"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...
I wish it was easier to just forget the past, let alone the love you had for someone. Sometimes ages pass by but one can never forget their first love. Time ticks by, but some of us are still stuck in the past even though we are playing the role of the present and our actions play on for our future.
"Nathanial, how are you feeling son?" Manson asked eyeing Nathanial as he continued to feed the horses hay. Nathanial kept petting Rasco ignoring Manson. "Son! I asked you for an answer." Manson demanded. Nathanial looked at him and smiled. Manson will never understand what Nathanial has seen and been through. Only someone like him...would know.
"Son, you always were a...bit strange, peculiar even on how you act with everyone. But how you acted in front of that girl yesterday worries me. You were gone from the worker's quarter early in the morning. What's going on Son?" He placed a hand on Nathanial'ss shoulder and looked at him concerned.
Nathanial stared back at Manson's face, studying the wrinkles that have formed over the years. His old age, his fragile body, just nearly away from a touch of death. How does this old man continue? His life is so short and the memories of his past never matter to him because he knows that life is short and that one must experience the world at its vast. However, Nathanial has seen it go on. He has seen cities and countries rise and crumble to dust. He had seen kings boast in power only to be slaughtered for the price of that power. He has seen wars that killed by the thousands and seen the birth of new ages. For Nathanial, his life wasn't over. There was much he will see in the future. But for Manson and other human beings, it is easy to ignore the result of their own words and actions because death will one day embrace them. Nathanial has seen it all, but for his own sanity, he detached himself from this game. A game that has been tampered with. The only time he ever felt something was when he was with Myra. With Myra, Nathanial felt life. Life meant to live for...for the sake of nothing to gain or lose. But when Myra was gone, Nathanial told himself that was the end. But, what now? Why is she back?
"I am ok, I am just thinking about the extra workaround, and Hover had asked me to do something for the stables. The county horse race is in a month. I have to make sure all the horses are healthy. Oh, that reminds me I should get going." Nathanial said as he passed by Manson and out of the stables.
Nathanial didn't want to say anything; he wanted to cut out everyone from his life. The longer he remains here, he will end up playing this game once again. That face, it was a clear warning to retreat. Nathanial was about to leave the stable when the wind began to blow. Nathanial covered his face with his hand, but the leaves and dirt blew right onto his face, blinding his view. The horses began to neigh loudly and Nathanial tried to close the stable doors.
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As he gripped onto the door Nathanial sensed someone's hand. He opened his eyes and in front of him, she stood. The wind blew in his face and the horses continued to neigh, but his thoughts and his eyes were fixed on her.
