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Allen kept quiet all through the babbling of Sammy till they got to the school gate. Allen checked his time, he was ten minutes late already.

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As usual murmuringsand taunts echoed through the class as Allen stepped in. He had never been seen dressing in this manner before, the hat, the sunglasses , it was just too much for the fault-finding students, and worse , he didn't look cute in the glasses and hat. Even Kimball struggled to suppress a giggle.
"Hi, old boy, what's this all about?" she whispered to Allen as Mr Charles struggled with the mathematics he was teaching.
"I just want to look different today , is that bad?" asked Allen , a little bit annoyed.
"Nope, its not bad, but you don't look cool, you look like an over-wrecked village cowboy" whispered Kimball, all smiles, flashing the most beautiful set of '32'.
Simeon, the next student in front heard her and soon the whole class was whispering "Allen, the over-wrecked village cowboy".
Allen stormed out of the class as an outburst of shrieking laughter followed promptly. Mr Charles thought the laughter was directed at him, so while the students laughed on, Mr Charles' eyes glowered like an angry cat. Kimball , feeling very sorry , ran after Allen who was already heading to the back of the hall, a tear escaped his eyes, and the effect burned deep into the very sockets of his eyes and the pain was sore and provoking. Kimball caught up with him "Hey Al, am sorry, i was only joking"
Allen kept mute, but the tears refused to cease, and the pain grew hot.
"What! You're crying , oh i dint know you were hurt that much , am so sorry Al"
Allen couldn't say a word. All Kimball could do was plead forgiveness , while Allen stared blinking teary eyes. Allen was now more confused than ever, how can one's eyes turn to blazes overnight ? What the hell was happening to him? And the answers was no where to be found.

Suddenly a strange feeling of anger which he couldnt control welled up in him. The anger was driving him mad, and a strange force took him over. He stood up abruptly as did Kimball also , and moved swiftly towards the hall, just then Simeon came out and on seeing Allen he burst into a fresh rib-cracking laughter . Allen walked straight to him , the strange force suddenly empowered him so much that he knew very well that he could remove the whole building with his bare hands. When he got to the laughing Simeon , he held his neck and felt the bones melt under his hands like paste. Allen picked up Simeon and smashed his head against the windscreen of Mr Charles' car.
"Jesus ! Al! What are you doing?" Screamed the frightened Kimball. Allen let go of Simeon and stumbled home while Simeon lay in his pool of blood, as Kimball quickly rushed and bandaged his bleeding head with her handkerchief. A nearby chemist was called and Simeon was treated. Classes abruptly ended for the day and as all the students dispersed to different directions, Mr Charles paced up and down outside the classroom yelling "Where's the bastard that smashed my windscreen!!!"

Chapter 5


Doctor Stormsan emerged from the emergency ward and waved Philips Archeles to his office. Once seated Dr. Stormsan began to speak "Sir your son's case is bad, we did our best , the fever is down now, but the eyes are turning blood-red , we've checked and cross-checked our patient but we couldnt find the cure for his eyes."
"What about the excruciating pains and the splitting head?" Asked a worried Grandpa.
"The pains i think must have subsided but the more his fever and pains subsides, the more his eyes seems to turn more reddish in colour."
A short quiet silence followed, Philips Archeles thought about this new problem at hand, what might be the cause of this sickness? He wondered. Breaking his thoughts, the doctor spoke, "We might be discharging him tomorrow , if he is okay by then, but for his eyes am sorry sir, we're not sure if we can do anything about them"
"Okay doctor, thanks alot"


Allen remained indoors for a whole week. Daily sitting on the couch with his diary in hand, and a watery eyes that shown pure red. He didn't want to go to school to be mocked by his porous classmates. The next week wasn't better for him either and exams were already lurking around the corner. He had to get to school no matter what, as far as he could walk, and think, what was more! He thought, a big dark sunglass would take of his embarrassing eyes, he decided firmly.

