the rock girl; . Justice Takes Its Course

 the rock girl;

. Justice Takes Its Course

The pressure on Sophia’s previous school mounted as news of her ordeal spread. Parents, local authorities, and concerned citizens demanded a thorough investigation into the incident. The school, reluctantly yielding to public scrutiny, initiated a comprehensive review of the events.

The investigation revealed the undeniable truth: Sophia was innocent, and the boys were the guilty parties. Their actions had been premeditated, malicious, and dangerous. The school’s management had no choice but to issue disciplinary measures. Each of the boys was punished by having their grades reduced and receiving an official warning—if they committed any further misconduct, they would be expelled immediately.

Once the investigation concluded, the school management decided they needed to address their treatment of Sophia. The principal and several teachers visited her home to apologize for their unjust actions. They admitted their mistakes and pleaded for her to return to the school.

“We were wrong,” the principal confessed, his tone unusually humble. “We mishandled the situation and allowed bias to cloud our judgment. Please, Sophia, return to the school. We owe you the education and support you deserve.”

Sophia’s father listened in silence, his expression unreadable. After the group left, he turned to Sophia. “It’s your decision, daughter,” he said gently. “But remember, you deserve respect wherever you go.”

The Unexpected Ally

Meanwhile, the police officer who had uncovered the truth about the attack learned about the decision of Sophia’s new school to expel her. Enraged by their blatant injustice, he reviewed the evidence and found additional documents implicating the school’s management in unethical practices.

Armed with the papers, the officer visited the school’s manager. Sitting across from him in the manager’s office, the officer placed the documents on the desk with a firm hand.

“These papers detail violations that could land you and your management team in serious legal trouble,” the officer said, his voice cold. “However, I’m here to offer you a way out. Apologize to Sophia and reinstate her at the school. Make this right, or face the consequences.”

The manager’s face turned pale. He weighed his options quickly. There was no choice—if he wanted to avoid a scandal and potential imprisonment, he had to comply.

The Apology

The next day, Sophia was surprised to find the manager of her current school at her doorstep, accompanied by the police officer. The manager, visibly nervous, cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Sophia, we acted unjustly,” he admitted. “Our decision to expel you was wrong, and it was influenced by pressures that had nothing to do with your character or actions. We deeply regret our mistakes. I am here to personally apologize and to invite you back to the school, where you belong.”

Sophia stared at him, her emotions swirling. Part of her wanted to refuse outright, but the police officer’s reassuring presence gave her pause.

“Do you mean it?” she asked quietly. “Or are you just saying this because you were forced to?”

The manager hesitated, then nodded. “At first, I was pressured, but now I see the strength and integrity you’ve shown. You deserve fairness, and I want to ensure you get it.”

Sophia’s Decision

After much deliberation with her family, Sophia decided to return to her new school. She had earned her place there through hard work, and she wasn’t going to let anyone take it from her. However, she made it clear to the manager that any future injustices would not be tolerated.

“I’ll come back,” she said, her voice firm. “But only if I’m treated with the respect and fairness I deserve. No more excuses, no more prejudice.”

The manager agreed, promising that steps would be taken to ensure a supportive environment for all students.

A Happy Beginning

Back at school, Sophia was met with
mixed reactions. Some students admired her for standing up for herself, while
others remained skeptical. However, Sophia no longer cared about winning
everyone’s approval. She focused on her studies, determined to excel in her
academic and personal pursuits.

She vowed to continue building a
life defined not by the struggles she faced but by the triumphs she achieved.
And with her family, her faith, and her unwavering determination, she knew she
would succeed.

The police officer’s intervention
and the school’s eventual apology marked a turning point in her journey. Though
the road had been fraught with challenges, Sophia realized she had grown
stronger and more resilient with each obstacle.

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5. The Turning Point

 The Turning Point

Days passed, and Sophia remained confined to her room, her heart heavy with despair. The decision of the school’s management to expel her felt like a betrayal. They hadn’t cared about justice, only about protecting the wealthy European students who had orchestrated the entire debacle. Sophia’s only crime was being different—her faith, her Middle Eastern heritage, and her quiet resilience had made her a target.

Her closest ally, Lina, refused to let the injustice stand. Lina’s father, a Ukrainian diplomat, had contacts with high-ranking officials in the state. When Lina shared Sophia’s story with her father, he acted swiftly, escalating the matter to the governor of the province. The governor, outraged by the clear bias and mishandling of the situation, ordered a thorough investigation.

For Sophia, though, the damage had been done. The humiliation, the unfair expulsion, and the constant battles against prejudice had left her deeply wounded. She barely spoke to anyone, even her family. Her once-bright eyes were clouded with sadness, and her inner strength seemed to have faded.

A Father’s Wisdom

One evening, as Sophia sat silently in her room, her father entered. He stood by the door for a moment, observing her slumped shoulders and tear-streaked face. Finally, he sat beside her and began to speak.

“Sophia,” he said gently, “do you know about the palm trees in Upper Egypt?”

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “No, Baba.”

Her father smiled faintly. “When a palm tree grows tall, it faces the strongest winds. And yet, it does not break. Instead, it grows stronger, its roots digging deeper into the earth. Do you know how long it takes for a palm tree to bear fruit?”

Sophia shook her head again.

“Five to ten years,” he said. “That’s how long it endures before it begins to give its sweet dates. The longer it takes, the stronger the tree becomes, and the sweeter its fruit.”

Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes. Her father placed a hand on her shoulder. “You are like that palm tree. Every storm you face makes you stronger. And one day, you will bear fruit so sweet that no one can deny your strength.”

A Mother’s Tough Love

After her father left, Sophia’s mother entered the room. Unlike her father’s gentle encouragement, her mother’s approach was firm and unyielding.

“Sophia,” her mother said, standing tall and commanding attention, “do you know what we say in Egypt? If you cannot fight for your rights, you do not deserve to live.”

Sophia looked up at her mother, startled by her sharp tone.

“I will not coddle you,” her mother continued. “Life is not fair. It never has been, and it never will be. But if you let others crush you, you are letting them win. Get up, Sophia. Be stronger than them. Prove that you are worth more than their hatred.”

Without another word, her mother left the room, leaving Sophia alone with her thoughts. For the first time in weeks something stirred within her—a spark of defiance, a flicker of determination.

Rebuilding Herself

The next morning, Sophia made a decision. She would not let her circumstances define her. She would rise, not for the approval of others, but for herself. Her first step was to transfer to a new school, one where she could start fresh. The governor’s investigation had exonerated her, and the management’s unfair treatment was publicly criticized, forcing them to allow her to enroll elsewhere.

At her new school, Sophia found a different atmosphere. The students were more diverse, and the teachers seemed genuinely interested in their success. Though she was wary of trusting others, she slowly began to open up, forging connections with classmates who shared her values and interests.

