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MORPHING ASHES INTO A PHOENIX. Chapter #5
CHAPTER 5 : CHAINS OF THE PAST
Reconciling again and again, Ada scraped another thought from the blank state of her mind. After what Adana had told her, she did not feel like she should be the queen. Instead, she was better off to be commanded as a pawn.
The chief's words were usually final, the rest of the formalities were merely celebrations and salutations. The path that she believed would take her to the highest authority, had now taken its course as it silted up heaps of reality and clearer definitions. She was not worthy to lead.
Hamidi would have certainly watched her and even if he wasn't in the sky, he would have still looked down upon her. Their ancestors had died keeping their land away from all nihilists and their contagious ideas about materialism and euphoria.
The earth would have trembled as soon as it was going to expect new arrivals. It was obvious that she wanted the tribe to embrace the positive nuance but a lot was at cost as the people on the opposing verge were known well for their callousness and vice.
They always presented a vain display thinking our people envied them. But in reality, we abhorred their arrogance. It was never ignorance but sheer negligence. They devoured on greed and insatiable insidiousness, unbeknownst to what their recklessness would bring someday.
The earth had risen its core temperature. It wiped them with floody tears. Sometimes, her skin would crack open due to their debauch practices and they stayed vile and yet vigilant, looking for escapes. Maybe what they should have sought was confrontation and resorting out a way. Maybe this was one, but an escape or a confrontation?, thought Ada to herself.
Every step had to be taken cautiously. The safety of her people counted more than what her friends wanted. There's no saying if John continues his father's plan of educating us, where their concept of knowledge devalues us to the ground and wants us to accept their version.
But then again, she had only one hope that no person gets left behind. They had things her people needed not to be sacrificed for.
With the advent of their medical advancements, her people needed not to worry about snake bites. With a technology that lights up their own stars on the ground, her people needed not to fear of prowling monsters when venturing outside for guard at night. Their defensive prowess might become better with their levels of weaponry.
If only they could enter with their advancements and leave behind all their wickedness, they could start a new. She was ready for such a deal. Her people would have all at once skipping the many sacrifices that came into reaching those points.
John went inside Grandpa's room that evening. Grandpa was seated calmly as he listened to lost music of his times. He saw John bring in another sad and confused face and got up. "Come in my son. What has brought you after so many days?".
"As you said, the officials found advantage in the lost mission with the Azizi tribe. The reallocation of Naraba can be possible that way".
"So where is the glitch?", asked Grandpa.
"It's just that I am not sure if our people would blend together as we have imagined. What if these fallacies continue on both sides and give rise to newer conflicts?", said John.
“Grandpa...How did my Dad get involved into all of this? The education scheme with the Azizi people?".
Grandpa stared at him for a moment, rubbing his nose before clutching back a fist for his chin to rest on. "In the beginning, it was my idea that I implanted into his mind. I have been to that place only once. Still, I have always been drawn towards it. It was like they were calling me. When I discussed this with Richard, he saw how badly I wanted them to be given rights as...
Reconciling again and again, Ada scraped another thought from the blank state of her mind. After what Adana had told her, she did not feel like she should be the queen. Instead, she was better off to be commanded as a pawn.
The chief's words were usually final, the rest of the formalities were merely celebrations and salutations. The path that she believed would take her to the highest authority, had now taken its course as it silted up heaps of reality and clearer definitions. She was not worthy to lead.
Hamidi would have certainly watched her and even if he wasn't in the sky, he would have still looked down upon her. Their ancestors had died keeping their land away from all nihilists and their contagious ideas about materialism and euphoria.
The earth would have trembled as soon as it was going to expect new arrivals. It was obvious that she wanted the tribe to embrace the positive nuance but a lot was at cost as the people on the opposing verge were known well for their callousness and vice.
They always presented a vain display thinking our people envied them. But in reality, we abhorred their arrogance. It was never ignorance but sheer negligence. They devoured on greed and insatiable insidiousness, unbeknownst to what their recklessness would bring someday.
The earth had risen its core temperature. It wiped them with floody tears. Sometimes, her skin would crack open due to their debauch practices and they stayed vile and yet vigilant, looking for escapes. Maybe what they should have sought was confrontation and resorting out a way. Maybe this was one, but an escape or a confrontation?, thought Ada to herself.
Every step had to be taken cautiously. The safety of her people counted more than what her friends wanted. There's no saying if John continues his father's plan of educating us, where their concept of knowledge devalues us to the ground and wants us to accept their version.
But then again, she had only one hope that no person gets left behind. They had things her people needed not to be sacrificed for.
With the advent of their medical advancements, her people needed not to worry about snake bites. With a technology that lights up their own stars on the ground, her people needed not to fear of prowling monsters when venturing outside for guard at night. Their defensive prowess might become better with their levels of weaponry.
If only they could enter with their advancements and leave behind all their wickedness, they could start a new. She was ready for such a deal. Her people would have all at once skipping the many sacrifices that came into reaching those points.
John went inside Grandpa's room that evening. Grandpa was seated calmly as he listened to lost music of his times. He saw John bring in another sad and confused face and got up. "Come in my son. What has brought you after so many days?".
"As you said, the officials found advantage in the lost mission with the Azizi tribe. The reallocation of Naraba can be possible that way".
"So where is the glitch?", asked Grandpa.
"It's just that I am not sure if our people would blend together as we have imagined. What if these fallacies continue on both sides and give rise to newer conflicts?", said John.
“Grandpa...How did my Dad get involved into all of this? The education scheme with the Azizi people?".
Grandpa stared at him for a moment, rubbing his nose before clutching back a fist for his chin to rest on. "In the beginning, it was my idea that I implanted into his mind. I have been to that place only once. Still, I have always been drawn towards it. It was like they were calling me. When I discussed this with Richard, he saw how badly I wanted them to be given rights as...
