Story: The Legend Of The S.A.I.N.T.S - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Story: The Legend Of The S.A.I.N.T.S - Season 1 - Episode 9

The next child was a male also, Illis was his name, and the other twin brothers also- Nermis and Thermis and the last child, the only female , she was called Sharon.
When Aragon wanted to fight against his father for abandoning them he was stopped and withstood by Sylva. So Aragon as wise as he was did something , he formed the name SAINTS, using the first letter of their names. He used this name – tactically representing them all, Sylva inclusive. Under this name he sent troops to his father, stating that they were sent by the ‘Saints’. Regan, not knowing the disguise refused to fight the troops claiming that he had no quarrels with them. The troops plotted and killed him and his men. When Sylva heard of it he called Aragon and suggested that they go after the ‘Saints’ to avenge their father’s death, and these were the very words of Aragon in reply to Sylva – ‘Brother, men can’t rise against themselves , vengeance is done and am not sorry’. A confused Sylva sought for an explanation but Aragon gave him none. Sylva turned to Sharon, his sister, for help, for she had the gift of solving great mysteries and riddles, Sharon asked Sylva for the name of the troop that wrecked her father and his men , in reply Sylva said ‘They said they were sent by the Saints’
…” Grandpa sniffed a little before resuming.
“Sharon shook her head and replied , ‘You and I have just killed father, the troops were sent in our name’. When it dawned on Sylva what Aragon had done he was so angry, he simply turned into a huge eagle and flew away and was never seen ever again, but the name ‘The Saints’ still hung in the air and was popularly referred to the six children of the Lankshiran woman.”,
Grandpa stopped abruptly, the wind blew silently and the sun stood magnificently out in the blue-black sky. Allen sat put determined to hear all of it today.
Grandpa promptly resumed his tale.
“Aragon was satisfied after his revenge , but he wanted something else – the throne of Kamburry – he tried to pool forces with his step siblings – Shantelle’s children, but they were in no good mood with him for they knew he masterminded the death of Regan….”

In fact Shantelle’s children determined to get Aragon frustrated, they signed a treaty under the name Philips Family, with Kambury that they never wanted the throne in their lineage forever, stating that were not interested.
A copy of the treaty was sent to Aragon, who in a fit of rage tore it to shreds declaring war at once against Kambury. Under the name ‘The Saints’ , Aragone fought for three years the throne of Kambury weakly supported by Nermis and Thermis who had no interest at all for the throne and had had enough from the bully Aragon. Illis and Sharon left the town and lived at the outskirts of Kamburry.” grandpa heaved a sigh of relief.
“So this is the legend of the saints, and while the Philips – speaking of Shantelle’s – were at peace with Kamburry , the Saints – Aragon in particular – fought against Kamburry.”
Grandpa came to a stop.
“Is that all sir” asked Allen with an unusual strange deep voice.
“That’s all son, except for a script Aragon wrote on his death bed which he handed over to his son. The script reads ‘War with Kamburry forever – Aragon is coming back’, but do you know what troubles me most son?”
Allen shook his head.
“Its the piece of writing your great great grand father saw underneath his roof on an early December morning. The scripts read: ‘Aragon is coming back. But he is searching for a soul of his lineage to possess.’. We had all been looking forward to who he will possess, but we saw none, and…” Grandpa’s voice came lower than before “…and son, from what I’ve seen of late, Aragon is truly coming back, whether to have his pay on Kamburry i don’t know , but i know he’s very dangerous and mischievous, you know about the death of my old friend Michel?”
When Allen said yes, Grandpa continued, his face and eyes grave and shrunken, revealing the strong bones underneath the wornout flesh.
“I could sware with my life, that Aragon killed him, but why he did that i know nothing of.”
The day was now dark. The heavenly bodies had found their way back home to rise again tomorrow. The air was cool except for the occasional noise of crying and barking dogs.
“Go to sleep son, be sure to say your prayers, you’ve just heard about the real legend of the saints, and you should expect the worse tonight, goodnight”.
While Grandpa went to his room and snore on, Allen remained in his former position lost in deep thought. He had always liked the name ‘Aragon’ and had often wondered why he couldnt bear it. He would gladly prefer to be called Aragon Allen to Philips Allen. An owl hooted nearby, a dog howled in the neighbourhood, Allen scrambled up the floor and almost ran to his room, this has already been too much for a night, he thought. He closed his eyes to sleep, he didn’t say any prayers.

To Be Continued…