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Thursday, September 14, 2006
Part 6
The story has "calmed down" a little, as you will notice in my next few posts. But, don't worry, things will start getting interesting again in a day or two.
For now, here is a next part:
Chapter I /Section 2/ (Part 6)
- Oh, he's awake! Look, he's awake!
At her words the room was entered by a man of some 45-50 years of age, with a grizzled, thick, short hair, that used to be completely black, with an elegant mustaches and a little beard, whose appearance revealed a scholar. He smiled friendly at Jelil.
- So, the young lad finally decided to return to the world of the living.
- Do you think he can understand us?
The girl gave a somewhat worried look to the man of whom Jelil supposed he was her father. He decided not to keep her in suspense and tried to say that he understands every word they say; but he had no strength to speak. However, the scholar didn't fail to miss his reaction.
- I'd say that there is more to this lad than it seems at the first look. Go and prepare something for him to eat. Now that he started to get better, good food will help him to stand on his feet soon.
A girl jumped up and disappeared behind the door in a second.
- I have a feeling that you understand our language. You must be curious to know where you are, so I'll introduce myself to you. I am professor Vasif Ulfet. I study the flora and the fauna of the sea and littoral. You are now in Morning Village. My daughter Adila found you at the shore ten days ago. In the beginning, we thought you wouldn't make it. You lay delirious for seven days straight. You were delirious again last night. Adila spent the night by your site. I was afraid that your condition worsened, but this morning the doctor insured us that your condition is getting better and that you will soon be back on your feet.
Jelil nodded thankfully.
- Ah, here is my little girl.
The smile her father welcomed her with and the gentle words he gave her reminded Jelil of the peaceful expression he saw on Adila's face when he looked at her this morning. He started considering the possibility, however unbelievable it was, that he got to the northern continent. He knew that there were no parenergy on this continent, for, unlike other continents on Vahdet, whose intensive tectonic movements in great depths created energy so powerful and cheap that it proved to be more profitable to use than even inexhaustible solar energy that was used several centuries ago, Zibia had absolutely no tectonic activities. Parenergy was the purpose of the Ilderin's conquest, for having all sources of that energy on the planet meant having enormous power that would be concentrated in the hands of only one people of the planet. Lack of parenergy proved to be a blessing for the Zibians, for that was the reason that other peoples weren't interested in this continent; and that allowed its people to develop entirely independently, not disturbed by conquering pretensions of the others.
After she helped him to eat the nutritious soup that she made for him, Adila left him to rest. Although he slept for days, Jelil felt that it was not a refreshing sleep, except, perhaps, the one today, when he felt he was safe for the first time after a while. His thoughts returned to the happenings on Adem several weeks before the fall of Evening Light and he took an effort to drive them away. He had to rest, to gather his strength. Maybe then he will find a way to return to Adem, to see what was left of his hometown and to search for survivors. Yes, that is what he will certainly do. Someone must be alive; someone always survives. Maybe some are still at large. The decision he made gave Jelil a new strength. Full of wishes and hope, he fell in a deep healthy sleep.
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