Granny bought the sunglasses the and by Tuesday the following day, in a brown coloured top, a denim classic trousers and a large dark sunglasses with a sized hat, Allen was off to school.
"Hey man, what's this all for?" It was Sammy staring mouth agape at Allen as they waited for a cab.
"Are you going for a show?" Sammy pressed further just as they both entered a dazzling new taxicab.
"No am going to school, boy" replied Allen steadily.
"Why! School?"
"Yea school , and i want a moment of peace today Sam" Allen replied annoyed already.
"But i haven't said anything yet and you already annoyed" The confused Sammy replied.
"Why the sunglasses , have you broken your eyes ?" Sammy asked again.
"Oh my God!" Allen thought , " I will kill this boy if he tries anything funny today"
"No, if i did you have known" Allen answered casually trying to suppress his anger.
"Okay, but the glasses don't really look good on you, and the hat, oh God, you are crazy"

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A roar of laughter , coarse and throaty was the reply.
"You would be very useful to me sometime Allen, but for now, take your time, Am Aragon, your dad told you about me right?" and with that he turned and faced Allen who was still peeping from the behind the curtains. His face registered familiarity at once, he looked almost like granny ,with bushy hairs and dirty unkempt moustache, only that his shoulders and hips were broader and when he walked he seem to count his steps.
Allen wasn't sure if he was seeing a ghost or not, with a black hat that covered part of his face, making him look like a cowboy, Aragon walked up to Allen, grinned wickedly at him, then walked out through the door and slammed the door after him. Allen ran to the door at once, yanked it open, popped out his head, looked left and right, but saw no one. Putting on his shirts and trousers, Allen took his book and ran out of the house towards Ray Sammy's.

Sammy saw Allen running towards his house and was surprised and happy to see him.
"Wow, friend, you don't look good at all, you washed up".
"Am not good Sammy, am jinxed" Allen replied hurriedly.
"Hey man, calm down, i just made some sandwich , care for it?" Leading the way Allen pushed past Sam into the house, closed the door firmly and breathed hard, his head suddenly became so hot, as hot as the goldsmith's furnace. His brain was throbbing . His heart beating was abnormal , he was totally demented.
Sammy in his jovial and loud-mouthed characteristic manner rolled out more annoying questions.a.
"Hey man, are you okay?"
Allen grasped his head with his hands and pressed tightly. The pain in there was much than he could.
"Hey man! Don't! You might crack your skull you know, i know of a guy who cracked his skull with his own hands, the guy should have been alive now but...." Sammy rattled on foolishly while Allen was lost in a world of pain rolling all over the floor.
Allen was terribly irritated.
"when will this bogus mouthed friend of mine learn to think and talk sensibly?" he thought.
Sammy wasn't done yet with his speech, "......you know it was just like what was announced yesterday at the game park, and it threw all the boys into a frenzy....the...the...gracious God..."
"Shut the hell man!! Are you mad!!!" Allen exploded. Sammy plunged headlong behind the couch and remained still. When he came out, Allen was groaning in pain.
"Man i never knew you couldnt explode like that" he started but seeing Allen groaning, "Are you groaning?" He asked, his face white all over.
From clenched teeth Allen replied "No am munching, am munching your goddamn sunken brain!!".
Sammy only stood and stared, confused.

toykathy: lolz, be patient jur

Abeg help me tell am

Allen closed his eyes to sleep, then "Bang!!" on his window. He flew out of bed and gripped the bed pole at the extreme end of the room adjacent to the door. He saw a shadow pass behind his window, stopped in the middle of the window, then another "bang!!!" on the window glass, but this time Allen only hissed and cursed under his breath as he snuggled back into bed. The voice came very clear from behind the window, in a whisper.
"Come on man, am cold outta here, open the goddamn window". It was Sammy's voice.
"Go to your home, Sam, its night already, you can't play video games by this time, and if granny gets to know , you know what that means. So please go now, Sam!" Allen replied firmly, his face all frown.
"Oh no, you can't do this man, i would only play a round that's all man! Open up man!!"
"Get out boy!!" Allen barked.
"Big fool man!!" Sam fired back. Sammy hissed and cursed as he stepped out from behind the window and walked towards his home. Sometimes he wondered if his friendship with Allen had gone sour. Maybe Allen no longer cared about him , he thought. He remembered those days when they were nicknamed Sam-Al yea those were really good old days, but now things had gone really sour, poor Sam thought. He shook his head sadly and disappeared into a bend that led to his home.

