05: COMPREHENSION III

He didn't sleep for the entire day. He didn't even bother to look for a place to sleep. All he could think about was his family's safety. He'd just escaped a confrontation with the Kingdom's most vicious man. It was a gift that was camouflaged as a danger. The only reason his life was spared was so that he might act as a threat. He was a Messenger, and he had a critical message to deliver to his family. He must bring his daughter to the King's Audience or suffer dreadful consequences. Any father in his position would be just as concerned as he was. Her own daughter's life was in danger. Despite this, he remained sceptical that the king would keep his word. What if Cecily accompanied you to the meeting? Was her life on the line? What was the meeting's purpose? Mr Ethel was perplexed.

He was on a jet back to his home in no time, making the 5-hour ride seem like an eternity. He was on his way back to his house as soon as he landed at the airport. He had flagged down a random taxi, which he had never done before. He always summoned his chauffeur to come pick him up, but there were more pressing concerns than his travel comfort at the time. He took out his phone and dialled his wife's number once more. During the flight, he contacted her multiple times, but she never answered. That contributed to the tension he was already feeling. What was the worst that might have happened to her? The journey was both peaceful and frantic. He was on the verge of passing out in the taxi because of the silence. He requested that the driver switch on the radio. He was already on his phone, contacting his wife frequently, even though the time had not passed. His imagination took over after more than 20 missed calls, and he began thinking about the perils she might be in. Perhaps he was taken, or perhaps the king had already found her. If this was the case, he would never be able to forgive himself.

His house was in Oasis, which was a thickly populated town. The majority of the Nobles lived there. Expensive homes appeared to be the rule of the day. It was to create an extravagant home or a high-end hotel if one purchased land there. That was the standard that any construction in town was supposed to meet. It quickly became a haven for the wealthy. The cab driver had never entered the town, partly because he didn't look to be capable of doing so. As he approached the gate, he was surrounded by guards. Residents had expectations, and security was aware of them. They knew no one from the neighbourhood would accompany the cab, so they were on high alert when the taxi arrived at the gates. They began bugging him soon after, demanding identification and inquiring where he lived. They didnt calm down until Mr Ethel lowered the car window, at which point they called to the gateman to buzz open the gate.

When Mr. Ethel arrived at his home, he was surprised to find the lights turned off. leaped out of the taxi before it came to a complete halt. He was almost out the door when the taxi driver yelled aggressively at him.

“ Hello! "Give me my money!" the driver yelled Since he was so near to the door that he could touch the handle, Mr Ethel felt compelled to ignore him. He screamed and dashed back to the cab, pulling out a bill of money. He threw it in the open window and dashed back to the door. The cab driver began rummaging through his pockets in search of cash. Mr Ethel was not interested in his money, he quickly realised. The bill was huge, and the cab driver thought he should return the change because it was too much. He quickly realised that Mr Ethel was more concerned with opening the door than with the money he had just given. In fact, the cab driver was confident that Mr Ethel had no idea how much he had given. The cab driver decided to drive away after remaining in front of the house for a bit, keeping an eye on Mr Ethel to see if he was worried about his money. He wasn't one of them. The door refused to open. As a result, he began slamming his shoulder on the door. The thumping sound was loud enough to wake up the neighbours, and those who were close to him had no choice but to do so. The lights on the house next to Mr Ethel's started to flicker on, and the doors on the house next to Mr Ethel's started to open. With the massive flashlight, the next-door neighbour stepped out. He was also wielding a bat. "Who's there!" exclaimed the neighbour, waving his bat about to terrify the intruder. Mr Ethel tried to calm the situation by saying, "don't worry, it's just me." "Ethel? What are you doing up so late in the evening? “Were you locked out?” inquired the next-door neighbour. "I have seen my wife, yes." When I arrived at the airport, she was supposed to pick me up,” Mr Ethel inquired.

"I believe she's with the other neighbour," says the narrator. I saw her the day before yesterday. They were with the boss, and she did not return to the house afterward. “Perhaps you could check with them,” suggested the neighbour. Mr Ethel expressed his gratitude by saying, "Thank you." As he stepped down the stairs and onto the road in front of this house, he rubbed the pain in his shoulder away. He knew who his next-door neighbour was talking about. Hawaii and her next-door neighbour were close friends, and she spent her leisure time with her. He crossed the road and arrived at the house, where he began knocking on the door. As his impatience got smaller and smaller, the strength of his knocks gradually rose. The lights were turned on soon after, and he heard footsteps approaching the door. It swung open, and there stood his wife, dressed in a nightgown, in front of him. "Ethel? What have you been up to? She inquired, "I've been waiting for you all evening?" "Can you tell me why you aren't picking up your phone?" "I attempted to contact you multiple times!" In a stern tone, Ethel stated. "Get inside as soon as possible." His wife dragged him inside the home and said. "I'm not sure if it's safe anymore, Ethel." I believe the security guys were keeping an eye on me. I'm sure of it,” his wife assured him as she led him to the living room and sat him on one of the sofas.

"We're in tremendous jeopardy." Mr Ethel stated, "Our daughter is in tremendous risk." His wife was perplexed. "What do you mean?" she inquired, her voice rising to a loud pitch. "I've just returned from a meeting with the King. Mr Ethel continued, his voice nearly shaking, "He said he wants to meet up with our daughter, and I'm not sure what he wants." "We won't be able to, Ethel." His wife added, her eyes almost tearing up, "We can't let our daughter get close to that monster." "Leanne, we only have four days." If Cecily does not meet him by then, we are all in jeopardy. We'll have to think about it,” says the narrator.

She began to fend off sobs. When her feet were stuck in the carpet, she almost fell. Her friend, the next-door neighbour, walked into the living room after ascending the stairs to the first floor of the house. She ran up to her friend, who was almost crying. "Is everything all right?" she inquired, abruptly interrupting the two. "What's the matter, Leanne?" “Did he cause you any harm?” she remarked, her gaze falling on Mr.Ethel. "No, no, it's nothing," she says. Leanne replied, "He didn't do anything." "Is it true?" says the narrator. Are the security guards keeping an eye on us? “Are you watching us?” Mr. Ethel inquired of his next-door neighbour. She took a long time to respond, as if she was faking a response.

"You're well aware that it must be done. There's no way we can get away from this; he'll find us no matter where we go. Mr Ethel stated, “If we travel to Trerth, that man is insane enough to follow us there.”

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waking him up from a strange sensation in his dreams Was a repulsive sensation. There was an unrecognisable aroma, yet it was accompanied by an unknown emotion. For the last week, Nelanian had been facing the bitter cold, and he saw that his body was drenched with sweat. The sensation of warmth jolted him up from his slumber. When he stood up, the flood of odour hit him again. It smelled like stifling smoke, dense smoke emitted by burning damp leaves.

His body was slower than it used to be, hampered by the painful migrants who struck him on a regular basis. He crawled towards the door, gently dragging himself off the rags he called his bed. As he stepped outdoors, the smoke became thicker and whiter. The dazzling orange lights that filled the entire Forest could easily have fooled him into thinking it was morning. When he gazed down at the village, he was startled by the sight of burning cottages and kiosks. The villagers' screams were deafening and bloodcurdling. He prayed to the Unknown Gods for the power and speed he would need to dash towards the village. Every stride he took felt awkward and delayed. He couldn't get down to the village as quickly as he'd want.