EA-R-TH Age of NeOlwd

Chapter 3 - The Eye Burner Blocker

Maverick was happy for no reason. It was not because he doesn’t have to go to his training at the Wheat Cultivation, or not about the awaiting celebration. Indescribable happiness filled his heart.

Maverick stepped out of his room after a heavy sleep, scratching his head, barely opening his eyes.  The hall was filled with a new fragrance; a strange, but good smell. He sniffed; his long nose scanned where the smell came from. Upon the table was a nosegay of flowers with a letter enclosed. Maverick examined the flowers; they were half dead, heads down. “Is this yours??” he asked Sugaall.

“What?” Sugaall let her squeaky voice pass the feasting room.

“Are these flowers yours?” Maverick asked again.

“Which flowers?” Sugaall came out of her room hurriedly, nicely dressed, and combed her long hair well. “Oh, that! A fat guy came early at dusk wanting to see you. Since you were asleep he handed me this….this flowers and left.”

“The letter?” Maverick asked.

“He gave that enclosed with the flowers. You want me to explain every bit of what happened?” Sugaall said angrily, going into the feasting room.

Maverick looked at the letter. On the cover, it was written: To my friend Maverick Ciekawy by Fadherdy Bough (Not to be opened by others)

Maverick remembered him; the big man who always forgets his way home. He opened the letter carefully. Inside it was written in flawless handwriting.

I’m very happy to greet you on a special night. May your service and intellect methods continue to inspire a great many people among us. I’m proud that, I can say to my children and my grandchildren that I lived in the same nights when Maverick Ciekawy lived. It’s an honor to have met you.

My wife reminded me that you helped me to reach my home three nights ago. So I enclosed some flowers with this letter as a gift of gratitude.

See you during the celebration, sir.

Thank you,
Fadherdy Bough.

Reading this Maverick reached the feasting room. “Why are you smiling?” asked Sugaall, packing her food. “No, I’m not,” replied Maverick with a tiny smile. “I never saw you smile for no reason,” said Sugaall.

“Take a look at this letter. This man says he idolizes me. He is the same age as our father but he calls me ‘sir’. Do you think something is wrong with him?” Maverick asked and pulled a chair and sat at the feasting table.

“Yes, definitely wrong. You! His idol!!” Sugaall laughed. “Wait. Are you saying he is abnormal and must be admitted to the Asylum?”

“No, no, no, no,” Maverick bounced. “I just asked ‘Is something wrong with him’ and you are entirely exaggerating!!” he erupted.

“Do you think I’m wrong?” asked Sugaall, raising her eyebrows. “Um, err,” Maverick looked at the ceiling. “Yeah, he is weird sometimes. Always forgets his way home. He is mostly depressed for no reason.”

“Then I’m not wrong,” said Sugaall.

“But never forget; he is a good man. At least he thought to greet me personally, which as a sister you didn’t,” Maverick said.

“Come on! You want me to dramatically say ‘Oh, brother, I’m so proud of you. Tonight is the most important night for you, cheer up,’” Sugaall tried to sound in a different voice.

“Not in this voice,” said Maverick, glancing at the letter.

“So, why you are laughing?” asked Sugaall. “No, I’m not! Am I?” said Maverick, still with a grin on his face. “Aren’t you going to your training tonight?” Sugaall asked, changing the topic.