Outside of school, Sophia threw herself into physical training. She joined a local kung fu club, channeling her frustration and sadness into discipline and strength. The training was rigorous, but it gave her a sense of control and confidence she hadn’t felt in a long time. She also joined a football team, surprising even herself with her growing skill and teamwork.

Each day, she pushed herself a little further. And with every goal she scored on the field, every form she perfected in kung fu, and every new friend she made, Sophia felt pieces of her old self returning.

A New Beginning

Months passed, and Sophia’s transformation was evident. The girl who had once cried herself to sleep now walked with her head held high. Her academic performance soared as she poured her energy into her studies, and her athletic achievements earned her respect among her peers.

One day, as she practiced kung fu at the club, her instructor pulled her aside. “Sophia,” he said, “do you know what makes a great fighter?”

She shook her head.

“It’s not just strength or skill,” he said. “It’s the ability to endure. To take every blow and get back up. You’ve shown that, not just in training but in life. Keep going.”

His words stayed with her, reinforcing the lessons her parents had taught her. She realized that every challenge she had faced had shaped her into the person she was becoming—a person of resilience, strength, and purpose.

A Letter of Reconciliation

One day, Sophia received an unexpected letter. It was from Emily, her former classmate and one of the instigators of the explosion incident.

The letter read:

Dear Sophia,

I owe you an apology. What we did to you was cruel and unjustifiable. I can’t imagine how much pain we caused you, and I regret my part in it. Seeing how you handled everything with grace and strength has made me realize how wrong I was. I hope you can forgive me, though I know I don’t deserve it.

Sophia stared at the letter for a long time. Forgiveness was not easy, but she remembered her father’s words about the palm tree. Its strength came from enduring storms, not holding onto bitterness. She decided to forgive Emily,not for Emily’s sake, but for her own peace of mind.

The Stronger Tree

By the end of the year, Sophia had not only rebuilt her life but had also surpassed her own expectations. She stood tall, like the palm tree her father had described, rooted in her values and reaching for the skies.

Her family watched her with pride, knowing that she had faced every challenge with courage and resilience. Sophia’s story became an inspiration, not just to her family and friends, but to her new school community. She showed them that strength was not about avoiding storms but about learning to dance in the rain.

And though her journey was far from over, Sophia was ready for whatever lay ahead. She had become the tree that bore the sweetest dates—a testament to the power of perseverance, faith, and self-belief.

A Quiet Walk Turned Dangerous

Sophia loved her evening walks, especially through the quiet streets lined with green gardens. The serenity of nature often soothed her, offering a brief escape from the pressures of life and study. Despite her past trials, she had built herself back up, finding joy in simple pleasures like the scent of blooming flowers or the rustle of leaves in the wind.

One particular evening, she ventured further than usual, strolling toward an area she didn’t know well. Though the path was quiet and beautiful, parts of it were isolated, with patches of empty lots and dense foliage. As she admired the landscape, five boys appeared behind her. They had been watching her for days, captivated by her beauty and determined to carry out a sinister plan.

The Ambush

The boys surrounded her, cutting off any escape. One of them, the apparent leader, held a knife. His sneering face betrayed his malicious intent as he pressed the blade to her side.

"Move," he ordered. "No resistance, or you won’t like what happens."

Sophia’s heart raced, but her face remained calm. She obeyed, walking with measured steps as they guided her toward a secluded, overgrown area. Her mind worked furiously, assessing her surroundings and their positions. The training she had poured herself into—kung fu and self-defense, would now be tested in a way she had never imagined.

As they reached a clearing, the boys shoved her roughly. One reached for her jacket while another began to unfasten her pants. She remained motionless, waiting for her moment. When one of them bent down to kiss her, she struck.

The Fight

With lightning speed, Sophia drove her knee into the first boy's teeth. The impact sent him reeling back, clutching his bloodied mouth. She didn’t stop. Spinning around, she delivered a sharp kick to the second boy’s abdomen, doubling him over with a groan. Her movements were fluid and precise, each strike aimed to disable.

The third boy lunged at her, but she met him with a powerful blow to the jaw, knocking a tooth loose and sending him stumbling backward. Before the others could react, she dodged a grab from behind, using a swift pivot and elbow strike to the fourth boy’s ribs.

The fifth boy, the one with the knife, growled in frustration and charged at her. His blade glinted in the dim light as he swiped at her. She dropped to the ground in a controlled roll, avoiding the strike, and swept her legs out. One foot connected with his wrist, dislodging the knife, while the other struck his face with enough force to send him sprawling.

Turning the Tables

Sophia didn’t waste a moment. Grabbing a sturdy branch from a nearby tree, she swung it with all her strength, striking the nearest boy as he tried to get up. He collapsed, groaning in pain. Another boy rushed at her, but she leaped, landing a flying kick squarely on his face. He fell, unconscious, his body limp on the ground.

The remaining two boys hesitated. Seeing their companions incapacitated, they realized they were up against someone far stronger than they had anticipated. One of them tried to run, but Sophia was faster. She grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and pressed the knife she had retrieved against his neck.

“Move, and I’ll make sure you regret it,” she said, her voice low and firm.

The boy froze, his face pale with fear. She ordered him to tie up one of his fallen friends using strips of clothing. He complied shakily, casting nervous glances at her.

The Aftermath

When the last boy was tied up, Sophia ensured he was immobilized by delivering a precise blow to his temple, rendering him unconscious. She picked up the knife and held it ready, just in case.

Her chest heaved with exertion, but her mind remained sharp. She couldn’t leave the scene without ensuring her safety. She forced the boy she had captured to walk ahead of her, using the knife as a deterrent. They made their way back toward the populated streets, where she could find help.

Seeking Justice

As soon as she spotted people, Sophia called out for assistance. A group of passersby, shocked by the sight of the trembling boy and Sophia’s disheveled state, quickly intervened. The police were summoned, and Sophia recounted the ordeal in detail, her voice steady despite the trauma she had endured.

The Broken Justice

Sophia stood in the police station, her hands trembling slightly as she recounted the horrific events of the evening. Beside her was the boy she had subdued, now feigning innocence and claiming, absurdly, that she had kidnapped him to force him into an unwanted encounter. His lies burned in her ears, but Sophia’s resolve didn’t falter. She looked directly at the officer handling the case and said, “Please, let me take you to the place where it happened. You’ll see the truth.”

The officer, skeptical but sensing her sincerity, agreed. Together, they returned to the secluded area where the boys had tried to carry out their heinous plan. The site was deserted, as expected, but Sophia pointed out the signs of struggle—broken branches, scuffed dirt, and a scrap of torn clothing she hadn’t noticed earlier. The officer nodded but remained cautious.

