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| Book One of the Moon Chronicles |
"To hear, one must be silent."
The Power of the tongue and intelligence of a human being is what makes them different from God's other creations. It is what makes them powerful, it i...
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They stood in Master Maha's front yard preparing to leave. I was in one of the guest rooms. Aqib Suleiman had given us clothes to wear for the travel but I was too conscious to face my parents with these clothes.
Not that the clothes were perverse and revealing. I had seen the town ladies wear nastier clothes than this. I was scared because they looked rich, unlike the clothes that I had ever worn before.
He had said that these clothes would aid in travelling since we had no carriages. Prince Omar wanted us to reach as soon as we could and that meant we had to ride on horseback. I did not mind, but could I manage to ride on horseback for so long? I had never done that before.
"Ay, we have to leave," Asad said entering the room. He was clad in travelling clothes too. They weren't too flashy, Aqib Suleiman had explained that he did not want to grab unnecessary attention. Asad wore a shirt that had been neatly ironed and had no creases or dirt. He wore khaki coloured pants and matching boots. He also wore a brown cloak with a hood.
He had scrubbed himself clean too and did not look like a village boy anymore. If anything, he looked more handsome. I felt bad for the City girls.
I wore something similar to him. Except, that I had been given a beautiful green hooded cloak that set me apart. It also made me uncomfortable.
"Let's go before Aqib Suleiman barges here and pulls you out. He is getting restless."
There was something stopping me. I was simply using the clothes as an excuse, the real reason was that I felt guilty. I felt guilty to leave my parents even though Master Maha had promised me that he would take care of them. I had never been away from them for so long. I wondered what they do without their children. My mother had just lost her kid. Was it a wise decision to leave when she was starting to become strong? She would constantly be worried.
My father had supported my decision. He had told me that I really never had a choice. I had a duty towards the Monarch and his people as much as he had a duty towards me. If the Prince that I could be of aid, there was nothing I could do other than to be of aid. It was really that simple.
My mother had argued, reminding him that I was a child.
"Also," Asad broke in my thoughts, "In this mess of preparing for travel, I completely forgot. I am sorry I am one day late, sister. Happy Birthday!" He handed me something and smiled. I stared at him in confusion and then looked at what he had handed me.
I could not help but smile. Maybe he had been one day late, it did not matter, but he had remembered and had given me a gift! It was wooden carved horse attached to a black thick chain.
Tears formed in my eyes. It was beautiful. He had given my own horse.
"Well Prince Omar did defeat me, though, he knew what you wanted and gave you a live horse." Asad shrugged and looked away.
