Story: The Legend Of The S.A.I.N.T.S - Season 1 - Episode 3

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Story: The Legend Of The S.A.I.N.T.S - Season 1 - Episode 3

The silence was unbecoming for Allen who had watched Grandpa’s face change and lost in thought at his request of the legend story, a deep thinking had fell on Grandpa but now Allen saw that Grandpa was back from his deep thought and should be ready to talk.
“Grandpa?”
“Yes son”
“Tell me about the legend of our ancestors” Allen said quietly.
“It would do you no good” was the reply.
“No, it would make me more informed about who i am, and the type of people i originated from.” Allen replied , already getting irritated.
“Perhaps you could go and read it in the papers”
“I’ve done that severally, but i think there’s more to it”
“You have read it? When?” Grandpa asked with raised brows.
“At school , my friends always wanted to know about one thing or the other, so one day i bought the magazine and took to school and we all read it together …..but there were so many questions on my mind after reading it, and i thought the questions would be cleared if you tell me the whole story yourself”. Allen concluded , not sure what grandpa’s response would be.
“What kind of questions are bothering you son?” He knew where questions would arise from, but he never wanted to loose his grandson to Aragon.
“Em…questions like…like..after the peace treaty was signed, why did Aragon destroy the copy sent to him?”
Grandpa hesitated. The question could only be answered with the full story told.
Reluctantly he said, “Lets discuss this some other time, its really cold now, and the night’s far spent.”
Resolving to go to sleep, he stood up and sighed briefly, he would ask Grandpa later the next day Allen thought.
Pointing to Athen who had sprawled on the floor deep in sleep Grandpa said, “Put your brother to bed, and goodnight”.
He kissed him and walked out of the room feeling exhausted.
Allen took up his brother and with light strides he went to the bedroom that hoarded them both. First thing after school tomorrow, he decided was to get Grandpa tell him about THE LEGEND OF THE SAINTS.

Neil Kimball stepped into the lecture hall just as hissed and remarks circulated the room. She wasn’t bothered, head held high with calculated steps, she secured a seat near Allen and after a brief casual greeting, was seated, listening attentively to Mrs Armstrong, the Java lesson teacher for St. Main Charity School , Kambury.
The school was donated to the Kamburian citizens by the philanthropist Jean Keg, a native of Kambury who owned several charity organization in town and out of town. Kambury could now boast of modern technology-based school, were literally almost all subjects and technical courses were taught.

At Mrs Armstrong’s last lecture the previous day, she had designed a webpage using javascripts, which she did as an example for the students, she had then told them to do their’s in the school computer room and submit it via online online service to her office mail immediately after lunch.
When she got to class later in the day, during the evening lectures she had praised Neil Kimball for being the best programmer much to the envy and jealousy of her colleagues. Though Allen knew much about Javascripts, he had gotten a lower mark for his programming, but he didn’t see any reason to envy Kimball who had scored highest. Kimball, he knew was a very smart and brilliant girl and she deserved any appraisal any day any time.

Kimball knew Allen was not the type to get envy or jealous about other persons success , or to boo at other people because and this quality she respected in him which seemed like no other classmate had.
Before her entrance into St. Masin Charity school, Kimball had first met Allen at the Youth empowerment programme launched by the Citadel of Mercy, the biggest and most populous church in Kambury . Since then they had been good friends. Their friendship was strengthened more when they learnt that they were both distant cousins of the Philips family.
Allen on his part had always had respect and held Kimball in high esteem, whom he had considered perfect all round , in facial appearance, an bookwork, in sports, socially, in all sphere of life! She was so perfect to Allen that she became his model!

As he sat in the classroom next to Kimball , he felt angry at the awkward behavior of his classmates to her. He didn’t see why they should ridicule Kimball simply because she was brilliant!
His mind strayed on. He thought if he had special powers, he would deal mercilessly with them. He was thinking when he felt a hand wave across his face. Reality hit him fast as he returned to the classroom from the world of daydreaming and behold all eyes were on him, anxious, puzzled eyes, even Kimball was not left out! She had waved her hand across his face when to her surprise he didn’t respond to Mrs Armstrong’s question though he was staring straight at her.

To Be Continued…