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It was Saturday morning and Allen had little or no work to do. He did all that was required in the house and set down to read a comic book he had picked up from the City Library. Granny had to check on a friend and Athen was out with his chubby set of friends.

The sun was hot, and the air was warm, he felt very hot inside. He peeled off his shirts and relaxed on a cane-weaved chair. The door was slightly open and the windows were not closed, the gentle cascading breeze filtered into the sitting room, pushing the door close, a 'click' sound confirmed that the door was tight shut. Allen didn't bother to unlock or open the door. In the dining section, the fridge opened and the sound of pouring water was audible enough to disturb the reading of Allen. Throwing the book aside and casting suspicious glances around the room, Allen stood and next tiptoed to the dining, wondering who the intruder might since Athen and granny , the only remaining occupants of the house were out. Allen hid behind the wall and peeped through the side of the curtains at the figure of Aragon, seated casually on the table and seeming to drink the water from the glass cup, but the water in the cup remained at its original level. Without turning the figure spoke.
The voice was casual but hoarse.
"Allen Philips!" It came clear and audible.
Summoning courage , Allen asked with lips and hands and legs quivering and trembling , he thought he would collapse any moment in time. His feet wobbled under him as he asked.
"Who are you, what do you want from me?"

....continuation

Neil Hannah was startled when she saw her daughter.
"Why ! Oh my God! You're very cold!..." she screamed as she touched Kimball's neck and palms.
"...and you're shivering , what's this darling?" Hannah asked with eyes and mouth wide open in shock.
"Nothing mom, am ok, just a little cold, that's all" said the out-of-this-world frightened Kimball after the ghost episode at the playground of The Citadel of Mercy Church, but Hannah was not ready to take that for an answer, "Noo, girl, you look a lil-bit shaken, have you been running all the way?"
"Yea kinda jogging...yea jogging all the way" Kimball replied turning away from the all prying eyes of her mother.
Neil Hannah couldnt believe why she should jog all the way home.
"Why did you do that Kim, why did you've to jog all the way?"
Asked a bewildered Hannah. Kimball gently pushed past her way into the room, flung her bag on the couch and stepped into the shower for a warm bath.
After a dry dinner , that lacked gusto and relish she snuggled into bed, wrapped herself all over and the thoughts of the night's event filled her completely. She believed totally in ghost stories and was very familiar with several ghost trackers in town, she had even followed Stephen Shaw when he went with his crew to track the Malganean ghost that disturbed the neighbouring town of late, but tonight's ghost-like figure as she thought looked more like a ghoul than an innocent free living ghost. She was scared of being tormented or hunted by ghosts and if this 'ghoul', she thought hunt again , she would speak to Stephen Shaw at once, but her mother must'nt know about it , she thought. The poor woman had had enough for all her years. She couldnt continue with the endless streams of thoughts that paraded her mind, she drifted gentle into a reassuring sleep. The night was cold!

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"Are you ready for this man? You can give it a try, yea a nice dangerous try..." Granny rattled on to himself as he sat to a game of Chess in the middle of the sitting room with Athen.
Allen was in his room. He had a lot to think about , a confused and troubled youngman he was now. He thought of telling Granny about the ghost, but decided against it. He needed to tackle this on his own, needed to be a man for once. Well, he decided , if the ghost should show up again he wouldnt scamper off as he had done tonight. While Allen was lost in his unending flow of grave thoughts, the duo chattered on loudly as the chess game grew tense for granny and Athen.

Fran asoan: Hmmmm scary,,i hope i will sleep tonight

Lol...

I'll borrow u dis technique:
If u try falling asleep, u will end up staying awake thru out d night.

But if u try staying awake, u'l end up falling asleep.

