Descry

Chapter I

The proem of this story start right off the bat as if the fat was in fire, it is on a cockcrow and all of a sudden, a boy named Lenient is in the wilderness within the inch of his life caught in alert; Nonsense, why was he there? What on earth has he done to be thrown over? Oh, don't think  that was one of those fictitious dreams that hover around the bedroom because I tell you what I think, that was a grisly adventurous incident and whoever did that want to turn a lad into a lion, how could it be otherwise? Strange as it may sound, Lenient started gritting his teeth with thoughts wandering on the point of screaming, He was lost for words, Oh God! He wishes, He was dead, what's to become of him? He was scared stiff; He was still in his age of sowing his wild oats and He was living his life into the groove burying his head to the sand under his grandmother advice that "Success doesn't grow on trees" and speaking of his grandmother ,the last thing he remembered was that before hitting the sack He was tethered like usually by his mother to hear an atavistic story from his Grandmother called "Descry", it was a story that could make your hackles rise during the hours of the night; It was a story of an Old man who fought hammer and tongs in close collusion and his descent scattered one hill into a thousand hills full of happy hunting grounds ,but one day some jerries' with iron hand and a velvet glove bashed in without batting an eyelid and put his descent under the gun with bare hands; They taught them the story of the good shepherd in siren song, and then , they winded them around their little finger by lettering their endearing children to divide and conquer and last they left them hanged out to dry.

In brief that's what happened before Lenient falls asleep, and now He is up with the lark in the middle of nowhere left for dead shuffling in fear to make the leeway.

Anyway,  when a very serious situation arise, drivelling is not a solution, Lenient started beholding the contour and he saw a narrow flooded valley lake which he thought could get him way out to the city, he walked over an hour on the lakeshore and he ended up on the bank surrounded by hills covered with grass ;on the other side of the hill ,There was a smoke in alfresco which he regarded as a sign of hope amidst the innumerable troubles he was compelled to confront since morning as if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed however he was in a plight in the middle of nowhere.

Before climbing the hill, he saw an old man loitering in the mud bank displaying immediate signs of easiness within his low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; The old man was in a woolly garment that hide his copulatory organ and directly after seeing him, Lenient had a feeling that the old man was a stalwart person and while he felt that ,he was alone but It seemed as if a large number of people was at the top of the hill because Lenient was starting to be filled with horror ,but He couldn't refrain himself and He dashed to ask him which thoroughfare could lead him in the near city but the old man dismissed his question as unimportant, He was staring at his face and he rebuffed to answer him as if It was the first time hearing the word "City" or as if he was a fish out of the water but that's when Lenient muttered politely "at least tell me, where am I?"

If I tell you where you are; will you light my Pipe young man?

"Yes, but I'm afraid that I didn't carried a matchbox; How did I light it" He said scratching his head

"You are asking how? This is, in fact, the easiest things to do by a boy of your age and as far as nature is concerned you have all the advantages , so make your effort young man otherwise you are doomed to die " He said staidly as if Lenient was of no value in his eyes

"How say you? Why should you damn me with faint praise? You think this is comfortable or easy?" Lenient replied

"Did you try? No, so why you frustrated when it is not all, by the way make it quickly?

He was right He could have bitten his tongue off

"Oh, very well, I will do it leaving no stone unturned" Lenient said mildly