18. The Nile
Ah, so... You seem at calm and enjoying the breeze...
You must be clearly wondering it's natural beauty within the glory of its colors.
Tell me, do you like this? Do you like what you see before you within your questioned eyes?
You must be at awe of its wonderous scenery...
So, are you thinking of taking a certain picture before we go back to my home? At least, to remember it and your experience in my hometown of Domino City, Japan? As a souvenir and postcard? It would be a good opportunity to even do so, even your family ponders where you've been recently.
Besides, what makes you come this way, I get it that you wanted to know further of my adventures... but shouldn't you realized that your loved ones might be worried about you and your whereabouts... unless, they are here for a business and also at visit.
Perhaps you're not alone by yourself by such an account to make, hopefully... and you're not working them up about where you're located with me.
Yet, I guess... You are out of the loop that you are less in trouble without anyone with you.
Now, are you lost about something as to what I said by this, hmm?
Well...
I'm sorry, but I can't help, but sigh to this. Are you asking if there's... something wrong with me or the side of that?
Um...
Pardon, are you thinking it's you and the way of your actions like I told you previously?
...
I... can explain:
You see, there were sense of light and dark times... the good or the bad side of life... at least, from away from my hometown for example. I cannot say that sometimes it was all in harmony and peace... in a balance.
Now, there were some things that are not told or not found within the crept of the walls... There were times of light and... times to be at darken about a life upon this earth when it comes to its difficulties and problems. There are ups and downs to this life... and everyone's lives cannot say it's perfect. Everyone had a sense that there was a time to live on or face the worst in death... but, clearly, it is sad after all.
Now, I might refer you um... learn slowly, why I spoke this... upon you alone. I cannot say that life was all is well... at least... from where we are starting to return to discuss... in terms.
Let us continue the story to refrain my train of thoughts... for I know standing there must well tired you. So, let us head off to the benchmark and sit there to rest our feet from our stance.
Now that we're at rest, let's tight hold ourselves and see forth what happens after my last postmark.
From the last recalling after the pause, we came to the fact that we... paged out that Harry James Potter was in trouble upon Prime Minister Cornelius Fudge's orders and his warning upon his actions.
He was enraged at him for his journey that was not kept to be... and he lay him... on a face... down position at will in anger and might of will. Minister Fudge was not acting well on a certain account as to why he left without a trace of reason at all. He was gone off his mind a little as he scolded him about his ways and his certain excuse away... from them each.
"How..." is what we began in reading, at least as to what we heard from this man, Harry Potter. "How are we to survive? At least..."
The conversation was a mystery and a track off like tale... that wasn't making any sense, at least, to you...
Yet soon it'll be known until time tells the clock on a rewind unknown so...
In due time, it'll be solved, but just for one case alone:
Could you manage to fit the parts and analyze how it will end?
Could you will yourself to reach towards the conclusion until our days of spent is over about this tale?
Now, if you could, I may insist you take it precautious and seriously.
This story won't be an easy case to close... unless, we puzzle this out correctly.
To proceed, Harry Potter turned away, asking a favor in chance about something... that I don't dare to say back then. For some reason, their ways of course to take me along with them was a lost and a case to complete out what is their fault unknown and how so.
Why must it be they made such an effort to get me into this mess? I really need a way to see forth the solution... in order for this to quit.
Stop hold.
Let us at time.
Now, I bet you're in a loss about what I'm speaking, that doesn't act well. It was not what you think... that you thought you know this...
Is it simple of a tale to understand?
Well, to answer this, let us just say it was a complicated one in bad ends. It was not exactly that well known... back at years when I was at young. One thing's is for sure, it was not expected for you to be. It was lost and a trail of mishap, but... the continuation of it was blank and gone. It cut off and... reached to the dead end of the Minister's problem at hand...
It was instead, a sad note within...
They wanted to know...
...something else...
...besides the task that was left behind and bared out.
It was like they didn't want to imply to try why, but on their mind... was not attempted correctly...
"Say, I can't deny this..." He spoke again, turning away from him, which... didn't help Cornelius Fudge in suit. "What is you? Can I ask? Tell me you?"
"Tell you... about me?" I blinked deadly. What is it with him... and why...? Why isn't he helping him out instead of focusing his assignment?
They came closer in a circle and spoke thus. "We couldn't help, but wonder... about who you are. Tell us... if we know you. Where are you from... and why?"
They scowled hard.
I couldn't resist, but to reflect it back in response.
What makes them think they know I?
"Why this?" I frowned at their face.
Why this now?
What's their deal anyway with something I hold by myself?
Why should they be an involvement themselves... about my life as well?
What does it had to concern about the Prime Minister's problem that he needs from them... and why must I be dragged along in the beginning?
This cannot be good...
...at all...
I had...
...a bad feeling...
...that this will go downhill, the direction that they...
...chose in a different path that wasn't acquired to be.
This... is then I halt this to a deep end hole, and we will... pick this up again when... we settle afoot to my home in talk, which is why... I bookmark to this point to the stoplight.
Come, let us go and get up from this bench.
Let's pace there... for I have one thing left to say before you are told to be found in home of your own... for we shall see how this next piece should carry out...
By so far, do you understand, what this is as we go away from the trees?
We are now at opened upon a detour storyline that sounded off lines...
[To be continued...]