Achiel was getting really impatient this time. He was looking at his wristwatch. He was pacing. He was jumpy. He was beginning to get scared and angry and furious. Occasionally, he would walk back to Grandmother's bed and touch the back of his finger to her nostrils to feel the warm breath. It was still coming, yet the force and pressure were reducing. He could feel it. Her breath was weakening and dispersing gradually. He couldn't really tell how long more he had to keep her alive. He couldn't tell how long she would be able to remain in this unconscious state before she eventually slips into gloom. The thought of it got him madder. It got him madder at the doctor. "Where the hell is this accursed doctor!!!" He cursed angrily, about to kick something in his way. But when he recalled what happened the last time he made contact with something out of rage, he decided to keep his rage in check.He shut his eyes and took in as many deep breaths as possible. He wanted to regulate his

At Achiel's roar, Roland jumped up on his feet. Fear swarmed him, his legs became weak, and he fell several times before he could get a balance. There was something about the roar of Achiel that even Achiel didn't realise. It was as though a million people with deep and husky voices had roared at the same time. Fear gripped Gilbert, too, and both of them scurried out of the suite at once. They couldn't even wait to shut the door. Achiel walked to the door and shut it. He walked away and returned to the room of Grandmother. He kept a long stare at her. It was quite obvious from the activity on his face that he was staring at the old woman as a stimulant to his own thoughts. There were a couple of things to think about at that time. Yet he didn't know which or where to start from. He heaved a heavy sigh. He looked at his wristwatch. It was 12pm. He sighed again. "If they know about the system..." He shook his head. "There is no way they do. They didn't act like it. They wouldn't

In a conference room in the Golden Crest castle, there were several men seated around a large table. At one end of the table, there was Roland, the Prime Minister of Jade City. At the other end of the table, there was the flag of USA seating on the table at the front of a chubby middle-aged man. The President of the US."It is such an honor to have been received by this unique nation, Mr Prime Minister." The President of the US started. There were a couple of dignified men from both countries seated around the table with their leaders. Both groups of men are from the US and Jade City. Of course, to support their respective leaders. "The honor is mutual, Mr. President. Shall we get into the details of this meeting?" Roland seemed quite dismissive as well as impatient. Of course, it was obvious what his concerns were, but he couldn't have shared it with the strange president. "Very well, Mr Prime Minister. We understand that the economic state of Jade City has taken the wings of Ea

Achiel was too stunned to make an exclamation. What did Grandmother just say? Does she know whom she was looking at? She was not looking at one of her sons or children. She was looking at him, Achiel.Though Achiel had admitted that he would be her son. But wasn't that supposed to be metaphorical? When did the situation escalate so suddenly?Achiel kept a long stare at her. He didn't know what to say or what to think. Perhaps if Grandmother said something else, she would help him a little bit. He kept searching her face. That feeling, which he suddenly started to have escalated too. It was as though there was a fountain of the deep inside of him that held all those feelings. And at this moment, the deep had burst open, pouring out a flood of feelings. Strange and funny feelings. Of all the feelings, the one which stood out was the one that screamed;YOU KNOW HER BEFORE NOW. YOU KNEW DOROTHY BEFORE NOW. Achiel shook his head, trying to throw off that voice in his head. He couldn't

"That was quicker than I thought." The voice of the old woman was heard behind him. "I don't know how it happened. I just found it here." Achiel replied in excitement. He was much more smitten by the sight of the tree than he was willing to admit. "You don't have to wonder. It is long overdue. It wants to be found. It led you to itself. It has been longing for you, too." The old woman explained. She was standing next to him now. Achiel turned to look at her. He was puzzled by the wealth of knowledge that rested in the brain of this old woman. Grandmother who would act as though she was clueless in the family meeting knew so many things as this? He shook his head softly. He couldn't really tell what the reaction was for. "Do not wait it out, son. Go to the tree." The old woman said. "Son?" Achiel was caught off guard by that remark. He could never have imagined that Grandmotjer would casually throw that at it. There was no lie. She definitely caught him off guard. Suddenly, whe