“What about cameras?” Sophia asked suddenly. “There are cameras near the entrance to the path. They must have recorded everything.”

The officer’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. He immediately contacted the manager of the local surveillance system

and requested the footage from the
time of the incident. Within an hour, the officer was sitting in front of a
monitor, Sophia standing anxiously beside him. As the footage played, her heart
pounded.

Sophia also found solace in her
faith and her family. Her mother reminded her of the palm tree they had often
spoken about. “Storms will bend its branches, but its roots remain strong,” she
said. “You are that tree, Sophia.”

“You’re not just learning to fight,”
he told her one day. “You’re learning to stand your ground, no matter who or
what you face.”

Determined not to let the situation
break her spirit, Sophia decided to channel her energy into something
productive. While waiting to enroll in another school, she focused on her
martial arts training and academics. Her instructor, who had heard of her
bravery, offered her additional training sessions.

Finding Strength in Adversity

 

Her father’s face softened. “Life
isn’t always fair, Sophia. But fairness isn’t what makes us strong—it’s how we
respond to injustice.”

Sophia, overhearing her father
discussing the matter at home, felt a wave of despair. “Why does it always have
to be this way?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Why am I the one who has to
leave when they’re the ones who did wrong?”

Refusing to accept the decision,
Sophia’s father filed a formal complaint with the school board. He argued that
Sophia had done nothing wrong and that the school’s actions were discriminatory
and unjust. However, the board, composed of members with ties to influential
families, dismissed the complaint without thorough consideration.

Fighting Back

 

The principal’s expression remained
neutral. “This is not a punishment. It’s simply a practical decision for the
school’s atmosphere.”

Sophia’s father was furious. “My
daughter defended herself against an assault and exposed a crime. Instead of
supporting her, you’re punishing her?”

The principal, yielding to pressure
from parents and unwilling to take a firm stand against the influential families,
summoned Sophia’s father to a meeting. “We believe it would be best for Sophia
to transfer to another school,” the principal said, his tone falsely
apologetic. “We cannot afford the distractions this situation has caused.”

Though justice was served, Sophia’s
troubles were far from over. News of the incident spread quickly through her
new school. Some students admired her bravery, but others, influenced by the
boys’ wealthy and well-connected families, began to whisper behind her back.
Rumors and fabricated stories painted Sophia as a troublemaker, someone who
"always found herself in conflicts."

A New Blow





The boy’s lies unraveled in the face
of the footage. Cornered, he admitted the truth, stammering through a
half-hearted apology. The police swiftly issued warrants for the other boys
involved, who were soon apprehended.

The video showed everything, the
boys trailing Sophia as she walked, their ambush, and the struggle. Every
punch, kick, and defensive move Sophia had made was captured in stark clarity.
The boy's knife was visible, as were the moments he and his friends were
subdued one by one.

The Truth Revealed

The video showed everything, the boys trailing Sophia as she walked, their ambush, and the struggle. Every punch


kick, and defensive move Sophia had
made was captured in stark clarity. The boy's knife was visible, as were the
moments he and his friends were subdued one by one.

A New Blow

Though justice was served, Sophia’s troubles were far from over. News of the incident spread quickly through her new school. Some students admired her bravery, but others, influenced by the boys’ wealthy and well-connected families, began to whisper behind her back. Rumors and fabricated stories painted Sophia as a troublemaker, someone who "always found herself in conflicts."

The principal, yielding to pressure from parents and unwilling to take a firm stand against the influential families, summoned Sophia’s father to a meeting. “We believe it would be best for Sophia to transfer to another school,” the principal said, his tone falsely apologetic. “We cannot afford the distractions this situation has caused.”

Sophia’s father was furious. “My daughter defended herself against an assault and exposed a crime. Instead of supporting her, you’re punishing her?”

The principal’s expression remained neutral. “This is not a punishment. It’s simply a practical decision for the school’s atmosphere.”

Fighting Back

Refusing to accept the decision, Sophia’s father filed a formal complaint with the school board. He argued that Sophia had done nothing wrong and that the school’s actions were discriminatory and unjust. However, the board, composed of members with ties to influential families, dismissed the complaint without thorough consideration.

Sophia, overhearing her father discussing the matter at home, felt a wave of despair. “Why does it always have to be this way?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Why am I the one who has to leave when they’re the ones who did wrong?”

Her father’s face softened. “Life isn’t always fair, Sophia. But fairness isn’t what makes us strong—it’s how we respond to injustice.”

Finding Strength in Adversity

Determined not to let the situation break her spirit, Sophia decided to channel her energy into something productive. While waiting to enroll in another school, she focused on her martial arts training and academics. Her instructor, who had heard of her bravery, offered her additional training sessions.

“You’re not just learning to fight,” he told her one day. “You’re learning to stand your ground, no matter who or what you face.”

Sophia also found solace in her faith and her family. Her mother reminded her of the palm tree they had often spoken about. “Storms will bend its branches, but its roots remain strong,” she said. “You are that tree, Sophia.”

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the rock girl 4. The Explosion Experiment

4. The Explosion Experiment

 

Sophia had always been a diligent student, pouring herself into her studies despite the challenges she faced at school. Her love for learning extended to every subject, particularly the sciences, which fascinated her with their blend of logic and creativity. She spent countless evenings in her room surrounded by stacks of books, devouring knowledge about physics, chemistry, and engineering.

Her latest interest was a school experiment on explosions—a controlled study of how small-scale detonations could be harnessed for industrial purposes. The project was titled The Influence of Explosions on Civilization: Harnessing Energy for Industry. It was an opportunity for students to explore both the destructive and constructive potentials of explosions in a safe and controlled environment. However, some of her classmates, particularly those who had mocked her in the past, saw the experiment as an opportunity for something else entirely.

The Plan

Sophia’s classmates, led by Emily, hatched a plan to sabotage the experiment and humiliate her. They knew Sophia was meticulous, always triple-checking her calculations and following safety protocols to the letter. Their goal was to manipulate the materials used in the experiment, increasing the quantities of volatile substances to create a dangerous explosion. They hoped to either injure her or cause such a disaster that she would be blamed and expelled.

“She thinks she’s smarter than everyone else,” Emily sneered as she and her group finalized their plan. “Let’s see how she handles this.”

Lina, who overheard bits and pieces of their conversation, tried to warn Sophia. “Be careful,” she said. “I don’t trust them. Double-check everything before you start the experiment.”

Sophia nodded, her mind racing. She trusted Lina, but she couldn’t imagine her classmates would go so far as to endanger lives. Still, she resolved to stay alert.

 

The Experiment

On the day of the experiment, Sophia entered the lab feeling both nervous and excited. She had spent weeks preparing for this moment, poring over textbooks and lab manuals to ensure everything would go smoothly. Her classmates, however, wore smug expressions, their plan already set in motion.

