Dear readers let us go back two months In the setting of the Quadrikawa Ghetto. In the month of the fish tailed goat.
The scene is set in a small house in a jampacked street wherein there is barely space to breath due to poor 'city' planning.
Finally we get to see our story's focus, the anchor charactor around whom the narrative is set. Dear readers please don't be squeamish! Follow me into this slum house.
Or you can look in through the barred windows, that also works.
Our protagonist is communing with his Lord, Omnione. There he is kneeling, hands clasped with his forehead on the floor. Praying before The Throne of appeal.
You know what, on a second thought... Perhaps we should shift scenes. Something this personal is too intimate to peer at. Let's leave.
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Alright. Here we are on the sizzling zinc roof of his house, in the end I decided shifting scenes would be unnecessary.
Though we should not intrude on their conversation, we can't altogether skip such an important flashback because it is groundwork for latter stories.
Okay, so what is the essence of the scene? The point is that our guy is talking to Omnione.
Everyday for the past few months he has been communing with Him, entreating Him to release him. "Release him?" You may ask.
Yes release him, because his blood is boiling over, he is impatient as a war steed is impatient to wheel it's master's chariot into the fray. Yes his blood is boiling, even foaming, even steaming, even raising the lid.
The young man wants to work, his passion to serve his Lord surging within him through no effort of his own. This is all the work of The Omnissence breathing drive into him like gang winds.
And so he would access The Throne of appeal everyday and humble himself before The Judge of judges and commune with him like so daily
"I come before You Omnione, O Triune One! Omnisire, Omniscion and Omnissence.
"O Lord, You Are The Glory! And Greatly to be Praised!
"And so I will Laud you with the Extollations You have endowed my lips with, I will exult in Your Awe with the Adoration You have put on the tip of my tongue.
" O God of armies! O Lord of hosts! Great is Your throng! Innumerable as the sands of the sea are Your legions! You have guirded Your array with might and splendour.
"Your Domain O Sovereign Lord is immeasurable! Your Dominion is from everlasting to everlasting! You alone O Lord are in control.
"You are the Ultimate General! Your every word is Command! And by the fruitage of Your mouth the souls of Your hosts are sustained! For You Commanded and they were created.
"The celestials of Your Empryea, the primordial elements of Your realms, the saints amongst the sons of men, the birds of the air, the beasts of the fields, even every creeping thing! All are Your warriors!
"To Your engines of war there is no end! From the four winds to the boulders of hail to the ethereal fires to Your arrows: the lightnings and at the booming of their thunderings the hearts of Your enemies melt.
" Which great leader can be compared to You O Lord!
"The glory of kings is their host and domain, the glory of generals is their armies but You O Lord, You Are The Glory! The Glory of Your throng Is You! The Glory of Existence Is You!
" And I Your humble servant happily bow before You to Whom alone strength belongs! You Lord are Victory and Triumphant is Your Name over ALL the works of Your hands!
(Conversation ensues).
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And so he would daily Exalt Him and ask to be sent even like an eagle waits on her falconer to be sent.
Aha! Here they come dear readers! Look down over there. See that entourage of black suede jeeps rolling in? They're coming here! To this house upon which we are standing.
Someone's prayer has been answered.
Now let us return to the current time.
See that island there, the one with the port clothed with yachts, that is the Patrician Academy, that is where we are going.
Look to the right, yes, do you see that couple over there walking away from the Patrician yacht club port?e Well that is not a couple, you already recognise the young man with short wavy white hair, that's our protagonist.
And besides him is the daughter of the Chancellor of The Patrician Academy, she is the one who sent the convoy two months ago or rather she is the one Omnione used to send the convoy.
And oh by the way, theirs is a conversation we can eavesdrop on 👍.
*Our protagonist and his companion slink past the open rear door manned by a chauffeur to the back section of a platinum coated limousine*
"How is your father doing?" Our protagonist cluelessly triggers.
She pierces at him, holding the moment in silence before speedily maneuvering the built-in mini bar, implicitly popping a champaign, pouring into three flute glasses and automatically swilling the three glasses.
Then she pours a fourth round, this time into a coupe glass, holding the glass stem between her middle and ring finger and balancing the bowl using her palm and fingers for extra support.
She stirs the champagne lightly before putting the rim to her lips but just as she is about to take a swig to calm her heart, resistance.
"Mr. Eleshin, why are you squeezing my wrist?" She frowns.
"Too much!" Eleshin answers as he relaxes his grip.
"Sorry about your wrist, was not my intention." He continues releasing his grip.
*Starring astonishingly at her, his eyes betray his courtesy*
"Judging me!?" She side eyes him.
"*Ahem*" Eleshin dodges, realising his obviousness.
"What happened between you two! Weren't you the apple of his eye!?" Eleshin inquires astounded.
"And weren't you the pride of the Zen family? Yet look at you now!!!" She retorts.
"Everybody has their own family problems and that is just life." She muses, then briefly breaks into a psychotic laugh.
(She is letting the leviathan get comfortable) Eleshin thinks to himself.
In times like these words can be unnecessary, when a heart grows cold it needs warmth, your hand softly resting on their shoulder is a good form of communication.
"Sade, it will be okay" Eleshin promises as he radiates warmth into her through her shoulder.
Sade sits up full of energy, puzzled at the sudden surge of peace and joy flowing into her.
"Wha..." Sade begins to mutter but peace and joy calm her down.
Looking perplexingly at him she has no words to say.
"Don't thank me, thank Him" Eleshin replies.
Just then the chauffeur pulls in to the packing lot of the Alumni building.