Try it!
It works well!
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"Ok, so how's your STRICT granny?" Kimball asked, stressing the word 'strict', a little grin kit up her face.
"Strict? He's not strict and oh, he's fine, and how's your mum?" Allen replied looking concerned.
"She's cool, but not 'strict' like your granny" She replied broading the smile.
"Hey! Come on Kim, don't say that again"
"And if i do?" She was now visibly amused.
"I would beat you up, you've never seen me got angry before , have you?" Allen's face was set for a little kid-play, and Kimball was ready for that too, so she yelled "Your granny is very very strict boy!!" Cleverly Putting a distance between her and Allen.
"Ok you got it, you just won a full beating treat for yourself, come claim it or no I'd rather deliver it myself" With that he dashed off after her and the hot chase began.
Shrieking bouts of laughter erupted from the excited Kimball as Allen was in hot pursuit like an angry bee.
Kimball ran towards the play-ground next to the Citadel of Mercy Church, while Allen ran behind. Then there was a thick smoke, Allen couldnt find Kimball anymore, even her bouts of laughter seized, neither could she find Allen. From were Allen stood, at the back of the church overlooking the play-ground, he saw a figure advancing towards him, but this was not Kimball , he tried to place the figure, but found no resemblance with anyone he knew, except for a slight identical body build features the figure shared with Grandpa. The advancing figure was a stone throw away when Kimball stumbled in with a start. The surge of fear through her veins shook her from head to toe. The figure disappeared at once and the duo ran hand in hand till they got to the shopping stall centre where people thronged each other with blaring from angry speakers.
Kimball caught her breath slowly.
"Al, what was that over there, did you see the figure?" She asked amidst large intake of air.
Allen who was still frightened managed to speak "Yea, i saw him"
"Am so scared, and the smoke! How the hell did that happen?" She cried out.
"I don't know Kim, am scared too"
"Lets find our way home Al, we would talk about this next time"

Between shops and people they shuffled their way home keeping away from the dark and lonely places, while right in the middle of the crossroads stood the figure of Aragon grinning menacingly at them.

@rockhillz..welcome sir *pls do hav a seat, and relax, u cna get more hotter tea from d fridge over there! *

Chapter 4

"You deal with your mind, with your feeling, you focus on the burning light, you become dead to your physical environment , you become alive to the spirit world, focus on the flame..."
Allen was totally submerged in Stephen Shaw's psychic lectures. With focused attention he gazed at the candle in front of him and did as was instructed by Stephen. He could really something in him, it was coming, coming, and oops , spoilt as a familiar voice whispered in his ears, it was Kimball , saying they should go home, she was feeling uncomfortable and scared. With a sullen face, Allen stood up from the mat were he sat, durst his buttocks free and sauntered off the room while furious and angry faces stared at them for disturbing their own meditation . Kimball made a wave of apology at the crew and an angry Stephen then held Allen's hand as they made for the door.
"Oh, gush, i was almost scared to the death , back in there. We are really practicing witchcraft , don't you think so?" Kimball was saying as they got out of the room.
Allen tried to cheer up a little.
"Oh no, i don't think so, it was merely a trance or a vision, it could be anything but not witchcraft. " He replied half-angrily.
"You wanted to remain in there, right?" Kimball asked.
"Mee...em..well since you wanted ..."
"You just have to be open to yourself... Go in there if you are interested, sorry for disturbing you, I'd run along" Kimball said curtly and walked away.
"Noo, i want to go home, i don't want to be in there, am scared too" Allen said in contradiction to what he really wished to say.
"Sometimes i just don't know if you know you what you want."
"I do, i know what i want"

@toy, the wkend is workaholic but the wheather is cool..tx for the rain.
@Timothy, ur spell no fit catch me *learner*