As the materials were laid out, Sophia noticed something strange. The quantities of the reactive substances seemed higher than the amounts specified in the guidelines. She glanced around the room and noticed her classmates slowly inching away, as if anticipating something disastrous.

Her heart raced. She didn’t need much time to realize what was happening. Quickly and discreetly, she began recalculating the necessary proportions. Using her knowledge from her extensive reading, she adjusted the amounts of each substance, reducing the risk of a catastrophic explosion.

Her classmates whispered among themselves, confused by her actions. “What’s she doing?” one of them murmured. “Why is she changing the setup?”

Emily smirked. “She’s probably trying to show off. Let her. It won’t matter.”

Sophia ignored their comments and focused on her task. Once she was satisfied that the experiment was safe, she stepped back and activated the mechanism.

The Unexpected Outcome

The room fell silent as the experiment began. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then, a small, controlled explosion occurred—a faint pop followed by a harmless burst of light and heat. The reaction was far less dramatic than anyone had expected, but it was exactly what the guidelines intended: a demonstration of energy release without significant harm.

Sophia’s classmates were stunned. They had expected chaos, not this controlled display. Some of them began to inch closer, curious and confused. However, one of them accidentally triggered a secondary reaction in an area Sophia hadn’t been able to secure. A small but sharp blast followed, sending shards of glass and bits of equipment flying.

Several students screamed. A few were injured, though not seriously. Panic erupted as the master supervising the experiment rushed over, his face red with anger.

 

The Aftermath

“What happened here?” the master demanded, glaring at Sophia. “This was supposed to be a controlled experiment! What did you do?”

Before Sophia could explain, Emily chimed in. “She was acting weird the whole time. She kept changing things. Maybe she wanted this to happen!”

Sophia’s face flushed with anger and disbelief. “That’s not true! I changed the setup because I noticed the materials were off. Someone tampered with them!”

The master laughed mockingly. “Tampered with them? You mean you didn’t follow the instructions properly. I told you, a girl like you doesn’t belong in science. Maybe you should stick to your Bible studies and leave the real work to others.”

His words stung, but Sophia refused to let them break her. She held her ground, explaining her reasoning in detail. The students, however, whispered among themselves, their loyalty to Emily keeping them silent about their own involvement.

The manager arrived shortly after, along with an ambulance for the injured students. He listened to the accounts of what had happened and examined the lab setup.

“Sophia,” the manager said finally, “you’re to stay home until the investigation is complete. We’ll determine the cause of this incident and take appropriate action.”

Sophia nodded, her face calm but her heart pounding. She knew she had done everything she could to prevent disaster. If anyone was at fault, it wasn’t her.

 

At Home

That evening, Sophia sat in her room, reflecting day’s events. Her father, noticing her quiet demeanor, sat beside her.

“You look troubled, Sophia,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

She told him everything—the sabotage, the master’s mockery, the explosion, and the investigation. Her father listened patiently, his expression thoughtful.

“You did the right thing,” he said firmly. “You used your knowledge to prevent a greater disaster. That takes courage and intelligence. As for the others, their actions will come to light. Truth has a way of revealing itself.”

“But what if no one believes me?” Sophia asked, her voice trembling.

Her father smiled. “Daughter, remember what I told you about the tree growing in the rock? It doesn’t seek approval from those who doubt it. It simply grows, strong and steady, until its strength is undeniable.”

 

The Investigation

The investigation lasted several days. The lab was thoroughly examined, and the students were questioned. Lina, who had been suspicious of Emily’s group from the start, spoke up on Sophia’s behalf.

“I heard them talking about changing the materials,” she said. “They wanted to make the explosion bigger and more dangerous.”

Her testimony, combined with Sophia’s meticulous notes and calculations, painted a clear picture. The evidence showed that Sophia’s adjustments had likely prevented a far worse outcome.

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the rock girl 3 Sophia’s days

 the rock girl

3 Sophia’s days

Sophia’s days followed a strict rhythm. After school, she would walk straight home, no detours or after-school hangouts. Her evenings were spent studying diligently, helping her mother with chores, and memorizing verses from the Bible. It was a life of discipline and devotion, one her parents insisted would lead to a fulfilling future.

“There are temptations everywhere,” her mother often reminded her. “But God watches over those who walk the righteous path.”

There were no outings after sundown, no impromptu gatherings with friends. Church attendance every Sunday was non-negotiable. Sophia’s family sat in the same pew every week, her parents listening intently to the priest’s sermons while she tried to ignore the empty rows surrounding them.

It saddened her to see how few people attended regularly. The grand, echoing halls of the church felt lonely except during holidays or special events like weddings or funerals. On those days, the church was transformed, filled with laughter, chatter, and warmth. But once the occasion passed, it reverted to its usual quiet solitude.

“Why don’t people come to church anymore?” Sophia asked her father one evening.

“They’re too consumed by the world,” he replied with a sigh. “They’ve forgotten what truly matters.”

Sophia nodded, though a part of her wondered if it was more than that. Perhaps people felt the church had nothing left to offer them, or maybe they simply didn’t care. Either way, it reinforced her resolve to hold onto her faith, even if she felt like the last one doing so.

At school, Sophia continued to focus on her studies, determined to excel despite the challenges she faced. But it wasn’t easy. Her classmates weren’t the only ones who treated her poorly; some of her teachers seemed to share the sentiment.

Her math teacher, Mrs. Turner, often ignored her raised hand in class, favoring students who were louder or more outgoing. Her history teacher, Mr. Clarke, rarely acknowledged her contributions during discussions. It wasn’t outright hostility, but a subtle, pervasive neglect that left Sophia feeling invisible.

One afternoon, after receiving yet another average grade on an assignment she had poured her heart into, she decided to confront Mrs. Turner.

“Mrs. Turner,” she began, approaching the teacher’s desk after class. “I wanted to ask about my test. I studied very hard, but I feel my grade doesn’t reflect my effort.”

Mrs. Turner barely looked up from her papers. “Sophia, sometimes effort isn’t enough. You need to engage more in class.”

“But I do participate,” Sophia insisted. “You just don’t call on me.”

The teacher’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Perhaps you need to be more assertive.”

Sophia left the classroom, frustration bubbling inside her. How could she be assertive when no one seemed to listen?

Lina noticed Sophia’s mood that day. “What’s wrong?” she asked as they walked home together.

“Nothing,” Sophia replied, but her tone said otherwise.

Lina stopped in her tracks. “Sophia, you’re my friend. You can tell me.”

Sophia hesitated, then sighed. “It’s just... sometimes it feels like no one takes me seriously. Not the students, not even the teachers. It’s like they’ve already decided who I am, and nothing I do will change that.”

