The Teesh Saga : Curse Of The Demolished Kingdom

CHAPTER 3. Seventeen years Later.

The day had announced the arrival of an early monsoon, a few miles away from the village dark clouds smeared themselves on the wild blue yonder summoning a cold lazy breeze that made the farm sway as it slowly scraped it's crops. Oliver anyhow sat there plucking tomatoes, he was there for quite a while but his basket showed otherwise there were maybe only ten tomatoes in it, he plucked one and chucked it away grunting "rotten", his hand reached for another but didn't pluck, he was usually foundering in his thoughts, he lived in the stories he read very rarely he saw the real world, it took hours for him just to get a bunch of tomatoes, well except that he had nothing much to do, sometimes he got the chance to feed the cattles and clean the house so spending so much time just to get some tomatoes looked quite reasonable.

Forbedders were prettier than the other races and Oliver was no different, his face was long with a chisled jawline and chin, eyes were brown as an auburn silk and nose stood slender and sharp, his long brown hair woven down just an inch away from his shoulders. He wasn't thin nor was he fat, "the boy looks perfect" said Mrs Teressa whenever she saw him. The sight of a shimmering rainbow at the very far end falls on his eyes resulting in a trimmed smile on his lips. He was wearing a loose white T-shirt which was spattered with wet soil, his jeans was blue accompanied by a yellow belt, and a pair of torn shoes were covering his feet. The ladies swooned whenever he walked past them, they would have done anything just to have a little talk with the boy, Oliver anyhow, was a shy lad, He had no experience with girls nor he ever spoke with one, it was a vague loneliness that always girdled him.

He thinks about Jovain where knights are trained, he thinks about Adaline where dreams come to life, he thinks about Lincity where opportunities welcome people with open arms and then he pities at himself that his life will be wasted in a village like Pinofia.

"Hey Oliver!" A squawky voice tingles his ears which travelled from a few feet away, "hey there!" Oliver greets back with an empty smile, Gamby was the boy's name, stout, would be the perfect word to describe his body. His face was round with a neck that was barely visible as his double chin was covering most of it and a tummy so large that it reached before him wherever he went. He walks near Oliver and flumps on the ground mantled with a layer of floppy grass. " what's going on mate !" He says ebulliently, "plucking tomatoes, so much fun!" He gets a sarcastic reply, "well.....not for me" he says while squashing the tomato in an attempt to pluck it,
"No Gamby, thats not how you do it" Oliver says with a nip of irritation in his tone, "you hold the tip and give a slight pull, I showed you like a hundred times" He says while giving a demonstration, " I guess I am too strong for this tomato then" he says with a tiny giggle, a soft smile dances up on Oliver's face due to his sense of humour.

"I've been looking for you since dawn, where were you?" Gamby asks, "here" Oliver responds, "here? In the farm?" Gamby asks, "yes! Here in the farm!" Oliver says while lifting up his eyebrows and shaking his head a little, "it's like four hours ago, and let me see what you did in four hours" he says while peeping in Oliver's basket, he didn't strain himself by counting it, but anyone would have easily said that there were no more than a dozen tomatoes laying in the basket,"that's like twelve tomatoes, you got just twelve tomatoes in four hours?" Gamby gives a baffled reaction, "yes" Oliver replies softly, "what did you do for four hours? Do you know how to speak with cattles or what?" A funny remark crawls out of his mouth, "no" says Oliver with a little chuckle, "then what were you doing?" Another question pops out of his head, "watching the time pass by, feeling the weather changing, admiring the nature" Oliver replies, "that's stupid" says Gamby, "maybe for you, not for me" says Oliver while bimbling his hands around the crops in search of a fresh tomato, "you belong in the village" says Gamby, Oliver throws a deep serious look towards him "what do I do there....I mean I don't have anything to do, just this, bringing tomatoes, carrots and other stuff" he says, "you are lucky Gamby, you have your father's shop, you are busy all day, but......I am bored" he adds with his voice becoming more and more dull
"You know how to read books, many of them don't" Gamby replies with a straight face, "I have completed reading them, some of them twice" replies Oliver while pulling his sleeves.