".... In fact Shantelle's children determined to get Aragon frustrated, they signed a treaty under the name Philips Family, with Kambury that they never wanted the throne in their lineage forever, stating that were not interested.
A copy of the treaty was sent to Aragon, who in a fit of rage tore it to shreds declaring war at once against Kambury. Under the name 'The Saints' , Aragone fought for three years the throne of Kambury weakly supported by Nermis and Thermis who had no interest at all for the throne and had had enough from the bully Aragon. Illis and Sharon left the town and lived at the outskirts of Kamburry." grandpa heaved a sigh of relief.
"So this is the legend of the saints, and while the Philips - speaking of Shantelle's - were at peace with Kamburry , the Saints - Aragon in particular - fought against Kamburry."
Grandpa came to a stop.
"Is that all sir" asked Allen with an unusual strange deep voice.
"That's all son, except for a script Aragon wrote on his death bed which he handed over to his son. The script reads 'War with Kamburry forever - Aragon is coming back', but do you know what troubles me most son?"
Allen shook his head.
"Its the piece of writing your great great grand father saw underneath his roof on an early December morning. The scripts read: 'Aragon is coming back. But he is searching for a soul of his lineage to possess.'. We had all been looking forward to who he will possess, but we saw none, and..." Grandpa's voice came lower than before "...and son, from what I've seen of late, Aragon is truly coming back, whether to have his pay on Kamburry i don't know , but i know he's very dangerous and mischievous, you know about the death of my old friend Michel?"
When Allen said yes, Grandpa continued, his face and eyes grave and shrunken, revealing the strong bones underneath the wornout flesh.
"I could sware with my life, that Aragon killed him, but why he did that i know nothing of."
The day was now dark. The heavenly bodies had found their way back home to rise again tomorrow. The air was cool except for the occasional noise of crying and barking dogs.
"Go to sleep son, be sure to say your prayers, you've just heard about the real legend of the saints, and you should expect the worse tonight, goodnight".
While Grandpa went to his room and snore on, Allen remained in his former position lost in deep thought. He had always liked the name 'Aragon' and had often wondered why he couldnt bear it. He would gladly prefer to be called Aragon Allen to Philips Allen. An owl hooted nearby, a dog howled in the neighbourhood, Allen scrambled up the floor and almost ran to his room, this has already been too much for a night, he thought. He closed his eyes to sleep, he didn't say any prayers.

....continuation

".... The next child was a male also, Illis was his name, and the other twin brothers also- Nermis and Thermis and the last child, the only female , she was called Sharon.
When Aragon wanted to fight against his father for abandoning them he was stopped and withstood by Sylva. So Aragon as wise as he was did something , he formed the name SAINTS, using the first letter of their names. He used this name - tactically representing them all, Sylva inclusive. Under this name he sent troops to his father, stating that they were sent by the 'Saints'. Regan, not knowing the disguise refused to fight the troops claiming that he had no quarrels with them. The troops plotted and killed him and his men. When Sylva heard of it he called Aragon and suggested that they go after the 'Saints' to avenge their father's death, and these were the very words of Aragon in reply to Sylva - 'Brother, men can't rise against themselves , vengeance is done and am not sorry'. A confused Sylva sought for an explanation but Aragon gave him none. Sylva turned to Sharon, his sister, for help, for she had the gift of solving great mysteries and riddles, Sharon asked Sylva for the name of the troop that wrecked her father and his men , in reply Sylva said 'They said they were sent by the Saints'
..." Grandpa sniffed a little before resuming.
"Sharon shook her head and replied , 'You and I have just killed father, the troops were sent in our name'. When it dawned on Sylva what Aragon had done he was so angry, he simply turned into a huge eagle and flew away and was never seen ever again, but the name 'The Saints' still hung in the air and was popularly referred to the six children of the Lankshiran woman.",
Grandpa stopped abruptly, the wind blew silently and the sun stood magnificently out in the blue-black sky. Allen sat put determined to hear all of it today.
Grandpa promptly resumed his tale.
"Aragon was satisfied after his revenge , but he wanted something else - the throne of Kamburry - he tried to pool forces with his step siblings - Shantelle's children, but they were in no good mood with him for they knew he masterminded the death of Regan...."

....Apology

Pls everyone ..sorry for the short update and for the long absence ..lets see if i can make it up.. Thanks for your patience and understanding.

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I go put am for flax naaa or cooler self..

anyways thz 4 invitin me. Hw re u?

We thank God jawe..u

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*drops-on-all-fours in tears* Pls ma..so so sowi..dnt let ur anger burn me up..na condition na'em make crayfish bend.. am going to update asap..

