"Loving you is a test, being with you is a trial, above all that is loyalty, which I must prove to my Lord, before I prove to you..."
He was the servant of the most Merciful, an Observer, by his job. His only job was to observe...never love. Story...
In the name of the Most Merciful, and the especially merciful.
Everything begins with Truth and once everything ends it is Truth who remains.
Nathanial:
15th century
There is a kingdom that my soul yearns for, but every single day this world pulls the kingdom away, but I still have hope, not on that place but my Lord.
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A young man looked at the sky, a beautiful glow of stars cast upon it. It was a period before the rising of the sun, a period when many would be asleep. The young man continued to hum as he remembered his Lord, his creator. He would wake up early in the morning before the sun would rise and sit outside next to the campfire, which he created gathering the dead branches from the nearby woods. As he uttered the name of his Lord and glorified Him, the heaven above glittered and sparkled glorifying the Lord with him. "Blessed is the one who holds the Heaven and the Earth, in whose hand rests the souls of his creation." The young man bowed down to the ground, his forehead almost touching the ground. In the light of the campfire, it was still hard to make everything out clearly.
The young man lifted his head up, his face now visible, as the light from the campfire casted upon his face. The winds around him blew, it touched his face, passed through his black ruffled hair then stopped midway. It was as if the winds knew, they would have to ask his permission before they dared to pass by him. The young man touched his forehead and wiped the dirt away from his prostration. The light from the fire glowed on his face and that face gave a smile. He opened his eyes which were closed, and even in the darkness of early morning, his blue eyes twinkled from the light of the campfire.
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The young man stood up and patted the dirt off his trousers. He looked around him and quickly took out a plastic container with water and poured it on the campfire. He then bent down and picked up a stack of lumber that he had cut earlier. He began to walk taking the dirt path leading away from the woods. A few moments later he was in front of a big estate.
Big gates surrounded the estate, keeping the outside world away, On the gate there was a metal graving, The Clarkson, the gate read. A horse carriage stood on the side, but no horse nor the driver was at sight. To Nathanial's surprise, Sir Clarkson, the would be master of the estate was at home earlier than usual. He walked past the large gates toward the side where a smaller inner gate stood, which the servants used. He opened the gates and walked in. Once he was inside, he dropped all the lumber and stretched out his hands.
