Meeting The Sultana [Prt.1 COMPLETED]

CHAPTER 4

I was in the middle of the trip and I could only see the desert and the sunrise. Nothing else, I took a train to Sultana Aleziana's Palace.

While on the trip I was reading a book about the history of Abrehamis ’rule. He was very famous and known as a great Sultan because he was one of those who stopped the war, including his daughter Aleziana. She was the first woman to rule two lands.

For ten years, the Sultana has maintained no quarrel between major countries including America, United Arab Emirates and Russia. During her tenure as Sultana, freedom and peace were enforced in and out of North Africa as well as in India. For a Decade, other leaders have been trying to see the Sultana's appearance, but not all the leaders have had the opportunity to see her.

King Xander the third of France did everything to get and claim the hand of the Sultana, he did everything, he gave different shapes of gold, different kinds of great food and books that were only noble can hold. But during the three years of courtship of the king he gained nothing. He was ignored by anyone inside the palace.

Next was King Luthner the Second of Greece, he was the son of the late famous hunter. The king tried to marry the Sultana but just like what happened to King Xander he failed.

Many other Princes and kings tried to see and marry the Sultana, but in the end none of them had the opportunity, nor did they see the Sultana's face.

"Station 7, who's going down to station 7?!". The man shouted.

"Get your things ready, the Train will stop at station 7 in just three minutes!". Loud shout of the conductor.

I closed the book and put it in the suitcase I was carrying. I brought all my belongings. Paintings, various types of paint brushes, sketch pads and other art supplies.

I'm going to be Sultana's teacher and I don't know how to do that. How do you educate people with higher levels than you? I don't even know how to act in front of her but I will try to act normal.

I adjusted my suit and carried the suitcase I was holding. Earlier Ishmael took me to station 1. Before I left he said something to me, Ishmael couldn't stop being my father. He was not used to us being separated, but I told him that I would return in five days.

I got off the train and many people greeted me, some of them were taxi cab drivers, others were waiting for people to get off the train.

"Sir, where are you going? Take that ride with me, I'll take you where you're going". Offer of one of the men.

The style in the Philippines is no different from the style here in North Africa. People are kind when they see other races, sometimes there are those who are rude and will tell you hurtful words.

I took a taxi cab and told him where my destination was. At first he was shocked and then he started saying things about the Sultana.

"Do you see those Sir? Those houses were built by the Sultana for the homeless. And that building, she built that auditorium when she was only 15 years old". The driver said.

I just looked outside and stared at the buildings on the side. The surroundings are starting to light up and I have to get to the palace by 6am.

"Good. You really love the Sultana". I reply to the driver.

"Anyone will love the Sultana's leadership. She is very kind and helpful".

"Have none of you here seen the Sultana?". I asked curiously.

"Not yet Sir. It's unlikely that will happen. Are you Sir? What are you going to do in the palace?". He asked.

"I'm an Artist and the Sultana sent me here to teach her how to paint". My answer.