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....continuation


"Regan had always had eyes for the throne , but was two deeply involved in magic to fight physically the emerging gallant soldiers of Kambury. He brought Cinder home to Kambury , but he left her after falling headlong again for Shantelle, but that was after Cinder had got for him six, i mean six good, lively and kicking kids. Two twins among them. Cinder cried her heart out, she was confused, she couldnt return to her people anymore and Regan 'clubs her with a truncheon' each time she went to him for help for the children's upbringing. Regan got married to Shantelle who bore him his legitimate children. Cinder all by herself in a dilapidated building night and day struggled and trained her six kids. Little did Regan know that his wonderful six abandoned kids were his doom. Shantelle's children had not even a pin of magic in their blood, but the S.a.i.n.t.s, Cinder's kids were commanders of the universe. One spits fire, the other commands rain, one flies at will, the other tells great secrets and visions, their powers were unlimited".
Grandpa paused as he smiled at the puzzled Allen.
"Cinder's children are called the saints? Why?" Allen asked.
Yet another puff and another smile, then he settled down.
"The s.a.i.n.t.s is an acronym of the names of Cinder's six children.... That the newspapers and the journalists and researchers never understood. They mixed up the whole thing. They said the saints were gods that....they're all lies, they got it all wrong. All Cinder's six children were called the S.A.I.N.T.S according to the position of birth!
The first child is Sylva and his twin brother is Aragon - the one you might have heard about. Aragon was very powerful and is still powerful".
Grandpa continued the story in a very grave and deep voice that sent bout of shudders to Allen's spines.
"Aragon took over as the head of his siblings because Sylva the first was a cripple, but cripple or no cripple he flew whenever he wanted. He was magic cladded. Sylva did all sorts of things no man ever did, but he was very soft and gentle, a clear character of a god. Aragon his twin also had doses of magic powers more than his younger siblings, but he was very hot tempered and arrogant...."

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Athen was locked-on to his video game in his bedroom while at the sitting room, seated in a solemn manner was Allen and Grandpa discussing about their ancestors. The gentle breeze fluttered through the curtains into the room. The day was cool and the weather was dry. This time their discussion was very mutual. Grandpa was speaking.
"The Romans got gods, they have the god of the sea, of the air, the soil, love, peace, name them, they're countless. That was in those days when men worshipped the gods with all enthusiasm and seriousness, but today how many do give a damn for a god somewhere he don't know , when he gat children to feed, and a hell of work at his heels, the gods could go to hell for all he care!" He paused a little and wiped off the spittle that trailed his jaw.
"When the Romans got gods like Poseidon, Athena, Hermis, Zeus, name them, lots of 'em, we here at Kambury at that time....my great great great grand father had not even been born, ...we here at Kambury got the great Saints as our gods just like the Roman got theirs. Those they call the legendary Saints, yea, they were our gods, but now no one even care a pin 'bout 'em, mind you they could still be existing, or they may not, but to be on a safe side we dare not speak against or blaspheme 'em or their powers......"
Grandpa paused, took his pipe and had a long draw and a long puff before he resumed his endless talks which had already got Allen irritated.....
"go straight to the point , old man" Allen thought angrily.
"Hear this son, Regan..yea, you remember him, don't you... Regan was one of your oldest and most legendary ancestors, he was a god, a great one for that matter, he is a god now, but there were times when he lived on this earth, a mortal like you like me.
Regan was very powerf, - though he didn't regain the royal leadership back to this family, - yet he was very very powerful , but he, like most great men, had one weakness - Women".
He continued after another puff at his pipe.
"Regan was a traveller. On one of his many travellings he met Cinder a very young and beautiful Lankshiran woman. Regan promised her marriage and brought her back to Kambury without her people's consent - she was then madly in love with him...."

