BIRTH STONE

CALANI

I continued my way off the stage, and into the crowd. Every one was chanting my name, “Akio, Akio, Akio, Akio” People, gave me pats on the back, people acted as though I was their friend, even if I had never spoken a word to them before.

No one cared that I didn’t speak CALANI no one cared that I was dfab, people only cared that I had been crowed king, and it was a nice feeling. I continued my way into the crowd to find Chin. He spoke in CALANI.

“well, it looks as though your king! Akio”

“yes” I responded in the language I barley knew.

“Great! Congratulations. I see now why you ad kept that gem of yours a secret ay?”

“Yes” I responded once more. How I was to be king of a country who’s language I barley uttered was astounding to me.

I talked some more with Chin. I finally made my way to my parents.

“why’d you give me a sapphire” I whispered in English.

“we weren’t aware of the King’s death my son” My mother hushed.

“but how is this to be fair if I lack a stone”

“trust me son everything will work. Your mother and I have assured it”

“but father”

Somone walked by..We were quite for a moment, my father came up to me.

“its okay son, now I must advise you go home, and prepare for your coordination.”

I bit my lip. I held my tongue. I didn’t want this. I didn’t wish to be King. But that was not my decision, nor the decision of the law. It was the decision of my people, and the dead King which I must now abide by. This would not be pleasant. For the duties of a royal are duties of labor, duties or hardmenship and duties unlike that of any other country. I may as well, have been sentenced to death.  I went to the stadium the next day. Everyone was cheering. I slipped the sapphire into my stomach, and watched the applause.  They gave me the crown and I shed a tear, for I knew I’d be better off dead.

I walked towards the stage yelled the speech that my parents had gave me.  For they spoke CALANI better than I. The crowd applauded and their were cheers which meant my first mission would be this evening.

Everyone knows that the duty of a king is merely to serve the people, to go on far and wide quests or royal stature. Not a flattering feature I think to myself. That evening I met my first maid. She had a stone on her forehead. Meaning she was of low status. She introduced herself as Salma. I looked at her.

“nice name”

Only I accidently spoke in English. She looked at me shocked.

“Young King, you mustn’t speak that language” she whispered in CALANI.

“why so?” I responded in english.

“because its dangerous” she spoke in English.

I stared at her.

“you know English”

“yes now shh, you mustn’t speak of it”

A guard entered the room.

“I hear, muttering in a tone unfamiliar what is it that is going on?”

“nothing sir. I was merely reading out of a poetry book for the young king” she spoke softly, and I was glad people within this country weren’t bright. The guard quickly left. Taking with her, her suspicions .  Salma went up to me and whispered in CALANI. “beware of English and its power” shethen became silent as a stern look grew on her face, and walked away. English has no power, I mumbled to myself. In the afternoon I prepared for the mission ceremony. I got up spoke to my advisers and was handed a scroll. It read