The Harrison ford town is 40 mosours away. Harrison
ford was declared the capital of state on Octamos 29 ,318 AM(After Meigen).
Soon after they declared the town as the capital of state the town was renamed
to Harrison ford, after the first king of Anopheles Meigen dynasty. My father
inadvertently retaliate it as Suavepith, the former town’s name meaning charming
land. The city has a destructive and sorrowful history. Millions of mosquitoes
were killed by Harrison ford’s army when they first captured the state from Abraedes
dynasty. My father told me they used this poisonous gas called greenwolf
prepared by their chemist during war. The abraedes either survied the gas and
fled to different other parts of state or they didn’t make it against the evil.
On this particular Octamos day, every year a
marching troop of savage army led by the head of the command in chain Gen.
meigen Toboian enters from the north of witzelsucht canyon to our village of Sabarge
. The escort then head back to Harrison ford totting with them an oak barrel,
light brown in color and tied with steel braces. This ritual takes place every
year , the same octamos day. Meigens calls this festival Moubust,the festival
of victory. This ritual if traced back to history marks the event when Meigens
came to mastering the state of Mospal. Mospal state has the most fierceful and
merciless army all over the region. Mospal borders in North the Mozzina state
and to the south Mozrath state owns a vast land. The ritual is staged for 10
long days observed by all the citizens of the state.On the tenth day of the
ritual the army march around the palace of Mozzihiti and sings the anthem
infront of the king’s house and finally the king addresses the nation.
On the last year Moubust , King Harrision Ford
the seventh declared that the Aedini Abraede’s right to ‘blood banking’. The
members of the parlaiment led by Sithorpe Zhahyah president of Mospal Union for
Meigan (MUM) finally listened to the voice of the helpless minority only
supported in light strings by the Mospal congress. The bill was passed on the
favor of the leftovers minorities from the war. A lot of abraedes fled to
Mozrath state seeking refuge. The congress is fighting hard against the MUM for
the voting rights of us Abraedes. The country has seen so many changes after
the war, witnessed a civil war against the state’s army by the Mospalist united
front from different minority tribes and mostly from Abrades. The Mospalist
movement in our country with an aim to liberate the minorities from the
repression, made the situation even worse for the Abraedes to live. In the
inception of Abraedes rights movement, Mospal congress first thought it to
raise the issue on the bill articulating the basic Mosquitoe’s rights for
Abraedes community. The issue made them extensively popular that they won the
following election with more than two-third majority of the votes. After the election,
Mospal congress got busy with the government schedule and forgot the noble
issue of evil dominance. That’s when the Mospalist declared the war against the
state and Mospal congress had to abandon the issue from their political document
that would literally free our soul from the centuries of exploitation. The
general Meigen mosquitoes feared our community and armies started torturing the
general Abraedes family. They would take Abraedes in remand without any legal
document suggesting them to do so. Just when the country was getting better
from the worse, Mospalist betrayed the whole community with their dreadful war.
After the Mospalist movement being turned down
by the army a decade back, Mospal congress was again reconsidering the bill that would liberate our soul from
everyday’s nightmare. How could they not pass the bill that would just make our
life easier? My father spent his entire life teaching history to this nation ,
he taught how in the other countries, all the citizens were allowed to vote
indifferent of their tribes yet he yearns all his life to vote for this nation
before he was finally taken to the heaven guarded by the angels.
It was the third day of the Moubust and my
father was still watching television with all his senses vigilant. The congress was trying to finalize the draft
of the bill to propose before the Moubust ends. My father was hopeful to
eventually attain his voting rights on the tenth day of Mobust,when the king
would finally address the issues that
the nation finds delicate and of highly siginificance.Mom was preparing nectar
soup for the dinner in the kitchen. And I was finding myself little twitchy
about tonight’s gateaway with my friends, to go and watch the Mystery patrol
for the first time in my life.
Well my dad is a news freak, he keeps himself
so occupied with the television that, I think he will be the last person on
earth to learn about his divorce if mom intended any. It’s the third time she
was yelling from the kitchen with the ferocious look on her face. I dashed to
the kitchen, I too was lost in the dexterity of the plan. The fourth and the
final yell brought my dad back home from the fathomless dream in the quest of
freedom. He smiled at my mom, who was still staring at him with her razor-edged
long proboscis pointing at him in a splendid fashion. This happened almost
every day and other days I didn’t feel the same twinges as today. I was
wondering if my friends were waiting me on the backyard by now. I was only
hoping to get this dinner session over already. A bizzare feeling had struck me
deep down; this would be my first gateaway from home for as long as I have
lived. My parents have no idea, what I was thinking about. They always love
this idea of baby Emphis , doing everything as told and not having a least part
of troublemaker. I couldn’t tell my parents what was making me feel so restless
at that moment.
Father was getting wax lyricial about the
soup, praising the food had been an easy trade for my dad to fend off the
invasion of words from mom. I was not getting the taste of the soup at all, to
tell if my father was truly speaking his heart out. I was offering all my
thoughts to the safe execution of the gateaway paln. “NO, I m done”,I whisked
the bowl away. “Emphis! You can’t sleep on that food all night son, don’t say
no to your food ”, mom dictated. I peeked at my dad and he was already on mom’s
side, that I could tell looking at his eyes.