Lina frowned. “That’s ridiculous. You’re one of the smartest, most hardworking people I know. If they can’t see that, it’s their loss.”

“Thanks, Lina,” Sophia said, managing a small smile. “But it’s hard to keep believing that when it feels like the whole world is against me.”

“The whole world isn’t against you,” Lina said firmly. “You’ve got me. And you’ve got your faith, right?”

Sophia nodded, though the weight of her struggles still pressed heavily on her.

One Sunday morning, as Sophia sat in church, a thought struck her. What if the emptiness she felt wasn’t just about her own struggles? What if it was about something bigger, a loss of connection, not just for her, but for everyone? The empty pews, the disinterest of her classmates and teachers, even her own doubts—it all seemed connected. People had forgotten the power of faith, of community, of purpose.

After the service, she approached the priest, Father Elias, a kind but weary man who always greeted her family with warmth.

“Father, can I ask you something?” she said.

“Of course, my child,” he replied.

“Why do you think people don’t come to church anymore?”

Father Elias sighed deeply. “It’s a question I’ve asked myself many times, Sophia. People are busier than ever, chasing after things they think will make them happy, money, success, entertainment. But in the process, they’ve lost sight of what truly matters.”

“But how can we bring them back?” she asked earnestly. “How can we show them that faith still matters?”

Father Elias smiled at her enthusiasm. “It starts with people like you, Sophia. By living your faith every day, by showing kindness, love, and strength, you can inspire others. Actions speak louder than words.”

Sophia took his advice to heart. She decided to channel her frustrations into something positive. Instead of focusing on the negativity around her, she began looking for small ways to make a difference. She volunteered to help younger students with their studies, offered a kind word to those who seemed down, and even started a small Bible study group after school.

At first, the group was just her and Lina, who joined more out of loyalty than faith. But gradually, a few other students trickled in curious, skeptical, but willing to listen. Sophia didn’t preach; she simply shared stories from the Bible and discussed how they applied to everyday life. To her surprise, the group began to grow.

Even her teachers started to notice a change. Mrs. Turner, who had always been dismissive, complimented her on her improved confidence during a class presentation. Mr. Clarke asked her opinion on a historical topic and genuinely listened to her response.

It wasn’t a dramatic transformation, but it was enough to give Sophia hope.

Lina, who remained her closest
friend, teased her one day. “You know, you’re not ‘The Saint’ anymore. You’re
more like ‘The Crusader.’”

And so, Sophia’s journey continued—a
testament to the strength found in belief, the power of kindness, and the courage
to stand firm in a world that often tried to pull her away.

Sophia laughed. “I’ll take it.”

And so, Sophia’s journey continued—a
testament to the strength found in belief, the power of kindness, and the courage
to stand firm in a world that often tried to pull her away.

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 the rock girl

2 Sophia’s days

Sophia’s days followed a strict rhythm. After school, she would walk straight home, no detours or after-school hangouts. Her evenings were spent studying diligently, helping her mother with chores, and memorizing verses from the Bible. It was a life of discipline and devotion, one her parents insisted would lead to a fulfilling future.

“There are temptations everywhere,” her mother often reminded her. “But God watches over those who walk the righteous path.”

There were no outings after sundown, no impromptu gatherings with friends. Church attendance every Sunday was non-negotiable. Sophia’s family sat in the same pew every week, her parents listening intently to the priest’s sermons while she tried to ignore the empty rows surrounding them.

It saddened her to see how few people attended regularly. The grand, echoing halls of the church felt lonely except during holidays or special events like weddings or funerals. On those days, the church was transformed, filled with laughter, chatter, and warmth. But once the occasion passed, it reverted to its usual quiet solitude.

“Why don’t people come to church anymore?” Sophia asked her father one evening.

“They’re too consumed by the world,” he replied with a sigh. “They’ve forgotten what truly matters.”

Sophia nodded, though a part of her wondered if it was more than that. Perhaps people felt the church had nothing left to offer them, or maybe they simply didn’t care. Either way, it reinforced her resolve to hold onto her faith, even if she felt like the last one doing so.

At school, Sophia continued to focus on her studies, determined to excel despite the challenges she faced. But it wasn’t easy. Her classmates weren’t the only ones who treated her poorly; some of her teachers seemed to share the sentiment.

Her math teacher, Mrs. Turner, often ignored her raised hand in class, favoring students who were louder or more outgoing. Her history teacher, Mr. Clarke, rarely acknowledged her contributions during discussions. It wasn’t outright hostility, but a subtle, pervasive neglect that left Sophia feeling invisible.

One afternoon, after receiving yet another average grade on an assignment she had poured her heart into, she decided to confront Mrs. Turner.

“Mrs. Turner,” she began, approaching the teacher’s desk after class. “I wanted to ask about my test. I studied very hard, but I feel my grade doesn’t reflect my effort.”

Mrs. Turner barely looked up from her papers. “Sophia, sometimes effort isn’t enough. You need to engage more in class.”

“But I do participate,” Sophia insisted. “You just don’t call on me.”

The teacher’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Perhaps you need to be more assertive.”

Sophia left the classroom, frustration bubbling inside her. How could she be assertive when no one seemed to listen?

Lina noticed Sophia’s mood that day. “What’s wrong?” she asked as they walked home together.

“Nothing,” Sophia replied, but her tone said otherwise.

Lina stopped in her tracks. “Sophia, you’re my friend. You can tell me.”

Sophia hesitated, then sighed. “It’s just... sometimes it feels like no one takes me seriously. Not the students, not even the teachers. It’s like they’ve already decided who I am, and nothing I do will change that.”

Lina frowned. “That’s ridiculous. You’re one of the smartest, most hardworking people I know. If they can’t see that, it’s their loss.”

“Thanks, Lina,” Sophia said, managing a small smile. “But it’s hard to keep believing that when it feels like the whole world is against me.”

“The whole world isn’t against you,” Lina said firmly. “You’ve got me. And you’ve got your faith, right?”

Sophia nodded, though the weight of her struggles still pressed heavily on her.

One Sunday morning, as Sophia sat in church, a thought struck her. What if the emptiness she felt wasn’t just about her own struggles? What if it was about something bigger, a loss of connection, not just for her, but for everyone? The empty pews, the disinterest of her classmates and teachers, even her own doubts—it all seemed connected. People had forgotten the power of faith, of community, of purpose.

After the service, she approached the priest, Father Elias, a kind but weary man who always greeted her family with warmth.

“Father, can I ask you something?” she said.

“Of course, my child,” he replied.

“Why do you think people don’t come to church anymore?”

Father Elias sighed deeply. “It’s a question I’ve asked myself many times, Sophia. People are busier than ever, chasing after things they think will make them happy, money, success, entertainment. But in the process, they’ve lost sight of what truly matters.”

