Days grow old but never grow grey, seasons running into each other like athletes in a race. The days of our lives are like writings on the wall, but we are all blind to see these walls so we perish in the search of knowledge that needn’t be found and glory that we don’t deserve. If the intelligence of man was really at the same level with the gods, he would have seen that this life, nature and everything beautiful and ugly in it is nothing but a mirage. An Illusion designed to make our lives either easy or complex depending on the ignorance we mix it up with. Our lives could thus be written as caligraphs on the papyrus of happiness or the mouldering ruins of destruction but the stylus to write the tales of our existence is like fate in the hands of destiny under the auspices of time and space. The fool takes to his fate and suffers in its malignant hands but the wise transforms all disadvantage into achievements and with hope he climbs high to Sium to dine on tables made of aurum with the gods and Mighty Aisuz. People had always drawn a conclusion that I was special, different and that I had ultimate control of my destiny but little did they know that I am no different from them; I live each day with a hope to see tomorrow and not a fear of what it brings. Destiny can’t be controlled, it’s a channel directing the course of our lives but it can be modified to flow into paths we wish for it to go.
Years went by like scenes of a boring farce and the son of the legend grew like every other child, perhaps every other Zeclubian Suzzac. He took classes in several matters and Suz Bdollium did not fall to get him the best teachers in all of Rheudinia. He was special and all his teachers were well pleased with him, he was so unique that they began to refer to him as the wise one. Though the King did well to conceal the mystery of his birth and who he really was, the ability of this young lad was beyond physical, drawing a suspicion among even his teachers. He learnt of all the gods of Rheudinia and all their history at a most tender age of four and had a natural likeness for the dream god, which made the Suz quite disturbed. The young boy would demand to be told stories of the great one only and that of Lord Tomedov once in a while; he was so obsessed with the Isuz that he demanded for paintings of the god only in his room. These unusual actions began to grow suspicion all over the land of Zeclub and surrounding kingdoms and it got so worse that the Suz had to cancel several of his classes especially those with renowned wizards and magicians.
“Father, you are speaking in the passive, like you were told” Suzia Mozarrella interrupted the narration again with her smile which was always charming.
“Do you expect me to remember things I did when I was four? I am not Gofer you know. Yes, I was told most of the tales of my childhood” the Suz replied quite frankly and continued his narration, he sounded like he was getting rather annoyed at his daughter’s almost regular interruptions.
One night when I was around five, I had a particularly weird occurence. As usual the Suz would carry me to my bedroom when the matters of the day were over but instead of retiring to his royal chamber on this particular day, he made himself comfortable on a rest chair in the room and narrated a story to me till my ears were too tired to listen anymore. And just as I closed my eyes to the weariness of sleep, I suddenly found myself standing alone in the royal court and there was so much sunshine in the room that I couldn’t help but cover my eyes. Then I heard sounds like several flapping of wings descending ahead of me beyond the Zeclubian throne and soon I could see a full grown man standing among beautifully coloured birds just beside the Throne. This strange man emitted so much light that I could see only the outline of his amazing body. Precipitately, I began to retreat towards the doors of the royal court creating as much distance as possible between the stranger and I. All of a sudden one of the birds with the man flew towards me and in fright I took to my heels running to the door, screaming for help as I did. It was easy getting to the door but it became futile as it wouldn’t open and it looked like nobody could hear me from the other side. The bird landed on my shoulder and though it felt so scary to have a bird bigger than my head perching on me but it just sat and blinked innocently. At that moment, I could hear the man laugh at my frustration as I turned around to face him and the sound of his voice shook the floor beneath my feet; I began to get really scared. Solemnly, the light around him reduced and behold standing before me was the one and only Isuz I had always wished to see in my dreams. Suddenly I felt excited and surprised at the same time and he smiled charmingly at the sight of whatever gesture sprinted across my face.
“Isuz Sylverine!” I exclaimed, eyes widened in excitement, he smiled and came towards me.
“Hello Nacalitus, did I scare you?” he asked in the kindest voice I have ever heard as he knelt infront of me, slowly I nodded my head in agreement but I was sure he was scaring me still.
“Am sorry I did” he apologised as he lifted me in his strong arms; his smile persistent like it was carved eternally into his godly face. With me sitted comfortably in his arm, he moved towards the court doors and inscrutably they pulled open on their own accord as we got towards them. We floated through the corridors towards the main entrance of the palace and I noticed there weren’t anyone around, no soldiers or attendants, not even one of the palace boys or even the Suz and his royal council, the entire building seem totally deserted.
“Hold on tight,” the Isuz said to me as we got to the porch of the main entrance to the palace and moments later we were ascending towards the bright blue altocumulus sky soaring out of Zeclub and the lands to the west of Bathesdi. We travelled a long distance over the waters east of Rheudinia until I began to feel sick at the speed of wind opposing us. Soon we were flying over the waters of Calitura towards the land of Astore and I noticed there was some strife going on in a fortress to the south of the Island.
“Look! Over there! There’s an uproar” the five year old Naca said innocently as he pointed downward to the mayhem beneath. The Isuz took a quick glance at him and smiled.
“Yes, and that’s where we are going” he said tersely. Moments later, we were descending into the fortress on Astore, the fortress of Galliza. And the uproar going on in the fortress was the legend of Astore repeating itself. I could see a look alike of the man that carried me fighting against a woman, Eesuz Isshura. Suddenly, everything began to move quickly before my young eyes, the look alike struck the Eesuz in the back and she vaporised with a terrifying scream. Just as the Eesuz disappeared, everything around us paused for a moment. Then all of a sudden the events began to move like a rewind through time and space, quickly the Eesuz appeared again and her fight with the Isuz’s looked like it was going backwards. Time and space rolled anticlockwise and I watched curiously the events that occured ahead of me. In about an hour, the legend of Astore re-occured before my eyes but it was quite difficult for a five year old like I to understand the importance of the details. I just stared like I was watching one of the court dramas, the only difference was the sight of real blood and use of lightning which were very horrifying sights to behold. I can’t say I watched all the events because I closed my eyes in fright through most of the details.
“Hey! Open your eyes son” I heard that gentle voice of the Isuz say to me and I obeyed. The Isuz was squatting before me with his hands upon my shoulder and I noticed we no longer were in the fortress at Astore. We were now standing on soft white sand that looked like the shores of Zeclub but there wasn’t the great and mighty wall but a magnificent gold building with large gates and the aura surrounding the building was glorious.
“Did you watch all I’ve shown you?” he asked me, his smile still persistent upon his godly integument and I shook my head in disagreement.
“It was scary and father always warned me not to play with real swords but why did your brother kill that Eesuz?” I asked, my face dropping in a sad stare and the Isuz ran his fingers through my blonde hair with a charming smile.
“Your Father is a very wise man, I guess you are too young to understand the complexity of existence, cheer up son, it’s just a matter of time. Now look at that,” he said pointing at the magneficient structure far ahead of us.
“Do you know what that is?” he asked and I nodded quickly in agreement.
“Smart boy, it’s not just a palace but mine and any time you want to see me, you now know where to come.” he replied winking at me.
“Really, I could come any time?” I asked in confirmation as excitement grew in me and the Isuz smiled charmingly in agreement. I was so excited that I leaped in joy and the Isuz laughed at my little gesture of euphoria.
“Common, run ahead and take a tour of the place. I would be right on your heels” he said pushing me gently ahead and I ran excitedly towards the awesome structure. Just as I came into some distance of its magnificent doors, it pulled open inwardly and I was accosted by blinding white lights that made me scream, covering my eyes with my little hands.