"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...
"Son you aren't scrubbing those floors correctly today," Manson said poking Nathanial on the side of his shoulder to get his attention. Nathanial took a dirty tattered cloth and scrubbed the bottom of the stairs. "The sooner we get done cleaning the mansion the sooner we can leave without seeing Miriam."
There it was again, ever since his fit to leave the house Manson has been keeping him away from that girl. Nathanial was actually glad. He needed to avoid her. Every time he saw Miriam, he felt as if Myra was there. Nathanial picked up the bucket of dirty water and tattered cloth and moved toward the dining table and chairs. Nathanial squeezed the cloth to rid the dirty water and began to scrub under the table.
"Don't worry I will leave before the others wake up," Nathanial mumbled under his breath. Suddenly one of the doors upstairs opened. Nathanial drop the cloth in the bucket and picked up the bucket ready to head to the staff door. It was her, Nathanial could hear her steps heading toward the stairs. In some ways, she was different from Myra, When Myra walked; no she never walked she always ran, ran as if the earth was trying to reach for the skies, Miriam she moved as if she was bound to earth, she couldn't escape. She was tied down, soft and careful, watching every step. They are both parts of this life, one like the wind the other like the earth.
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"Nathanial, wait I...," Miriam called out to him. Nathanial ignored her and kept walking, he was almost close to the staff door when he felt something wasn't right. "Ah!" Nathanial heard the shout of Miriam, only to turn around and find her in the arms of a young man.
"Are you all right miss?" the young man questioned. Nathanial's eyes were still on Miriam, she was about to fall from the stairs because of him. Nathanial didn't hear her and she was walking down on the wet staircase that Nathanial had just washed. If it wasn't for that young man in the white suit she would have been injured. All because of him. Manson rann up the stairs toward Miriam. Miriam stood up getting her balance.
"Thank you, Mr. Dales. You saved my child." Miriam finally spoke. She looked at Nathanial and he looked away from her eyes. Nathanial put her and her child in danger. "I will be heading to my room." Miriam finally says.
"Yes, you better and I will escort you there." Mr. Dales said. He took Miriam by the hand and walked her toward her room. Nathanial watched them as they left. Why was he still here, she has others to protect her. If Mr. Dales can protect her then why shouldn't he avoid fate? Nathanial looked down at the bucket full of dirty water. The water in the bucket was very murky, murky just like his past.
_____________Flashback______________ 6th century
"Antonio, please help me, the sun will set soon and we need to pack up for the day," Nathanial said as he threw a blanket toward Antonio. Antonio caught the blanket in midair and began putting it in the bag. He seemed quite sad, unlike his cheerful self.