“But how can we bring them back?” she asked earnestly. “How can we show them that faith still matters?”

Father Elias smiled at her enthusiasm. “It starts with people like you, Sophia. By living your faith every day, by showing kindness, love, and strength, you can inspire others. Actions speak louder than words.”

Sophia took his advice to heart. She decided to channel her frustrations into something positive. Instead of focusing on the negativity around her, she began looking for small ways to make a difference. She volunteered to help younger students with their studies, offered a kind word to those who seemed down, and even started a small Bible study group after school.

At first, the group was just her and Lina, who joined more out of loyalty than faith. But gradually, a few other students trickled in curious, skeptical, but willing to listen. Sophia didn’t preach; she simply shared stories from the Bible and discussed how they applied to everyday life. To her surprise, the group began to grow.

Even her teachers started to notice a change. Mrs. Turner, who had always been dismissive, complimented her on her improved confidence during a class presentation. Mr. Clarke asked her opinion on a historical topic and genuinely listened to her response.

It wasn’t a dramatic transformation, but it was enough to give Sophia hope.

Lina, who remained her closest
friend, teased her one day. “You know, you’re not ‘The Saint’ anymore. You’re
more like ‘The Crusader.’”

And so, Sophia’s journey continued—a
testament to the strength found in belief, the power of kindness, and the courage
to stand firm in a world that often tried to pull her away.

Sophia laughed. “I’ll take it.”

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The rock’s girl

1. The rock’s girl

Sophia walked through the crowded hallways of Oakridge High with her head held high. Her long, dark hair fell in waves down her back, and her schoolbooks were clutched tightly to her chest. She avoided eye contact with the clusters of girls giggling by their lockers or the boys who leaned casually against the walls, their voices loud and teasing. She wasn’t like them. At least, that’s what they said.

“The Saint and the Puritan,” they whispered when she walked past.

Sometimes they said it with a sneer, other times with mock reverence. The names clung to her, a mix of ridicule and disdain. She pretended not to hear. She was used to it by now.

Sophia came from a devout Orthodox Christian family of Middle Eastern descent. Her parents had raised her with strict values: no alcohol, no drugs, no dating until marriage. These principles were ingrained in her since childhood. To her classmates, this made her strange, even otherworldly.

Her only friend or colleague, as Sophia liked to call her was Lina, a fiery Ukrainian girl who had arrived at Oakridge a year ago. Lina’s family had fled the war between Russia and Ukraine, and though she had endured unimaginable hardship, her spirit was unbroken. She was bold, adventurous, and often baffled by Sophia’s quiet resolve.

“You’re wasting your youth, Sophia,” Lina said one afternoon as they sat together under an old oak tree during lunch. “You’re beautiful, intelligent. Why don’t you let yourself live a little? Make friends with boys and girls. Fall in love.”

Sophia smiled softly, biting into her apple. “You know why. My parents taught me that love is sacred, meant for marriage. It’s not something to be thrown around like a game. I respect that.”

Lina sighed, exasperated. “But it’s not just about love. Friendship! Connection! You can’t shut the world out forever.”

“I’m not shutting the world out,” Sophia replied calmly. “I’m just choosing to live differently.”

“Differently,” Lina echoed, shaking her head. “You mean alone.”

Sophia said nothing. She had heard it all before from her classmates, from teachers who tried to encourage her to join clubs or activities, and even from Lina. But what none of them understood was that she didn’t feel alone. Her

faith and the values instilled in her by her family were her foundation. They gave her strength when others sought to tear her down.

One Friday afternoon, a group of girls from Sophia’s class decided to test her resolve. They approached her in the library, where she was studying for an upcoming chemistry test. The leader of the group, Emily, had a smirk on her face as she leaned against the table.

“Hey, Saint Sophia,” Emily drawled, her tone sugary sweet. “We’re having a party tonight at Jake’s house. You should come. Lots of people, lots of fun.”

Sophia didn’t look up from her notebook. “No, thank you.”

“Oh, come on,” another girl chimed in. “Don’t be such a prude. You might actually enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t drink,” Sophia said simply.

Emily’s smirk widened. “Of course, you don’t. You’re too perfect for that, aren’t you? Too pure.”

The girls burst into laughter, their mocking voices ringing out across the quiet library. Sophia felt her cheeks flush, but she kept her composure.

Lina appeared moments later, her sharp blue eyes scanning the scene. “What’s going on here?” she demanded, stepping protectively between Sophia and the group.

“Nothing,” Emily said with a shrug. “Just inviting your friend to loosen up for once in her life.”

“Yeah, right,” Lina snapped. “Why don’t you mind your own business?”

The girls exchanged a few more snide remarks before finally leaving. Lina turned to Sophia, her expression softening. “You okay?”

Sophia nodded. “I’m used to it.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” Lina muttered, sitting down beside her. “They’re just jealous, you know. You’re stronger than all of them combined.”

Sophia smiled faintly. “Thanks, Lina.”

Despite her outward calm, the incident stayed with Sophia. She lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling of her room. A part of her wondered if she was doing the right thing. Was she really strong, or was she just afraid? Afraid of breaking the rules, of disappointing her parents, of stepping outside the boundaries she had always known.

She thought about Lina’s words, about the laughter of her classmates. Doubt crept in, but she quickly pushed it away. She trusted her upbringing, her beliefs. They had carried her this far, and she wasn’t about to abandon them now.

The next morning, Lina showed up at her door, unannounced but welcome as always. “I’ve decided we’re going out,” she declared.

“Out where?” Sophia asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just to the park,” Lina said with a grin. “Don’t worry, no wild parties. I promise.”

Sophia laughed despite herself. “Fine. Let me grab my jacket.”

As they strolled through the park, Lina spoke about her life in Ukraine before the war, her friends, her family, the bustling city streets she missed so much. Sophia listened intently, grateful for the glimpse into a world so different from her own.

“You know,” Lina said after a while, “I admire you, Sophia. Truly. You stick to what you believe, no matter what anyone says.”

Sophia looked at her, surprised. “I thought you thought I was too strict, too... rigid.”

“I do,” Lina admitted with a chuckle. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t respect you. You’ve got more guts than most people I know.”

“Thanks, Lina,” Sophia said, her voice soft. “That means a lot.”

Over time, Sophia and Lina’s friendship deepened. They were an odd pair—the devout Orthodox girl and the free-spirited Ukrainian—but they balanced each other in ways neither could have anticipated. Lina taught Sophia to be more open-minded, to see the world beyond the narrow lens of her upbringing. And Sophia, in turn, showed Lina the strength that came from unwavering faith and

conviction.

In the end, the names they called
her didn’t matter. She wasn’t just “The Saint” or “The Puritan.” She was
Sophia—faithful, strong, and unshakably true to herself. And that was
enough.

