Visions Of The King (On Hold)

2. Imeeshi

I usually enjoyed quiet mornings and empty streets but I was already late today. Increasing my pace, I ignored the fragrance of pink tea coming from my favorite tea shop which was about to open any minute now.

The Ancient Treasury was just a few steps ahead.

I reached the intricate golden door of the treasury and found it already unlocked. "So, Master Clueless is already inside," I murmured.

I pushed the heavy door open and like two old people, we groaned at the same time. The endless lines of symmetrical leather bounds greeted my vision.

The fire lamps along the wall and the golden radiance of small chandeliers lured many people in every day. The dark wide room communicated a feeling of warmth while promising many great tales. I was proud to be the guard of all these primeval books.

I turned when I heard an echo of footsteps. "I thought you would be late today," asked a male voice.

"Am I ever late, Master Clue?" I answered.

Master Clue was the scholar of the Ancient Treasury. In short, he knew everything there was to know. So, calling him Master Clueless in my head just colored my bland days a little bit.

He stepped forward holding an open book on medicine.

"Are you unwell, Imeeshi?" He asked all of a sudden.

"No Master, why do you ask?" I frowned.

"You've been pretty silent lately," he replied.

"I'm feeling a little under the weather. That's all," I lied.

I usually questioned him a lot on different topics. I had not been doing that for the past week. I just realized it right now.

He nodded. His beady eyes were oddly kind. Although it made his nose look even more huge. But unlike other scholars, he was lenient with me. And I was grateful for that.

"Do you need any help, Master?" I just wanted to get over the small talk.

"No...no..you can go now. I'll call you after lunch hour for our daily inspection."

Can't wait. I politely nodded, turned, and walked toward my little airless section.

My rusty chair was waiting for my plump hide. I plopped down on it with no grace whatsoever and stared hard at nothing in particular. This place is going to kill me with boredom one day.

My heart desired wild escapades. Not this musty, dusty life.

"Counting heartbeats should be an adventure. My next job, teaching meditation to quiet people," I said out loud sarcastically.

I jumped when a thud resounded throughout the room.

"Master Clue?" I called out but no answer came in return.

I shrugged and started on completing my unfinished, scrappy reviews on some books. Already, I could feel the familiar weariness seeping into my bones. Resisting the urge to flee all of a sudden, with an effort, I turned my concentration to the task at hand.

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