Finally, we arrived in Roma after spending hard and stormy days and nights. The harbor was filled with crowds. No more space for rushing out. The harbormasters shouted asked people to make up a queue for mending that mess.
In a near ship, fishermen embarked on their discoveries and locked the main exit way. I never fancy busy harbors even when I was younger and traveled with my father, it always disgusted me.
Stinker fishes were another part and I can't bear fish! Not able to swallow how people eat this creature! The taste and smell are both supposed to be terrible to me!
A man in white feature of roman fashion style arrived at uncle, whispered something and we followed him. The folk was going around and shopping, the carriages of vegetables locked someone's way, he urged to the farmer, "hey you idiot what are you doing?" poor farmer apologized and opened the way quickly.
In the gateway entrance, you can see all the different kinds of people. Merchants, passengers, hostlers… and of course slave-trading Bazar!
Children were running and following each other. The sounds of their laughter could be heard even further. Near a huge unfinished building, there was a man who cried out, "This Morthi serf is one of my strongest men, healthy and ready to serve you, a pure combat man!" He pointed to his muscular body and said, "Look at his robust body". Morthi is a poor country I went there when I was seven years old. We took them the temple boons to please heaven.
The Western slaver had wrapped the black cloth around his head and gave every person, one of those dummy smiles to earn some attention. I realized he must have come from Deserts. His eyes had shades of green and applied black kohl eyeliner of makeup on his eyelids.
We stepped out of the crowd which was shuffling around, but before we leave two Roman nobles a well-dressed woman and a mid-age man had fought for buying that bondman!
It was so painful to me how could they decide for someone's human living! But this is the world I'm living in. Uncle Shareeq couldn't bear that stupid chaos and stepped toward! He passed the slaver golden coins of Parthia which had credited all around. The man didn't pause, his mouth dropped and almost running! Uncle bought the slave and took the title deed parchment.
The slaver after witnessing that the fight crossed the line and guards had come to them already, gathered his staff, and left like a coward rat! The nobleman came to uncle and locked his way!
Ah, if I were him I would avoid that! Even at that age of sixty, my uncle was a scary combat man! He seemed to be an important official! Clear from his fine outfits made of silk and qualified to embroider fabric. The gesture on the edges made of golden needlework strings, another dark blue fabric with light needlework laid on his shoulder, shining under sunlight and teased my eyes.
Zia stood ahead of his father, shielded himself, and glared directly into that man's gaze. He didn't like someone who intends to insult my uncle, but he could defend himself better than anyone else if there was any need. But the man was fighting another person and it didn't make up a good preface in our mind!
"Is there any problem sir?" Zia said and we couldn't hide our grin for that cute childish pride and forced thick voice.
I heard Subaru murmured, "Our lion roared, don't make him furious or you'll lose face!" and the others sneered underneath.
The royal man had shown a light sneer then fade it quickly and said, "What are you saying kid? Let the elders talk".
Uncle poked and pushed Zia out of the way gently, but still with a clear squeeze on his shoulder, "Alright, I'm all ears and at your service", uncle stated.
Zia stood beside me and quietly said, "He is too rude, why on the earth father intended to pay attention to what he wants!"
I tapped on his shoulder to calm him down, "hey don't you worry just take it easy we are all here, he is behaving like this to the honor of Parthia and Parthians we are not feral creeds!"
"Don't stick out here, we shall make up our mission without extra noises", Rabin murmured to warn him.
I was agreed with Rabin and nodded at that! It was warm and I didn't want to stay there in a throng wasting time while my father is in the heart of danger.
Zia shifted his head to the others! Ario blinked at him with his gray eyes, his hand drifted back toward his sword where his sheath was. He didn't fancy a fight or blood pool, but the man had guards and had been covering his back. So being ready to stay alive is always the priority.
The Roman coughed and then said, "My name is Sathenelus, and I want to buy that slave from you, no matter how much money you ask for".
Uncle Shareeq shook his head slightly and widen his hand, "which slave do you talk about? I see no slave around me".
Sathenelus shocked and like a freakish person who heard something irrational blathered, "What do you mean by that? You just bought him from that nomad slaver".
He smiled in modesty, again replied, "He is not a slave, but an emancipated man like you and I, the color of his skin won't make him a slave to serve us, slaves are those who have been suffering by cruel tyrants and still kept being silent and tied a huge chain of fear around their ankles and living in a cage."
The Roman clenched his jaw and while drowning in the ocean of perceptions then pointed to his guard and took a long away out of there and left.
I didn't expect that the man left us gently and didn't consider those statements as rudeness, but not all Royals are the same. In some areas, if you look at their eyes directly soon you will lose the eyes on your head!"
Asana jumped on her chair. Marveled out of what she just realized!
"That means taking out your eyes only for looking at someone else! Damn I can't settle with it! Sighed! Dear heavens give me some superpowers at least to make sure I can do some favors".
The world she stepped in still was unknown to her! A parallel world with the same names, people, but different in manners, culture, and lifestyle! She thought it may be an ancient world, but it wasn't! The date was the same as Asana's world!
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Author Note:
Every one of you is Narrators even when you narrate a memory of childhood, I would call you all *Narrators* from now on this is our name, so the Narrators please support me by voting and boosting my energy. Let's become gods of this world of Narrators that I started!
Thank you,
*Naz*.