Sophia never did attend any wild
parties or drink alcohol. She never dated a boy from her school or let peer
pressure dictate her choices. But she found something far more valuable: a
friendship that transcended differences, a bond built on mutual respect and
understanding.

The ridicule from classmates didn’t
stop, but Sophia found it easier to bear with Lina by her side. She learned
that being different wasn’t a weakness but a kind of quiet power. And though
she still adhered to her beliefs, she began to understand that true strength
lay not in isolation, but in the courage to be herself, no matter what.

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the pharaoh's glory chapter 8

 

Chapter 8

Charles said, "Why don't you go to tell him about this idea?"

The vicar said, "No, me, he will have considered me unfaithful"

Margaret said, "And when you said his divinity will go with wind!"

The vicar said, "What do you mean my small lady about the divinity"

Margaret said, "You considered his majesty is the God for only you or for all world"

The vicar fell in hesitance and said, "Mmmmmm, fooooor all people of course!"

Margaret said, "And that means that he takes care of all souls"

The vicar said, "But the soul of our enemies must go to hell!"

Margaret said, "Yes of course, but if they don't know that he is the God!"

The vicar said, "What do you mean?"

Margaret said, "If he keeps their souls safely, they may believe at him"

The vicar said, "No, it is the victory, the glory and the big glory"

Samy said, "And the honor of humidity"

The vicar laughed and said, "What by the hell, do you mean by that expression "the honor of humidity"? Do you expect what will they do if they have achieved the victory? They will have made us as small pieces of food for wild animals and wild birds"

Samy said, "That is good, but his majesty will make a great new habit"

Andrea said, "And the love, did not you mention his great love?"

Didn't you mention that his wife "Nefertiti"?"

The vicar said, "I agree with you, but how it can be. If his majesty accepts this offer, how you can argue the others?"

Samy said, "That is easy! First go "dear sir" and tell him"

The vicar said, "I am afraid, he might cut off my head"

Charles said, "And you will enter the history as the first calling for peace"

The vicar said, "Mock me as you want! May God help me!"

Samy said," Let pharaoh hear us!"

The vicar said, "May I do!"

The vicar went with hesitating steps till he reached the pharaoh

He said, "Dear majesty"

The boys and girls moved also as they were not seen except by the vicar and they reached to the pharaoh. The vicar did his Talisman that made the pharaoh heard the boys and the girls.

Samy said, "Dear majesty! We know you achieved the great victory, but there is another great victory waiting for you!"

The pharaoh looked around and looked at the vicar and said, "Who is taking?"

The vicar said, "Keep your balance and keep calm, dear majesty!"

The pharaoh said, "Tell me who is talking? Are they the souls to kill me and finish the war?"

The vicar said, "No, I swear with my God it didn't go"

The pharaoh said, "Then, who are they?"

The vicar murmured

Margaret talked in hurry, "We are the souls of peace and souls of safe"

"What?" The pharaoh asked.

Charles said, "We are the souls of peace"

The pharaoh said, "No, no, you are the worst souls!"

Andrea said, "No, we come to you to get you a great victory"

The pharaoh wondered and said, "More than that victory. It will contain war and fighting!"

Samy said, "No, it will not contain the peace, the hero of war and peace will be "Ramses II""

The pharaoh said, "What a peace?"

Andrea said, "Peace for that battle's, peace for love and for happy"

The pharaoh said, "What a peace? Say something!" He looked at the vicar.

The vicar said, "The peace between you and your …."

The vicar stopped.

The pharaoh said at anger, "Tell me with your bad devil with whom?"

The vicar said in fear voice, "With your enemies!"

The pharaoh said at complete revolution of anger, "No, you are unfaithful guy, you deserve to be killed and you make those spirits to achieve your bad aim!"

The vicar said, "Kill, no my majesty! I came here to tell you about a new civilization and a new world. The Egyptians don't like the blood bleeding and the killing"

The pharaoh said in moderate mood," That is true, and as I am the pharaoh of the modern world how can I achieve the peace between me and the enemies? Look if they had achieved this victory, they would do that peace!"

Charles said, "My only hero, if you achieve that peace, you will be ready to establish a great land and great rule. You are only one all over that world who will deserve it"

Pharaoh said, "What?"

Samy said, "Yes, no war, no hate. All power will go and move to build a great and an advanced land all over the world"

The pharaoh said, "Like what?"

Margaret said, "As in cultivate lands, in industry, in astronaut and in soldiering"

Andrea took the end of speech and said, "And the love, you can build great temples for you and your lover Nefertiti"

The pharaoh said with great smile, "Do you know about my beauty woman?"

Margaret said, "The land and the sky knew that!"

The pharaoh said with amazing look, "Knew that!"

Samy said in arguing speech, "Tell us what your opinion!"

The pharaoh said in mocking voice, "About what?"

Margaret said, "About the peace!"

He looked at his vicar and asked, "What is your opinion?"

The vicar said, "My opinion is which you see my lord. I see it"

The pharaoh said, "What? I take your opinion at marriage! You should tell me in frank. What is your opinion?"

The man said, "It is good idea and who has the will like you can make everything he wants for the human body and all creatures!"

The pharaoh said in a mock smile," Me!''

The vicar, the boys and the girls said at the same voice," Yes! Dear majesty!''

The pharaoh said with hesitating voice, "I accept with one condition"

They all said in astonishment, "What?"

The pharaoh repeated, "With one condition!"

They all said "What?"

He said, "As I am the hero here and I am getting the victory. So, the enemy must begin to call for the peace."

They all said," What? How can it be?"

They looked at each other and Samy said," Dear hero, we all knew you are getting the victory, but the blood and those corps are very bad to human sense, you are the hero and you said you are the king who take care of his nation, and these corps are also indeed were needed to yours. You are taking care of your nation life and safe and also the people who will tend to be killed at the war"

He said," I know, I know but that is my condition"

Andrea with his wide blue eyes and said to her friends," Let's go and try with the other king"

They could cross the ways as the swords, arrows and the lances could not touch them, but the view of war making them in horror and fear. So, they became very eager to stop this awful war.

They could finally reach and become near the second Muatlli. Charles could stop his horse and beauty Margaret became nearest the king's ear and said," Dear majesty!"

The king got troubled and made his horse in bad temper that made it in bad mode. It moved here and there in circle making its neigh in loud. The king's heart was filled with fears he saw four horses moving without any knight or rider. They all could stop again and Andrea said," Dear majesty!"

The king looked with horror and said, "Who are here? Who are yoou?"

They all said," We are the angels of mercy!"

We come to make the happy

We came to establish the beauty

Of life without war and angry"

The king said," Angels of mercy, beauty, angry! Then you are may the devils' prophets"

Charles said," No, we are the angels of mercy!"

