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Chapter 12

Dawn was forming dull elliptical traces of orange over the ashes. Tears of sorrow blared in every single eye contrasting the ellipses. I sat there expressionless, their pain framing through.

 I saw him drive away with an evil wink. He had burnt mere livelihood of these poor people but why?. His features since I met him first time indicated nothing but death. It's the hardest word I have ever used for anyone's personality. Its also the hardest situation I have faced. I just stood, unable to help these people, who had saved me. 

 I wept my heart out. Life was always unfair for me. How can I possibly evade the loss these people have faced?. 

 I wiped the last of my tears dry and walk to the chief. He's a great leader. His firm hand ruffle the weakened, hashed hair of women loped over their kids and babies. Eyes gleamed as mirror of heart feeling in fail for them. His arms held men at loss in a tight embrace screaming of eternal strong support. 

 Picking up the crystal ashes summoned soberly into the sand, he makes a saddened expression. I walk in slow limbo, placing my shaking hand on his shoulder. He turns around hastily wiping off his eyes.

 "Are you ready to leave?", his shaky voice cries out hiding the torment underlying.

 " I am not leaving you in this situation sir. Y-you saved me. Let me help a lit-tle?", my heart pleads and voice cracks tilting my head towards the disaster.

" We are no suck kind. Thanks for being our guest,  please go to that small hut, still alive and alone, next to that Palm.", his choice of words crumbed my heart.

  I couldn't argue anymore. If not directly I will hit my help indirectly. I will prove all Earlsons are not reeking rouges.

 Settling down onto the stone bed, while my hand smudges the soft cover of the book. Having my time alone I latch shut the door of the emo hut and open the book.

                   'Chapter 2

 The libial stock of the then Rosefield admired the young trader on board. 

 Rohanthan had brief introductions of people and insides of palace. It was the beginning of spring and profess time for stock increase. Morse agreed in an instant for the same. It was agreed that Rohanthan stayed as guest till the animals arrived and to make himself comfortable with the royale around.

 Days passed in flatter of times. A month around the stock was still in travel. But, Rohanthan had stolen the love of most of the people in Rosefield by then.

 Everyday his stand up comedy among the ladies spread happiness. He helped men of all decrees to all degrees in there chores. Riding young pioneers of education to baptist schools on Mamba was his good morning. Energy brimmed in him all day long. But, his eyes always searched for the one beautiful damsel of the town. The one rose he searched each day in all the rose fields.

 One morning when due was spread profoundly on the greenery Rohanthan stepped out for a walk. It was a musky fog truffle over the high valleys. Nature was showing immense pleasantries to every homosapian. Rohanthan brisked through the dull floral's into the dark reddish valley peak. The rainbow of these floral valleys was like recreation of vibgyor. His feet could feel the soft and tender fallen flowers. At the corner end of the peak valley his eyes fix on a beautiful brunette hair. 

Walking closer his eyes searching towards that soft figure. The sun rays outlines the delicate features of the damsel.

Somewhere in the far end of the valley popped out a old figure shaking rigorously in strain.

The figure waves his hand and calls out " El your mother's looking for you!! ".

The girl sways her long blonde hair and runs towards the old man.

In mesmerized state of elate Rohanthan mutters " El, stole me in first sight! " '

Clasping the stone table tight El gets up and wipes off the perspiration. Truth is revealing in pain.