He usually twisted back and forth in bed, sometimes for hours, while he laid and feared for all that was on the outside of his house. For he was never any ordinary boy, oh no he was not. But it
wasn’t something he chose for himself. He didn’t even know what was different about him. It was just the way things were, and it had been like that since he could ever remember.
On the contrary to most nights and mornings, he woke up alive in a matter of second, after he gained the first part of his conscious back. For outside, the rain poured like never before, and which got him to regret something very badly, and he could feel it in his stomach. For that same day, earlier on, he chose to take his routine-nap even though it was clouded outside.
In the seconds where his eyelids opened for the first time, he raised himself to the side of the bed, which the speed of resulted in an enormous headache that went on for a few minutes. And even though he knew he should begin running towards the marked, as fast as he could, he wasn’t as dedicated as you may think he would be.
He wasn’t even certain on how long it had poured down outside, or how long he had slept. And the marked usually closed early on, especially when it rained, where the sellers would withdraw even after just the first drops.
While he was sitting on the low and teared up bed, which was full of ugly wood carvings, and every possible and beautiful, but misplaced colors, he endeavored to fight against the paralyzing
feeling which was about to take control.
Life in the village and at the academics was something that had the habit of sucking out all of his life-energy, and where he experienced to nearly die of exhaustion, in every situation where he felt pressured to endure what he thought of as unendurable situations.
And when he was not at the academics, he was therefore most often found in his bed; where he tried to sleep back some of his strength.
No one seemed to care about him or what he spent his time doing, and most people would probably prefer it that way, so it wasn’t exactly difficult for him to maintain such a pastime.
Well, with more thought to it, that is not accurate after all, for most people would probably prefer it otherwise, where he were to be as far away from the village as possible, or in worst case, slaughtered.
And if it wasn’t for the king’s law, it would have probably been his reality a long time ago, maybe even so early as when he was still a baby.
“None shall kill Asale”, was how the law was entitled to the list of laws, which everyone could see on the big and old boards on the outside of the king’s headquarters. Of course they had
a book too, and the boards were normally used for new laws, however, that law was for some odd reason, still hanging on the top, which it had been through all those years.
Asale thought it was strange that the king would make such a law specifically about him, for it wasn’t allowed to kill anyone else either. So why make this law that just punctuated the fact that he could not be killed, and why did the king see it as necessary?
Asale had asked himself that question many times, over and over again, since he first found out about the law. For Asale was nothing but a kid who did not understand much about the world, and who had no power to affect the worlds of those in the village; In other words, he was just a kid who had done nothing wrong his entire life.
A few years back, after the questions had laid low in his mind for even more years, he got a suspicion that the law was not only guaranteeing that he was not to be killed, but also gave some sort
of permission to the other villagers, that it was okay to harm him, as long as he didn’t die. But that would mean that the king either thought of him as valuable, or that he wanted Asale to be in
If the king wanted to harm him, there could only be one explanation, and it had to be relating to his parents, or maybe some other family he didn’t knew of. But why go through all that trouble, Asale thought, and if that was the case, why hadn’t the king done more to inflict even greater pain in his life? How could he be so patient and persistent, and be satisfied with the usual dose of pain Asale had to bare with every day, and not just end it, or torture him?
No, it had to be something else, which Asale only saw one alternative to. He, for some reason, had to be of some value to the king, in one way or the other. But since the king made a law that seemed to intent that hurting him was okay, but killing him was the limit, the value had to be other than love, for sure. The king was also a very rich and dominant person, who never expressed any love for the village or those around him, so it wouldn’t surprise Asale if it had something to do with power and money. But again, he was just a boy who knew nothing of the world. Everything therefore, had to be related to his parents.
But his parents were without doubt, dead, sadly enough. He didn’t even have a glimpse of a memory, for they died a few months after he had been born.
The first time he heard about the law, was when he was eight, and overheard it from some of his classmates, who had also been given a strict order about nothing being in contact with him.
In other words, Asale had been pretty much alone since he could ever remember. Even as a young child, when he didn’t have a clue about taking care of himself. So being alone is pretty much the story of his life. But things weren’t destined to stay that way forever you see, for Asale was neither dumb nor weak.
However, what I wanted to share before I jumped back to when he was sitting on his bedside, that rainy evening, was that neither Asale nor the village seemed to know why the king had kept him alive. They only knew the reason for why they hated Asale so much, and why they told their kids to stay away from him.
Asale on the other hand, had no clue about the reasons why he was hated and rejected so much. He did live pretty isolated, but that wasn’t the biggest reason. In the village, there existed another law, which was tagged a forbidden law. A forbidden law is more or less a law not allowed mentioning.
“Whoever informs Asale about the unspeakable, shall be punished with a deadly penalty.”
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