Morning all

*bread and steaming tea on table for breakfast...lemme drop this update before climbing to the dinning table..starving*

Toy, Logo, dave, miss universe,
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....he turned his face away so she wouldn't see the grin that lit up his face, but oh he forget she could read his mind, hope she doesn't do that now, he prayed.
"Keep on lying, OK!, since you want it all to yourself no problem, am fine, you can stay with him from morning till evening daily for all i care! You might even not bother coming to school! " She replied shaken up with a surge of anger.
"Am sorry Kim, but its just..i.. ..i promise to put off all these running home stuff by tomorrow.
"Oh, why, so Grandpa said you could be 'free' and 'lousy' from tomorrow? " Kimball asked.
"Em.., oh, well..." he couldnt voice out any meaningful word.
"Don't worry see you tomorrow " She patted his rough hair and with a weak smile she walked away.
Sammy had been keen watching the Goofers play Cricket but often stole glances at the two as they argued on.
He had heard the word 'Grandpa' in their argument and decided it was a family issue and an outsider might be unwelcome. Now he was relieved that the argument was over but was worried at the abrupt exit of Kimball, without even a parting word for him! He turned to a sullen Allen.
"Why is she mad at you, you made her angry, didn't you..what's this talk all about Al?" Sammy rolled out his questions.
"She says am too old to be watched over by an my Granny" Allen replied casually.
"Who says so? Uhh? One is never too old to be corrected by a parent....infact at one's later years, one finds his/her parents advice very crucial and worthwhile that one can hardly argue when their parents say this or that ...." Sammy rattled on breathlessly in his characteristic manner.
Feeling bored of the tune the conversation had taken, Allen stood up and made to leave.
"See you tomorrow Sammy" he walked away while Sammy continued in his endless 'lecture'.
"No, wait, i have to tell you something you need to know, our parents are our light...!! "
Allen never listened as he walked on. He was not in the mood for Sammy's endless moral-imposing talks. He crossed the tarmac, while Sammy pitched his speech so high so that Allen could hear him.
"Are you coming tonight, to the psychic's lecture!!! ?" He blared out.
"NO!!!" Allen yelled back.
Allen was now a long distance away from Sammy.
"But why? See we could make out something very worthwhile from this teaching, you never can tell what tomorrow would be like...!!! " he stopped yelling when he noticed that Allen had boarded a bus and the bus was driving away, and he waving him goodbye from the windscreen.
"Oh God what a friend I've got" an exhausted Sammy gasped and sat down to watch the Goofers once more.

Dedicated to LogoDwhiz and Toykathy...


Chapter 3

WATCHING the Goofers play Cricket was as interesting and funny as watching a comedy movie.
The young club of St. Masin who called themselves The Goofers were not very good at the game. They were amateurs. The school had before employed a Cricket specialist to train them, but that was before a fight burst out and one of the employees' head was broken to the skull.
Now the school lost all its interest in teaching the students the game of Crickets.a. So they played randomly drawing amusements from spectators and passers-by. Allen as he sat at his usual place with Kimball and Sammy, his good friend, watched with less amusement and enthusiasm. As he watched all he could see on the playfield were names Jordan, Regan, Philips, Aragon ......ah!...he thought to himself would the names ever end.
He wanted the school over as soon as possible to get the full story out with! once and for all!
There will be no postponing again, he told himself firmly.
"You are lost again, must you always daydream?" A surprised Kimball asked.
"Am just tired Kim" Allen replied after returning from his world of thoughts.
"Sam says his going for classes today, are you coming?" She asked looking straight into his face as though she was gonna force the answer out.
"Em..Nope..i need to get back home as soon as possible , maybe tomorrow..."
"What's keeping you at home, is everything alright there? "
"Why..yea... Just don't want to keep Granny waiting."
"Waiting for what, in time past you do leave home and return very late, and you told me all you got is a little scolding from Granny...," Kimball was visibly irritated.
"Yea, but Grandpa says am becoming too free and lousy, so he wants to watch my steps now. "

But Regan made a mistake which led to the birth of the legend of the saints". Grandpa paused to catch his breath.
"You will hear the other part of the story when you return from school tomorrow, call Athen, its time for dinner".
Allen scrambled up feeling delighted, excited and less anxious , he went to other side of the house.
"Athen!!" He yelled.

