seat, removed his glasses, and then put it right into his chest pocket. "I will sign two Sherlock Holmes in today. For tight security. To bring those gangsters down. Over there..." He waved his hand to the two detectives sitting down.Detective Desmond, a handsome man, smiled under the glasses in his eyes. He was an Irish man. In the record, he had arrested 250 gangsters during his training time. He has a unique passion for investigating criminals cases. Back then in his childhood, his mother wants him to
Arthur's POV"You should shot him down," Mr. Eric said, "And I give you forty-five minutes"I carried a gun, a parachute bag, a mask, and my popcorn. "Bye boss," I said."Goodluck.""Thanks."I darted out into the open air. I was transfixed by the bold shining sunlight dancing in the sky. I covered my face to see clearly. Martins Houghton, my pilot and my partner in crime waited for me in a new helicopter."C'mon," Martins shouted.I hurried to the helicopter, darted in, and he starts the engine into life.I looked at Martins. "How long would it take to get there?""Fifteen minutes.""Alright."I'm flying. Flying over treetop. Flying over mountains. Flying over churches and mosques. Sea float beneath me. And my past unreels itself in my mind. I remembered how my parents were killed, when John shot me, and when I jumped into the sea, leaving Helen on the ship. I remembered I didn't know who saved
Arthur's POV I opened my eyes ajar, and I was surprised to find myself on an old bed. I sit up, and I glanced at the old room with an old smell, sheltering eaves and sloping floors, the dormer windows, and an old-shaped room. I saw an old man feeding a dog outside. He looked back, and widened his eyebrows, saying, "I'm glad that you come are alive." And he summoned me with his waiving hand. "Come greet Foxy." The sun glinted from the sky and hurts my eyes as I walked out. I covered my eyes, and I bend down beside the old man. "How do I get here?" "My foxy took me to you," he said, "how do you get drown?" I tapped my forehead rapidly and remembered everything. I remembered Martins pushing me down from the plane. I remembered the mermaid saving me from being shot. I was scared again. I panicked when I remember she kissed me, and I kissed her back. "Where's she?"&nbs
Arthur's POV "This is Arthur," Alita said before three girls with pretty faces and rich smiles. I waved to them. "Hey." "Hey," They chorused. "I'm Margaret," A girl with a smile that shows her dimple said. "I'm Anne." "I'm Jennifer." "Follow me," Alita said. And we walked past the girls under the dried tree. Dried leafs crumbled under my shoes. And I enjoyed its crumpling sounds. It makes me feel like matching more. Long ago, as a child, I remembered Helen throwing soiled stones at me, and I matched them with my barefoot. And it crumbled. I laughed when Jane matched it too but didn't. It softens instead. Her eyes filled with tears, ready to rain. Little did she know I matched the dried one but she matched the loamy one. And I felt superior. And here, the nostalgic feelings come back to me. And here, crumpling more dried leaves besi