"Have you ever heard where women dominate men and govern a domain?" as I preach to men, and women, and children, and the forsaken living in the slums.
"Look over there! Beyond the seas, you can find them hiding…" adding, to where I jab my finger towards the direction of the island.
People in my home land call me 'fool'. It is because what I speak to my rhetoric was unconventional during my days back then and there. Often to what I preach, and I quote: "People are bound to change and there is no such thing as stagnation."
We all fear changes in everything that we reside in whether it may be a norm, a society, a culture whereas the circumstances are that impressive. However, we adamantly demand changes when the state or the head shoves us through with astrigent and punitive judgments. And as which the community perceives that the leaders who preside over them should be just. Mortals are insatiable; they,... we can never be satisfied.
"Your Benevolence, what gives us when knowing the utterance of your words?" one of the crowd speaks, asking the secret behind the tale.
By the way, this fool who is rambling is called as Gervðas (Gervthas) with an 'eth' between the letters of and in the adjacent of 'v' and 'a'. Or this, þ can be interchange with the character ð and þ is called 'thorn'. I am no noble and I don't know who my parents are. From the convent, I lived under the foster care of Rev. Amas. He took care of me with his counsel and his patience. Rest in peace, father Amas. When he died, I went astray further from the truth and what Rev. Amas has had told me. I joined for a several times in a various cliques in the crime ring circle.
"'Equilibrium'. 'Understanding'. And most and foremost, that is 'Love'". telling, as I pick the man off of his knees.
"Do we get endowed with something. Something of those what you have mentioned?" as it follows, the man stands before my presence with a warm sensation, inquiring.
"Rewards are earned. Greed asks for more. So, how will I satisfy your demands?" I return back the question towards him, as he wraps his arms around me with tight hug.
As I stand by my words, quoting: "A genius and a fool have the same qualities and the same traits on how they perceive the world around them." in one of my anecdotes. And in addition to my following quote, saying: "In the means of technicality, both methods deem unorthodox. One does prove his stance and one fails to do so." So in layman's terms; 'in mathematics', one adding to one equates to two according to theorists and books printed (1 + 1 = 2). However, the equation of: one plus one equals three seems irrational (1 + 1 = 3??). If one proves the aforementioned equation, then that individual is a genius and if not, then it is considered a fool.
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"As a citizen of Astünda (As-tyun-da). A subject to the Imperial Crown - Inglovia. We face trials, we accomplish it with good results. We pride ourselves in what we are doing and through good biddings, we believe that we will be awarded with handsome tributes." as one of the audience prides themselves, regarding to their resilience and stoicness.
I was hailed from the barren wastelands of Ðormogas (Thormogas). This 'Đ' is the uppercase of this character 'ð'. Our means of sustenance is stealing - banditry, ransacking, fraudulence, ransoms. Never been an agrarian because our lands are not arable and too infertile to even consider blooming a sprout. It is a desert. It is ironic because the humidity of the expanse is not that severely high. Ðormogas is cursed and this disgrace is what Ðormogasite diasporic. If people from another nation hear the word: 'Ðormogasite', it denotes that we are the parasites in the face of this world.
"If however, I give you an astounding bag of wealth. Will you ever be going to sway over to my side?" I propose, challenging him to a test.
"Of course-..." he pauses and he looks away, averting his eyes off towards the ambience of the waters.
"Of course, not. We will no longer falter to human coercion, mortal subjugation. We have suffered enough. Enough to make a plight to the overlord. Not enough to vanquish our will, however." he adds, defining themselves and their representation of an Astündan, in an astute tone.
"Thus, will you accept the words that I utter upon you. As a fellow mortal and as a missionary, presenting my flesh before your very eyes?" once again I inquire, offering them for me to proselytize them.
But one thing that has changed me is this encounter forever. Meeting her might be the turning point of my life because if she didn't exist, or she was too late or too soon to appear in that location. I may never have changed. It was a sunny day. High noon. Across the alleys, in the city of Wazsch. She was running, I bumped on her accidentally. She changed an insidious criminal into a respectful man who champions virtues. I was a pirate but when that encounter occured, I begin to respect the works of mortals.
"What bestows us, humble preacher?" he retorts in a sardonic manner, showing his demeanor with a strong sense of pride.
"I am glad, you ask!" I exclaim with the tone of joy and the mood of confidence, though, I don't feel the complacency of undermining his question.
I then continue: "Your strength to offer, your shortcomings of your acceptance, and your existence for both. Both for them - for others and for the ones who dwell up high." in which he approves of my word.
"Understanding, acceptance, and love are what my heart is telling you on how to live your life. Fulfilling your dreams without trampling others. Lending your hands with no questions asked to those who are in need - the wretched or the opulent, a human or a demi-human, a heretic or a believer. And living your life, to spread the kindness and tranquility confer upon you as to relay it to the others." I reinforce it by giving him, the lads behind him, and them their breath of hope that strangling them out of their despair.