CHAPTER THREE
ADAM SMITH'S POV
I can't sincerely remember the last time I entered the sun or got so close to direct sunlight, I rather stare from my balcony or window with disgust at the enormous light that almost ruined my life without mercy.
My mother said, I was like that from birth, I screamed at the sight of sun or bright light leaving me with serious burns like I was hurt by fire. My room has always been decorated with dark colors, curtains, bedspread, tables, ceiling, and floor. The lights in my room aren't bright so much and I got used to such life from an early stage.
I hated the sun so much for this, I never had a playful childhood or youth, I couldn't run under the sun with my friends, I was cut out of all the exciting moments and I would just sit under a full shade watching with drawn interest.
The only time I got to do that was when the rain was falling, and strangely parents don't let their kids under the rain for long, and again I was left alone.
Sometimes, I get so annoyed and stubbornly try to enter the sun, expecting the worst, you won't believe how briskly I ran from it, in total fear. Kids see me as a weirdo, the one always with a black umbrella, thank God my parents were rich, the so-called skin disease would have killed me early in childhood.
The sun burns down to my bones, pealing off my skin like I was pressed with a hot iron and every feel of it makes me sick. As an adult now, I have turned to so many means to kill the side effects of a human being entering the sun, my car is sufficiently protected from the sun and every step of mine inside the sun attracts a well-fashioned umbrella that keeps me warm and safe up till now.
Even my house is well protected from direct sunlight, I use thick window blinds that only permit little light to peer in at a time and you may say I'm allergic to sun just like the world has declared but I would say it's something else, I'm a special being, a rare breed at that.
Having the presidency as a shied, my life is discreetly kept from the public even the housekeepers know very well to keep their boundaries. Not everyone comes into my room even my wife is meticulous when entering, she knows the appropriate time to get in and knows when I'm doing this or that.
So far I have seen and known life, making decisions is the most difficult move one has to take at every point in life. Being the President has posed a lot of stress and frustration on me, I'm not just faced with making my personal life decisions, precisely life risk but that of an entire nation, a diverse one at that.
This whole scenario has left me empty and mad if I may say, and I sometimes forget to take care of myself.
"Darling come for dinner",
Jane called out banging in on my thoughts, "I will join you later, get going for now", I said returning a smile, that specific fake one she is fully aware of.
She shares my pain at every moment and I'm mostly that thankful for her understanding spirit, she knows the exact time I wanted to be left alone and the times I needed her presence. She was aware of the disturbing issue on ground and she left without pressing on, she felt my anguish sincerely.
What would the world say about this new disastrous development? I thought again, returning to my previous world.
The presidency isn't easy, as I have heard from prominent Rulers, that those who test you most when you get the staff of authority are your own friends, those you can't punish but cover up for no matter how grievous the crime may be.
I wonder who is behind this?
The news of the ravaged town has met me this early morning and on very bad terms. I have a lot of national cases to settle and international alignment to smooth out and now. .. . . . . .
Who in their right senses would invest in a monster-infected country? I groaned, getting to my feet angrily and hitting my knuckles on the table with my eyes cast outside the window.
The roadside electrical board was beaming with the incident and I couldn't take it anymore, words have traveled so far that different people reached out to me from different corners questioning the unfortunate incident and the worst aspect is my inability to find a meaningful explanation and a definite remedy to the disturbing problem.
If this gets out of my borders I won't be able to keep my international friends, investment is the soul of any thriving country, and now that I have taken that bold step of investing so much funds into the acclaimed agriculture everything seemed to be falling apart.
Ay Dios Mio!. . . . . . .hmmmmmmm
Looking at the displayed news again, I contacted the Minister of Information immediately
"The news about the ravaged town that the media has just reported should be the only news I want and expect to see on the media, no other item should be published unless you want to pay an early visit to Vahala. . . . . . . . . . and make sure you shun every other activity like editorials and interviews that will raise eyebrows".
I made sure I kept my cabinet and enemies close, this body is more disastrous than the plague that just ensnared my agricultural fund. For further discreetness, I placed trusted security and forensic personnels on the field making sure information of any sought, no matter how little and insignificant it may be, get to me first and end at my table.
An eyewitness visit would do, no one would be able to double-cross me in this case, and at least let me share my people's sorrow.
The people I finally saw lived in total fear, limited in words and excitement. They stared with weak eyes like Nagasakis and Hiroshimas, which was frightening and unpleasant.
I looked deeply, noticing every movements and eye colors and finally, I saw them among the people, the highly sought elements for perfection. Their eyes blazed in the sun like fire and I couldn't stare for long. I had to use my shade to see the bright coloured eyes perfectly.
Standing under my umbrella I put on my sunglasses before looking deeply into their eyes. It was like balls of fire, only eyes like mine could identify such specialties.
I stopped the media from taking pictures immediately, I don't have to be regarded as considerate in the media this time, I need strict secrecy on this, not even eyebrows are permitted to be raised.
I made sure I put in words that would calm the people and make them feel safe again, even as it seemed impossible, I kept on pushing persuasive words from within . . . . . . . . . . . ..
"The ancient dark one!", I whispered, halting my sonorous speech.
I never knew a special and rare breed could be harbored in a small town like this, even my professionals have failed to fish them out. A lady in her prime, beautifully groomed with her gray eyes and brown hair, stood amongst the people.
I was directed here by the gods then, all thanks to the gods.
"I take special delight in this very town, and it has been my favorite not even one of my favorites but my favorite in this whole country, I will try my best to keep you all safe from dangers, both seen and unseen", I expressed, smiling before bringing my speak to an end.
There's a lot of secrecy going on which only me is fully aware of, a fine experiment on the werewolves that will make the vampires live under the sun like them is the perfect plan, I have tried to put in place for so long.
I never knew this situation would blow out of proportion, now everyone has their eyes fixed on the town meant for first-hand breeding, and all thanks to the gods for leading me here, one of the seven ancient dark ones has been found.
Next is to extract her, without causing stir or suspicion.
Playing dumb should be the key to excel in this part.
"Report every new development to me tomorrow, make sure it is tomorrow. I don't think the devils behind this will show up so soon", I instructed Angela Hills, the head of Forensics.
PG 3