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The Aayshaak Chronicles Ch. 1 The Aayshaak Chronicles:
As I sat on the railing of the large balcony that was outside of my bedroom in the palace, staring out across my kingdom, I felt overwhelmed. I couldn't help it. I didn't want any of this. How did all of this responsibility have to fall on my shoulders? Well I know how it happened, but not necessarily why. It all began about eight years ago today. I was only eleven
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"Please mother, won't you just stay " I pleaded.
"Aayshaak, you know I have to go. I'm the Queen and I have specific diplomatic duties I have to attend to," she said, kneeling to my level.
"But why don't you want me to go?" she asked as she stared into my violet eyes.
"I I have a bad feeling " I replied, not able to hold her strong gaze, tears in my eyes.
"It will pass my son," she said, smiling, and kissed me on the forehead.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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