THE END START an ongoing story  #science fair

“Why don’t we just give them what they want so we can all have peace” this speech from Nabar came as a shock to everyone in the room. The king asked what he was talking about, but he turned the conversation around. He said he was only suggesting they find out what the enemies want from the city and give it to them so that they could stop coming back to torment the people.

A familiar voice came from a corner near the palace exit. It was surprising to Asher because he wasn’t expecting it. He turned to his right. It was Prince David asking him a question he never expected.

"David, look! It is hopeless. The king is going to die." David turned to see what one of his soldiers was trying to show him. He dropped to his knee and considered himself a failure at that instance. Hope was lost. Even if they eventually win the battle, there is no point because it's worthless once the king and entire royal family are dead.

What is your name? Aryan asked as he finally met with the little girl sitting alone beside the stream called Noroi, which means the endless stream. No one has seen its beginning or end. It has healing powers, and it prevents those who are evil from crossing. “My name?.... Name is not yet determined.”

A conversation between the rider and the unknown man continued. The tongue was different, so no one in Hashmaim could understand what the rider said even if they could hear him. The words were interpreted as "You said she was dead, how come she still breathes, you were meant to take her soul. You have disappointed us all, and now you must fix this mess."

Aryan was taken to the sanctuary immediately so they could hear from him what he saw. Nothing came out of his mouth, not a single word; he didn't blink his eye nor make signs of giving descriptions. Nabar seems to be the one fighting to ensure everything works well. However, like every member of the city, his limitation is the sanctuary gate. He can't go further, so he waited like every other person to hear the result of what was wrong with the boy.

There is nothing like peace. This is the gift any city would cherish more than gold or diamonds. A man came to the city on a horse. He was looking so tired and helpless. It was on a holy day, a day set apart for people to worship God, pray for mercy, and seek continuous protection over their household.

In the dead of night, darkness crept upon the land. The sound of the sacred bell was heard far away in the hall of the elders. Something is going on, which is beyond the comprehension of mere mortals. Only those bestowed with wisdom from above can understand. A prophecy has been given for the first time in three years.