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time, and the people that ran the place, the High Order, were not telling them how to perceive time. I started to feel like Brama and the rest of the people were just living to serve and die. “How old are you, Brama,” I asked.
“Seven cycles. Why do you ask?”
“Seven cycles, as in all the different times have passed seven times?”
“Not quite. The time of day and the time of night have passed seven times. The time of birth and the time of death are a part of the day and night times.”
To think that Brama was only seven days old was the craziest thought I had ever had, and I had a lot of crazy thoughts. The picture was becoming clearer about what we were dealing with, though. We left the clock room and went down another hall. Walking along the red carpet, we started to hear voices. It was a room full of people. I could see the fear in Brama’s eyes as one person spoke, and I had a feeling it was because whoever it was, was the ruler of his world. I had one mission. One plan. I wanted to find Santana, and I didn’t care who I had to hurt, to do so.
I walked into the room, and Brama immediately snatched me up by the collar. He looked at me with a look of terror. He was sweating profusely, and he was unable to speak. Asia put her hand on his arm and told him to let me go. He didn’t hesitate. I turned around and walked into the room. At first no one noticed me. I walked up to one of the soldiers that I remembered seeing running from his home. “Hey.”
Immediately, he was on his guard. Asia was standing next to me, and I could sense no fear in her. That was the first time she didn’t show fear, the entire time we were there. Brama didn’t enter the room with us.
“Intruders!” The puny soldier shouted with his weak voice.
Everyone turned around to see us. I started shaking my head slowly, trying to tell them that we were not the enemy. The guy in the middle of the crowd walked out with his sword drawn and demanded that I tell him my name and why we were there. “My name is Mo.”
“What kind of name is Mo,” he asked, laughing.
“My nickname is Mo. My birth name is Moses. She’s Asia. We are not your enemy.”
“Of course not! You are much too weak to be our enemy.” He was still laughing.
“Weak isn’t necessarily a word I would use. Inexperienced more like it. Still, we are not here to fight you. I’m looking for someone.”
“Well, then, you are looking for a fight.”
“I’m looking for a girl. She would be around my age.”
They all started laughing. I realized what I said made no sense to them, because they didn’t have any real perception of time. It was all a little overwhelming at the moment. I didn’t know why, but I started to feel like I had something to prove. A few of the men were big, but none of them too big, I thought. I had handled Brama, and he was bigger than all of them.
As the guy, who was seemingly the leader of their army, was laughing and taking a sip from his silver wine glass-like cup, I walked up to him. His eyes were squinted so tightly as he drank that they were unable to see me approaching, and for some reason, his men didn’t say anything; they just watched, still laughing. I smacked the cup from his hands, making some sort of brown liquid splash all over his beard and my shirt. Everyone got quiet, and the man’s laugh slowly died down from a hysterical chuckle to a smirk.
He looked at me, still smiling, and I could hear the metal of his glove rubbing together as he made a fist. I prepared myself for the worst, but I was ready to give as good as I got. He swung his massive fist at me, barely missing, and I fell back onto the floor, trying to scurry to my feet. “If you hold still, I’ll send you to your Navarium maker, quickly and painlessly. I can smell one of you creatures from miles away.” He reached down for my shirt collar, and just as I tried to channel some energy, he tossed me to the side and into a table full of food.
As I was
“Seven cycles. Why do you ask?”
“Seven cycles, as in all the different times have passed seven times?”
“Not quite. The time of day and the time of night have passed seven times. The time of birth and the time of death are a part of the day and night times.”
To think that Brama was only seven days old was the craziest thought I had ever had, and I had a lot of crazy thoughts. The picture was becoming clearer about what we were dealing with, though. We left the clock room and went down another hall. Walking along the red carpet, we started to hear voices. It was a room full of people. I could see the fear in Brama’s eyes as one person spoke, and I had a feeling it was because whoever it was, was the ruler of his world. I had one mission. One plan. I wanted to find Santana, and I didn’t care who I had to hurt, to do so.
I walked into the room, and Brama immediately snatched me up by the collar. He looked at me with a look of terror. He was sweating profusely, and he was unable to speak. Asia put her hand on his arm and told him to let me go. He didn’t hesitate. I turned around and walked into the room. At first no one noticed me. I walked up to one of the soldiers that I remembered seeing running from his home. “Hey.”
Immediately, he was on his guard. Asia was standing next to me, and I could sense no fear in her. That was the first time she didn’t show fear, the entire time we were there. Brama didn’t enter the room with us.
“Intruders!” The puny soldier shouted with his weak voice.
Everyone turned around to see us. I started shaking my head slowly, trying to tell them that we were not the enemy. The guy in the middle of the crowd walked out with his sword drawn and demanded that I tell him my name and why we were there. “My name is Mo.”
“What kind of name is Mo,” he asked, laughing.
“My nickname is Mo. My birth name is Moses. She’s Asia. We are not your enemy.”
“Of course not! You are much too weak to be our enemy.” He was still laughing.
“Weak isn’t necessarily a word I would use. Inexperienced more like it. Still, we are not here to fight you. I’m looking for someone.”
“Well, then, you are looking for a fight.”
“I’m looking for a girl. She would be around my age.”
They all started laughing. I realized what I said made no sense to them, because they didn’t have any real perception of time. It was all a little overwhelming at the moment. I didn’t know why, but I started to feel like I had something to prove. A few of the men were big, but none of them too big, I thought. I had handled Brama, and he was bigger than all of them.
As the guy, who was seemingly the leader of their army, was laughing and taking a sip from his silver wine glass-like cup, I walked up to him. His eyes were squinted so tightly as he drank that they were unable to see me approaching, and for some reason, his men didn’t say anything; they just watched, still laughing. I smacked the cup from his hands, making some sort of brown liquid splash all over his beard and my shirt. Everyone got quiet, and the man’s laugh slowly died down from a hysterical chuckle to a smirk.
He looked at me, still smiling, and I could hear the metal of his glove rubbing together as he made a fist. I prepared myself for the worst, but I was ready to give as good as I got. He swung his massive fist at me, barely missing, and I fell back onto the floor, trying to scurry to my feet. “If you hold still, I’ll send you to your Navarium maker, quickly and painlessly. I can smell one of you creatures from miles away.” He reached down for my shirt collar, and just as I tried to channel some energy, he tossed me to the side and into a table full of food.
As I was
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