I watched her but I hoped she wouldn't realise that. Then again, she probably had noticed. One thing I had noted about her was her very good senses and reflexes. The palace's library was large and was very much like that of the large cold library that was in Azad. However, this palace's library didn't have a pit of spikes, for quite a few days I wondered why that pit was there, did an annoyed mentor find it a habitual action to throw his pupils in it when they weren't concentrating? Shirin was up above on the first floor balcony of the library and searched nearly every book that might have a hint of explanation about her strangeness. It was only now I realised how stupid my actions were. She was practically a sand creature...just with more Human-like looks and control, but most stupidly of all, I had invited her in the palace! Moreover, she was a thief! That was a fact I pondered over for a long time, how could she be a thief, her personality didn't reflect what her occupation was and neither did her looks, except for her pointed chin and nose, her looks were soft, especially her green eyes. She was quiet and cheery, she wasn't overly lively and she didn't flaunt herself either. Although she seemed perfectly trustworthy I felt somewhat...fearful of her. I occasionally joined her, she wasn't particularly well educated and couldn't read the writing very well and sometimes she needed sharper eyes to read the fading writing. As I talked more to her, when she was willing to talk, I learnt more about her past. She had been abandoned three days after she had been born and had been left on the steps of a building where some of the greatest warriors trained. It was explained that her mother had probably hoped that one of the warriors would kill the defenceless baby, however, instead she was taken in and was taught their ways. However she suffered from a great need to take things that didn't belong to her, it was like an illness, she didn't need the things she took but took them nevertheless. She was thrown out because of this, but kept her learnt skills to become a thief, however, she admitted that occasionally she let her awareness go, like she had done last night.
It was now late afternoon and she finally returned to the wooden table I was sat at.
"How can there be so many books but not one containing the knowledge I want?" she asked rhetorically. She looked annoyed at herself, it was understandable, as she had been looking since...well, I had lost track of time but I knew it had been long, too long to go without sleep.
"Have you ever considered that maybe things are more obvious then you think?" I asked. This proved an annoyance to her, she probably thought that if anything was obvious then she would have figured it out by now. She glared at me. "Think about it. If you have the abilities of a sand creature then you must have sand inside of you, as in the Sands of Time. Simple," I said. She was slouching against the table, supporting her head with her left arm. She sat up and back in the chair she was in.
"So what are you saying? Dahaka, the creator of the sands decided to pick my mother to have a child impregnated with the sands?" asked Shirin.
"Well he is the God of Fate I believe, he probably did it for a reason," I shrugged. Shirin smiled.
"What? So he's annoyed at what you did to his hourglass so he's sent me to meet you, so I'm assassin," she joked yet I took it seriously. That idea had never even entered my mind but it should have been so obvious, maybe she was given that power to later meet me and kill me. She saw the thoughts on my face, she could see exactly what I was thinking.
"I was only joking. Honestly the thought had never entered my mind, I may be a thief but I don't go around killing people," said Shirin. I smiled to show that I believed her yet something was getting at me, the whole idea that what she had joked about could be true. For all I knew she could be plotting away right now! After all, she knew she had the right guy because I had told her my story. In addition, she hadn't seemed terribly surprised at my story, as if she had heard it before, maybe she had and maybe she was definitely going to kill me! Again, my true thoughts were reflected on my face, she knew I was thinking about my story. "Listen, I know a lot about the sands because of the way I feel related to them, I knew what the turn out would be of your actions so I already could guess what would happen, however, hearing about Farah was a surprise. It must hurt thinking how close you were and then seeing how she later...or earlier, acted around you." Said Shirin. My thoughts shifted to those of Farah, and then I found myself asking the question of why she couldn't remember me. I knew why, because she had died, but wasn't there a least one single memory of me? I simply nodded to Shirin's question. "Well the sands weren't the only thing Dahaka created," Shirin said optimistically. I had been looking down but now looked up. What did Shirin mean?
"What do you mean?" I asked seriously.
"Well, there are legends of an old temple, in a land north of India, in a large mountain range. The temple is supposedly overrun with creatures that bleed and become part of the darkness and move so fast you can barely comprehend what they are going to do next. They are supposedly the warriors of Dahaka. The temple is called the Temple of Sight and in the centre of it is the Fountain of Sight. Memories that were lost in expired time, time that never seemed to exist will be reawakened if you drink its silver water. However, because it is so scared it is so heavily guarded. Supposedly, the steps to the temple are the hardest to pass in the world. But if such a place existed and you took Farah there to drink the water, then her memories would come back to her and she would know you again," explained Shirin. My eyes widened, if such a place existed then I could be reunited with the Farah that I knew and loved. I had to take her there, I had to make her remember again, but I didn't know where it was, Shirin did though.
"Do you like long journeys Shirin?" I asked happily. She was confused.
"Um, well how long?" she asked digging deeper into the question.
"Well, from here to India...that's far I would say by horse," I smiled.
"What are you saying?" asked Shirin. I smiled.
"I'm saying we're going to India and going to get Farah to go to the Fountain of Sight,"