“Ouch!!, you can’t just let me decide how much
to eat ,can you?”, I said in a warning tone. “Emphis, watch your words when you
talk to your mom, now go clean yourself up and get to the bed quick”, dad got
infuriated at me. Well, i was relieved though. Now, the only thing I didn’t
want to happen was dad starting the TV again. “Honey, I am calling it a night.
I had a rough day , I am going to hit the bed.”, finally he was not watching
the TV and the last thing that stands between the outset of my expedition is
my mom doing the dishes. I was inside the
room and the time just seemed to be stretching more than the last second and
the second before that. “Emphis, you are still up? Switch off the lights and go
to sleep son”, mom shouted from her bedroom. “Good night! Mom”, I smiled to
myself. I could finally sneak away now. I switched off the lights, slowly
walked past the room and checked out the lights in my parent’s room. They were
switched off too. i was stretching out of the back door and I had this last
thought about the whole breaking away thing. The feeling of getting busted stroked
my body and I heard the feeble call from my friends on the backyard. Suddenly I
felt the energy level in me reaching the high point.
We hustled out of the boundary; I was
absolutely excited about the night. ‘Patrol is already in the village, we have
to speed up guys’, Albin was sure in hurry.
Brad and I were lagging behind trying to meet up with Albin’s pace. ‘How
come you take so much time, Emphis?’ Brad was just curious and trying to set up
a conversation mode. ‘Don’t ask.’ I just kept on leaping forward. None of us
could fly; mosquitoes below fourteen are not allowed to fly legally according
to the law. Albin was suggesting to fly for which I had a strong objection. I
didn’t want to create any more troubles. The slogans were getting more explicit
and the time seemed to have been squeezed more than the last second and the
second before that. I couldn’t really figure out what it is with the time that
it is so conflicting. I believed time has its own pace but then it didn’t seem
that way. ‘Look there they have come’, Albin pointed to the distant view of
army marching and singing the slogans in a perpetual harmony.
The hundred and thousands of king’s army in
the light green uniform holding the arms and marching with empathic spirit was a
sight worth a break away. We three hid behind the bush, we were totally lost in
the world of wilderness. I kept on tracking the sound of the boots stomping the
ground, I figured out that the sound had a small hush for a while and stomping
continued again following the same strange pattern. I had never seen such
number of armies before. ‘Look! the Oak barrel’, Albin again pointed to the
sight at a great distant. The Oak barrel was getting closer now, the barrel was
extra brown and the steel stripes were extra shiny from what I had in mind for
so long time. The soldiers were holding it with extraordinary care for the
whole barrel was considered more significant than what their life is worth in
total. The barrel was carved with strange looking writings, one of the biggest
mystery about the barrel is the writing itself. Not even the greatest of
greatest intellects have ever come up with the satisfactory explanation about
the writing. We have lost the sight of
the barrel now. The appearance of the barrel was no more a mystery to us.
However the mystery still persisted in the inside of the barrel. I don’t think
any of us were in a position to tell what’s exactly inside the barrel. I
thought of leaving that mystery for the time to unfold. And I was fully assured
that, the oak barrel will disclose its mystery one day. It was the same sound
pattern created by the stomping boots and the slogans that we could only hear
now. The sound fainted as the troops marched towards the Harrison ford. It will
take another six nights for the armies to reach the capital, on the ninth day
of the Moubust.
We didn’t budge from the location for a long
time, thinking about what we had just witnessed at this young age. The whole
situation was so complicated to comprehend; I don’t think no part of us was
anywhere close tying makes sense of the event. ‘Emphis!Brad! Let’s go’, Albin
was in hurry again. We had lost the track of time. We rushed back to home in a
total silence. I looked above the ground to the sky and saw the moon following
us in some bizarre way, I felt like the moon had answers to everything that
kept us silent at that moment. The mysterious silence got mixed up with the
feelings of excitement, astonishment and fear of getting busted at home. When
we reached the back gate of my house and just about the time to call it a night,
the house was lit up by the light in the drawing room. Brad and Albin ran off
to their houses. It was the most unexpected looking situation I have ever
faced, the first night break away was just about to end in a total success and
my parents were already waiting for me in the inside. The only fitting option
at the moment was to enter inside the house, which I did without thinking of
what might possibly happen. Dad and mom were both waiting in the drawing room and
staring at me with the deceived looks on their face. ‘Lock the door properly
and get back to the bed’, dad demanded. I had no answers to anything what-so-ever,
if he had demanded to know anything about the night. I had never followed any
of his orders as quick as that night. I got into the bed feeling helpless in
that traumatic situation; no wonder I didn’t get any sleep. I knew my parents
were up to something dead serious, but what I was thinking of most was the
image of the mysterious oak barrel and echo of the boots stomping the ground. I
wished in all desperation that if only I could seize this night for so long
time that my parents would fail to remember anything from this night, when they
wake up next thing in the morning.
