Stolen Generation

LITTLE XALA

In a vehicle driving north, there is a little in the back seat and a middle age man as the driver. From where she sat, she glared into the worry eyes of the driver. Then averted her eyes to the to the left window of the vehicle; and the sun began to fall and the smell of nature came to life.

"What's this smell?" The little girl asked as if she never smelt it before. A smile begins to draw on the driver face but kind of a smirk. He gives out a small sign of relief and reply, "That's fresh air." She gives out an "oh" sound and turn to the left once again. The sun is one finger above the horizon.

"You know," the driver started," fresh airs are breath out by plants throw a process called photosynthesis. The only humans capable of it are called Pankua." He glanced at the rear view mirror to see that the girl was gone. Thoughts of failure emerge and he stopped the vehicle.

"Princess! Princess!"

"Will you stop it? My dad's not an emperor or king," the little girl grumbled, "I'm just picking up my flaws." She giggled a little at her little pun but the driver didn't seem to notice. The vehicle started up again and then slow down to a stop. The driver gave out a laugh, "I didn't notice but we're actually here already."

He walked out and opened the door for the little girl. In front of them is a small shelter, probably four hundreds square feet and three stories high – if the attic is included. There is also the possibility of a basement, no there is definitely a basement. The shelter is painted with a light cream color and the doors and windows are a dark brown color. Through one of the window, there's a silhouette of a man writing intensively. Our driver walked up to the front entrance and before he knocked, the door opened.

"Sorry, I totally forgot you guys were coming. Please come on in."

The little girl's eyes became a little teary.

"Oh Xala," the man squatted and stretched his arms out, "here, give uncle a big hug." Xala jumped into her uncle arms and started crying. Now the driver felt truly happy that he has finished his mission and saluted to the uncle.

In a brightly lit room, the driver and the uncle sat across from each other. The uncle began the fairly serious conversation, "I have isolated myself from my family's drama for so long, I don't really know what is going on. So could you possibly tell me all you know?"

The driver hesitated and waited for a while, then shook his head and replied, "My Emperor – "

"Please don't call me that. I don't deserve such a title. I threw it away a long time ago."

"Oh yes. Then what should I call you, your," he caught himself at the last second. He almost put formality at the end. The driver was so nervous; he is having cold sweats.

The uncle smiled, "From now on, call me Kaj." Kaj is short for Kaj Sab which means relief or peace and is written with the symbol of Ywj Pheej, which means freedom. I totally forgot to tell you that their written language is called Boom and not English. The driver finally felt at ease, "Um. Kaj, do you know about the marriage? Your sister-in-law is remarried, probably because she is lonely."

"No, I wasn't informed about anything other then Xala is coming to visit me," Kaj puts his right thumb on his bottom lips, "Ah."

"What is it?" The driver asked and was getting interests because he have been thinking about it the whole drive and it was a long drive. Well maybe even before he was chosen for this mission too. The whole country is wondering.

Kaj gave out a laughter. The curious driver asked "What is it?"

"Little Xala is trying run away. Oh my, I fairly remember her being such an adorable little girl and now she's already at her rebellious age."