S T A R T I N G - F R O M - I N N O C E N C E
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Story One
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Late Nights
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Written February 25, 2003
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It was a beautiful star filled night. The sky was clear of any clouds and the moon shone proudly amongst its children. Like the day, the air was warm, but it was comfortable, not harsh, and the heat trapped within the grains of sand covering the land was slowly being released.
It was a perfect night.
Of course, Malik Ishtar didn't know this.
Deep in an underground cavern, with many twists and turns, a small child sat in a darkened corner of his bedroom. A small carefree smile lit his young face and there sat a slight spark in his eyes as he watched the fireflies dance in and out of the shine of his small flashlight. The darkness was his sky, the fireflies his stars and the moon was the flashlight on the wall.
An ecstatic grin spread across his face as one of the bugs gently landed upon his nose. Giggling slightly, Malik watched the bug flutter its wings a few times before moving away from the human child.
"Young Master." A deep voice caused the child to jump and turn around and the bugs to scatter. The flashlight fell to the floor as the boy looked sheepishly at the stone beneath his feet. A sigh reached his young ears as the other person moved over to him. A body knelt down and picked up the fallen flashlight. After being clicked off, it was handed back to the little boy. "You should be in bed Master."
Malik sighed and looked up at the much older man, slightly remembering a time he'd been frightened and fearful of him. "But I'm not tired Rishid." Malik mumbled but was interrupted by a sudden yawn. He looked up shyly as Rishid chuckled gently.
"I do not believe you young Master." Rishid smiled, a sight only meant for the young boy in front of him, as he picked the light body up and carried him to the bed in another corner of the small room. He set Malik down and the seven-year-old crawled under the worn covers. Rishid gently tucked the boy in.
"You won't tell my father, will you?" Malik asked, his large lavender eyes pleading. "I don't want to be punished again." The boy whispered.
"No." Rishid replied gently, keeping his voice soft. "I will not tell your father." / I do not wish his punishment on you either. /
Malik smiled as he yawned again. "Thanks Rishid. Good night." With that he closed his eyes.
"Good night young Master." Rishid replied and watched over the boy as he slept.
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/ thoughts /
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Story One
***
Late Nights
***
Written February 25, 2003
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It was a beautiful star filled night. The sky was clear of any clouds and the moon shone proudly amongst its children. Like the day, the air was warm, but it was comfortable, not harsh, and the heat trapped within the grains of sand covering the land was slowly being released.
It was a perfect night.
Of course, Malik Ishtar didn't know this.
Deep in an underground cavern, with many twists and turns, a small child sat in a darkened corner of his bedroom. A small carefree smile lit his young face and there sat a slight spark in his eyes as he watched the fireflies dance in and out of the shine of his small flashlight. The darkness was his sky, the fireflies his stars and the moon was the flashlight on the wall.
An ecstatic grin spread across his face as one of the bugs gently landed upon his nose. Giggling slightly, Malik watched the bug flutter its wings a few times before moving away from the human child.
"Young Master." A deep voice caused the child to jump and turn around and the bugs to scatter. The flashlight fell to the floor as the boy looked sheepishly at the stone beneath his feet. A sigh reached his young ears as the other person moved over to him. A body knelt down and picked up the fallen flashlight. After being clicked off, it was handed back to the little boy. "You should be in bed Master."
Malik sighed and looked up at the much older man, slightly remembering a time he'd been frightened and fearful of him. "But I'm not tired Rishid." Malik mumbled but was interrupted by a sudden yawn. He looked up shyly as Rishid chuckled gently.
"I do not believe you young Master." Rishid smiled, a sight only meant for the young boy in front of him, as he picked the light body up and carried him to the bed in another corner of the small room. He set Malik down and the seven-year-old crawled under the worn covers. Rishid gently tucked the boy in.
"You won't tell my father, will you?" Malik asked, his large lavender eyes pleading. "I don't want to be punished again." The boy whispered.
"No." Rishid replied gently, keeping his voice soft. "I will not tell your father." / I do not wish his punishment on you either. /
Malik smiled as he yawned again. "Thanks Rishid. Good night." With that he closed his eyes.
"Good night young Master." Rishid replied and watched over the boy as he slept.
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/ thoughts /