*** SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS LATER
EDEVIN CITY
His Head laced in Grey hair with some of it fallen off, rendering him an almost bald old man. Dressed in oversized clothing, he slowly walks out of his room with a stick assisting his sluggish movements.
He finds his way to the corner of the room facing the path leading to the passage of the room he had came out from, and sat himself down on the single chair with a squeak sound coming out of it.
Stretching out his hand, he reached for the piles of roughly arranged sheets placed on the small sized table beside him.
When he had gotten hold of the sheets, he squeaked his chair back and forth as he continue to turn the pages in a sluggish way.
After several pages of read through, a girl measuring four feet, not more than ten years of age, came out of the room facing the one Shakir had come out of.
"yawnnn...."