"...Jordan at his death bed handed over the royal sceptre to Davids, the youngest son of the Astin Family. The Philips fought hard to regain the kingship to their lineage but failed as majority of the Kamburians were holding up the flag for the Astin Family.
Davids on ascending the throne banned all use of magic throughout the land, and that brought an end to the openly display of magic by the Philips. Many of the Philips were detained, others killed and some ran out of the city, the Philips family gained no recognition nor were heard of again, till the time of Philips Regan.
Regan who lived in Kambury here at that time acquired much share of magic and powers than any other Philips that lived then. Regan was very loyal to his lineage and refused to uphold the tenets of Jordan Anek, but any fight for the throne was useless , hence Regan decided to usurp authority over Kambury through the use of magic, spiritual and special powers. The whole of the Philips family lent their support and upheld Regan , hence the name 'Philips', once again became a 'terror' in Kambury during the days of Regan.

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"You want to know about the legend of the saints boy, are you ready for the story now?"
Allen could not believe his ears. He had been seeking for an avenue to broach the issue ever since they started talking ,..and hear him now ask him if he was ready. There was no time for words, a vigorous head nod was Allen's reply.

THE LEGEND OF THE SAINTS

Grandpa started talking almost immediately.
"Our family is one that has special gifts from generation to generation. It was believed that Philips our great ancestor was a magician, who had so much power that he could virtually command anything to happen. In his days he was king of Kambury..."
"What!!....so we should be from the royal household, and why!, you could have been king,,..and me a prince!" Allen bluttered out excitedly cutting Grandpa short.
"Easy son, easy, the story's just begun" Grandpa cautioned , a wide grin playing on his shrunken cracked lips.
Grandpa resumed , "Philips had total control of power in his days, he travelled far and wide collecting magic wands, spiritual gifts and virtues, he was totally a god on earth. He became so powerful that the people feared him so much, hence Kambury was one of the most strongest and powerful cities in his time. From his time till now his spiritual virtues and powers had always passed down to his lineage"
Allen opened his mouth to speak.
"Keep mute son.." cautioned Grandpa, "the story's still fresh from the steamer, wait and hear it all, then you can ask all your heart".
"Can we go on now?"
Allen's nod was vigorous.
"The trouble started when Jordan Anek, one of your ancestors, who for no just cause disliked Philips, hence he changed his name to Anek instead of Philips.
Jordan greatly disliked magic and since he was magic in-born he hated the originator of magic in his lineage. He made friends with the Astin Family and on a merry xmas eve he signed a treaty that Kambury would no more be ruled by a magician after him.

*Story mode 99.9%*

"No, i just i want to be with Grandpa"
with raised eyebrows she asked "And why?"
"Nothing"
She knew Allen to know when he was not ready to talk about something, so she pressed no further at him.
Allen swung his bag over his arm, waved Kimball goodbye and sauntered home across the tarmac towards the driveway.
Grandpa was seated outside smoking his pipe and reading the papers. Athen who had returned earlier from school ran around the neighbourhood with his friends.
The air was clear, perhaps no rain today, Allen thought.
A gentle breeze cruised the atmosphere and Allen thought this was perfect time to hear about the legend of the saints.
After exchanging greetings with Grandpa he had his lunch which Athen had prepared: steaming noodles with frozen chicken.

Promptly after lunch he sat beside Grandpa outside and talked to him casually about school. Grandpa was well aware that the boy must bring up the 'legend' stuff and he was decided to let him know his family story which everyone had heard even his own father and his mother , who was not even part of the Philips family except by marriage.

"You were thinking about your classmates behaviour towards me right?"
He was startled, he always was whenever Kimball spoke his thoughts clearly as though she could read his inner thoughts.
"Yea, i was embarrassed" He replied.
They both sat on the low pavement of the school fountain at the lunch stand in the school's cafeteria.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, its always like that with them, you should know better".
"You are not coming for the psychic lessons today, are you?". Allen asked Kimball after a short silence.
"No, am always bored with the lessons". Allen's love and feeling for things beyond the human mind drove him to attend Stephen Shaw's psychic lessons.
Though Grandpa wasn't aware , he never hid it from Kimball and even invited her to join. At first she liked the lectures but recently he noticed that she seemed uninterested.
"Am not going either, i want to get home as early as possible" said Allen remembering of the legend Grandpa was to tell him when he would be back from school.
"Unlike you, any special treat at home?" She asked suspiciously.
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