a punch of faith

chapter 3

A carriage arrives later that Week and pics me up from my home, we go to the main square that is located in a big city named Napolio.

The city is named after the person responsible for the big revolution that changes our world 5,000 years ago, Napolionardo Granger.

Now, I know what you might be thinking.

why is she riding a Carige If 6,000 years ago cars were invented??

The world might be very advanced on electronics but we also care to keep the existence of the world the way it is.

Meaning that we care for our environment.

We ride for 5 days and 4 nights until we arrive to the palace. The palace is placed on a bridge, in the middle of the sea.

When I get off the Carige i see that the prince and his dark, god looking friend are waiting for me.

I ignore them while I take my luggage out of the Carige.

"It took you long enough" said William.

When I don't say anything he adds "how war the ride??"

I don't answer.

"The prince asked you a question, it's rude not to answer." Said cess and his deep voice sends chills through my back.

I walk to them with 2 backpacks, 1 side beg and a suitcase in my hands.

When I stand right in front of them I look William in the eyes, he smiles at me and I can't help it and smile back.

"I got a smile!!" He jumps up and down with excitement.

"I managed to make the great warrior smile!! My mission is complete, I can die happy now." He turns around, wanting to enter the palace but I grab his T-shirt and pull him back to me.

He looks surprised and.... Confused, maybe??

I give him all of my luggage except for my side beg which, I give to chess.

"So it won't be to heavy, your majesty." I say and Pat him on the shoulder.

I walk into the main and front garden of the palace and the boys follow me.

The garden is magnificent!!

Mesmerizing!!

I can't look away.

It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

The entire place is covered with grass and flowers, there are trees everywhere and there's a big shiny water fountain with cold fresh water. There are mer people carved on the top of the fountain and the water comes out of they're mouths, on the bottom there's something written in an ancient language.
I go to the fountain, put my hands and take a handful of water and wash my face and neck.

It feels really good.

It feels like having cake after a fast or like sitting after a day of work and exresise.

It's the best feeling in the world.

Then something caches my eyes, I walk to it.

They were beautiful.

They, meaning the marble statues stained with splashes of paint standing in the main garden.

The first one is of a little boy strangling a snake, on his face there's a joyful smile.

It seems like the artist has made a beautiful creation and wanted to put some colors and life on to it, but didn't know how to do it without ruining the masterpiece he has made.

I move to the next one.

It is mesmerizing.

It's a statue of a tiger bitting on to a woman's neck, the horror in her face is so vivid. the beast is so real looking I take a step back just for precautions. I touch my neck as I walk away from the statue.

I look at this next statue, it's of a couple.

The woman is pregnant and the man seems so happy, there are tears in his eyes and on his cheeks. His happiness is contiguous, but the woman seems in pain. A lot of it. Maybe the woman is like the rest of them, maybe she doesn't want the child. She wants it dead.

All of that could make sense, if I wouldn't have moved on from their faces.

There are four dozen knifes stabbed in her belly and one more in the woman's left hand, the color red was the only color used in this piece.

I think that the artist was trying to say that by letting all the kids go to the streets at the age of twelve, we are murdering them.

I disagree with the artist, the Lew is here to protect us. It's here to make us better then our ancestors, our spoiled ancestors.

"Do you like them?" Asks the price from being me.

"I do" I say. "I-" I stop as I'm unsure of what I wish to say.

The prince notices my difficulty .

"They're.... Complicated."

I think of what the prince just said.

" I think the artist is sick minded, he holds a secret he can not reveal." I move to the next statue. " There's a higher power that's stoping him, maybe.... A grater cause" he follows me, concentrated.

"You can tell all of that from a few statues?" He asks me.

"Yes" I answer coldly.

"How?" He whispers.

"Look at this statue for example, the lady is dressed like a high lady but she has dead skin on her hands that comes from hard work. From those two facts I can tell you the artist lives in the palace, but it is not easy for him." I look at the prince. He wants more.

"The horror in her eyes is fresh and there's red paint on her dress, blood. Her mouth is half open like she wants to scream so badly, but can't. Her hands are on they're way to her mouth.... Maybe, trying to stop the sounds from escaping her mouth...." I look at the statue for a moment.

"It seems like the artist was trying to express what's going on in his head, he was trying to captivate all of his thoughts. He wants to scream his heart out, but can't. He wants to rip the world apart, piece by piece, but can't. He wants to shake everyone and make them notice something he clearly sees, but once again, can't. He wants to make everything better, but doesn't know how. This is not a sick minded, troubled artist. This is a human being that needs help, but can not accept it."

I look at the garden full of statues for a little longer and then, I walk to the palace.

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