The king said," Then, show me!"

Samy said, "The victory and the beating of Ramses II who is your basic enemy! These is awful Ramses II"

Margaret said, "You don't know completely, we are the angels of mercy to establish the peace, the calm and the safe"

The king said, "Good, gooood! So you can stop this awful war!"

They said, "What?!"

The king said at bad and loud voice, "What?!"

He completed, "When I ask you to do a wish you said that word as stupid guys, you are not the angels but you are the devils and criminals and if you don't go, I will burn that bad place with all guys and animals"

His horse neighed again. The king stroke its nick slightly and said, "Go now!"

Samy said, "We said what we could do!"

The king's face smiled as he got finally end of his big beat and said, "Then do it!"

Charles said" You know you are near to be beaten''

The king said," Me, no there are more turns. Who can say that? I am the hero and the victory is by my side"

They all said at one sound, "What about more bloods and injuring persons?"

The king said," But finally, I will get the victory"

Andrea said,'' And those who the death had kidnapped their souls. Who can return them?"

The king smiled in idiots.

Margaret said, "So call for peace!"

The king laughed in wondered, smiled and said, "Call for peace! So I must go in that battle and said, "Who saw the lost peace? Who saw him?"

Andrea said, "No, no dear majesty! You must tell the pharaoh to deal a peace agreement"

The king said at amazing, "And what are you doing?

Charles said, "You agree for the peace!"

The king said after silent and thinking, "Yes, but under one condition"

They said at one voice, "Your enemy asks for peace first!"

He said at astonishment, "What? How do you know?"

He continued, "I become trusting you as angels of mercy, so show me!"

They all gathered away of the king.

Samy said, "This is a big problem! How can we deal with this problem?

Margaret said, "Every king proud of himself and don't look to his soldiers, what do they suffer and face of weak? What are they feeling when they became nearest to death? All wanted to get the honor of victory."

Charles said, "All of them looked in ego and forgot the other human rights"

Andrea said, "Why don't we think in spite of taking at useless words? Making them at wise act?"

Margaret said," What? The wise men are best than us!"

Andrea said at nerves and loud voice, "Yes of course!"

Charles became nearer to her and said at nervous, "And our job isn't good? Isn't good?"

Samy said, "Hschhhhh! I've got an idea"

They all said, "Tell us"

He said," We will mock both of them!"

They said, "How?"

He said, "That is easy! So follow me!"

He told them.

Then, they went to the king again and said, "The pharaoh will do what you ask!"

The king said," Certainly! "He talked at low sound," How can the winner ask for peace that is mad and stupid think?"

He remembered his arrogance. He murmured,' 'As you said!"

He continued "If I am the winner

I still at fight, fight

Till I got the fighter

Yes, my name will bright

Every enemy will be escaper

My name will dig at sight

To be immortal forever"

Andrea said, "Dear majesty! Who do the winning?"

The king amazed at silent

Margaret said," the soldiers and the fate which was written before you…."

The king interrupted her and said, "I don't understand what you say!"

The king continued, "Go forward and do not backward"

Andrea said," The pharaoh will not do!"

The king became angry," Who said he is the winner, he must prove that!"

Andrea said, "I don't mean that you are the beaten!"

Charles said in hurry "The warrior goes in forward not backward until he made a mock plane!"

The king said with suddenly smile and loud voice as one got treasure suddenly, "Yes! What do you want to do?"

"And if the pharaoh goes aside or back or downs his sword and enters it in its pod. Is it a sign enough to stop or call for peace?" Samy committed.

The king said, "Hmmmm. It may be!"

Andrea said, "Please dear king, it is certainly!"

The king said, "I said "it may be! Who can stop again my opinion?"

Samy said, "No one, but we still have unseen power, we can send you at the deeper land now!"

The king said, "You "and laughed." you are little angels" he continued.

After he had finished his words, Samy took his sword and hardly carried it while the king tried to prevent him by his hand and Andrea bit him strongly at hurry. Charles pushed him, when the horse fell down as Samy stroke its back legs strongly with the back of sword. Margaret and Andrea with Samy left the sword up toward the face of the king.

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the highest home chapter5

 

Chapter 5

The king suddenly entered

The king said,'' Give him also the keys"

He faced the man

And said, 'you will be the case safer

If you did wrong you will be killed"

The man changed his mood

He shouted, "Live king, live king!"

The man remembered that woman

He hurried and asked

Her to marry him

She hesitated

She said," under three conditions."

 The woman said, "There are three conditions

First let me pray to my God

At night

Second let me fast

Two days at a week

And three at middle of the month

And you pray to your God 

This is the third

What do you say''

The man accepted

He began to pray

He married her

He felt he had a treasure

More than any treasure

He felt his life began

He sensed the life smiled

He tried to be honest

And told her every pet

He memorized every song

That talked about love

They lived in rosy dream

They had honey in dream

Till he heard about collusion

The minster planned to kill the king

And have kingdom and be a king

The man told the king

The king ensured from that

He laughed and said,

Facing the minister in sad,''

Why was the man created in hurry?

I wanted to give you the crown

After my son was gone

He was killed doing his roll

Defending against the dull

But you hide the worst

You deserved to be killed

But I wanted any harm

Go fast and dismissed"

The king went in sad

His door was closed

Then he invited to big celebration

The celebration contained imagination

Acrobatic and magic motion

The king announced an important decision

 

 

 

 

 

 

The king said in loud

Between his nations those were gathered

He said," my son had dead

In a war as a knight

He was brave and could fight

To get our kingdom free and advanced

Live my son and his spirit

Live my son with angles at side

Where is no dark but light"

The people repeated that word

He said, "As I lost my son

The minster was discovered as unfaithful

I found the life is awful

The enemies surrounded our wall

I got old at all

I announced that man is your king

He will govern withy very justice

He will lead you to advance

And make your land in brilliance"

The man stood and said,''

Dear majesty, "do you know

Who am I?

I may be a liar"

The king closed his mouth

He said," I knew everything''

He whispered in his ear,"

You were jailed as a thief

And got your freedom

Till you got your function''

He faced the people saying

"Salute your future king"

The people said,"

Live our king,

Live our king"

The man stood and cried

He thanked his king and said''

The favor is for my master

Live our king

Live our king"

The kingdom lived in advanced

The justice was established

Every span was green

Every place was clean

The hearts got kind

The thinking for civil was for mind''

The boy laughed and said

"That I had said

I will build every stone

Of cloud and the ice tie

 With love and clear mind"

Its lands will be of ice

That will be white in appearance

It will be surrounded with its clearance

It will be colored with butterfly

Those bring roses at high'

We laughed and said,"

How will it be carry

At high level of the sky?

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