It had been a month since the men destroyed little Mahado's and mine's home; taking everything that they could. Maha and I had managed to save the silvery items we call 'The Items of the Century,' when in reality they had been around for five thousand years.
We were currently in the desert by this time--of course, for that was where are home was--but, the one different thing about this certain time, we were alone. It was just little Maha and me; together with no one to guide us. Our whole family that we'd grown up with was dead and we were about to have our very first taste of civilization.
Both of us were crying, when suddenly we heard a strange noise. "KA-CHING!" It came from a tent. Mahado and I both stopped crying and went to investigate. "KA-CHING!" We blinked and stared in amazement at this little red box that this green flat stuff was being put in. How could it make such a noise?
"Thank you once again for the purchase, Mr. Ishtar," Said the man behind the red box. That's when I noticed the man with dark tanned skin who was wearing a light tan. . . itunic that wrapped around his legs and didn't cover his stomach or back/i but it did cover his chest. He also had what seemed to be naturally grey hair, but I couldn't see his eyes, for he was facing the man behind the red box.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ishtar, sir," Little Mahado spoke up. "But, you're an Ishtar, too?" The man turned around to face us both. "Yes, I am an Ishtar. And who might you be?" Mahado was silent, for he was only five years of age and was not used to other people outside our home--nor was I, but that's beside the point! I was nine and, so, I had to be the brave one. "We're family," I said, suddenly speaking up.
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