Two letters per year
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“Respected Allison Crode, how are you? How are you doing? I hope all is find and well. You have grown up to be a fine young man, right? Not to mention, you will be taking huge responsibilities at this age. At the present age of yours that is twenty, men boys, gentlemen, all seek for jobs at this term. What job have you taken? What kind of job is it? Is it a solo work? Or a group job? Perhaps a huge business? Whatever it is, I am sure it will be a great source of support for humanity. Always remember to value yourself with whatever you have. Try not complain, I do understand complaining is a little necessary to free yourself from pressure however, try not to make it your habit. It will only insult you to the grave.
In the end, all I can say is work hard for the job you have taken it with your own two hands. Work hard for humanity; give everything you can, not just for people around you.
On top of it, keep in mind that you are doing something to make yourself feel proud of it. Don’t take your job too deeply. Once you feel it a burden and that it’s taking a toll on you, you may quit it and then move out for another job. It will be a difficult step to take however; you will soon realize what the best…..is
Like always we will meet each other again with a new letter soon. This was kind of short so I deeply apologize for it. Will try next time to make it a lengthy type, until then take care.
You’re sincerely,
X.Y.Z”
This was the letter written to Allison. He read it all with a smile on his face as it was all noted down in a single piece of folded paper. The young boy was holding it with his single hand, the left hand. By leaning his back on the table tennis’s board, he read the sentence for quite some time which said ‘with your two hands’ he smiled at it replying “but, I have got only one hand at present…” he chuckled and folded up the paper using his fingertips, and thumb, it gave it a layer of closing and pressed a line at the centre for giving it a rest.
Upon returning it into the envelope, he placed it well and went back to his friends.
“There he comes!” called out Kamran as he joined them.
“So? Who was it?” asked Zack exclaiming in excitement.
“No idea...” gave up the green haired boy a strange answer.
“WHAT?!” came up a loud roar
“You don’t know?” surprised Edward “then why did you receive it, if you don’t know who the sender is?”
“To be honest, I have no information about hits letter. I don’t know who sends it to me. Where he/she lives or what kind of person he is? And the worse part, I cannot even reply these letters. It is all just receiving not replying” explained Allison to all while holding the opened envelope in his hand.
Furthermore, he explained them more about this letter. He mainly informed Mister Peterconny that in a year only twice these mysterious letters are sent to him which also includes on a fixed date.
“One appears at the fifth of June that is today” he said recalling the date and gave a small detail “the other appears on fifteen of November and so it goes on every year. I call it in simple terms, summer letter and winter letter. Both appears accurately to the weather that we once knew in our old times but, now it has changed. So I assume these letters will receive in these dates. Please sir, do not worry whenever it comes, they belong to Me.” all were surprised by this.
Who could be the person sending his/her letter direct into this boy Allison’s location?
Who was this person?
Where does he lives?
Where is his living land?
Why does he always send it?
How always on a fixed date?
On the other hand, how does this person knew about this places that Allison is so easily that the letter came up to him without been even a day late?
It made no sense. Yet what confounded all more was on Allison. He wasn’t minding nor panicked about it. He was taking it normally like any friend would do for a letter that has been send form a far gone friend.
“Don’t you feel scared about it?” asked Zack curious.
“Why, what’s wrong?” replied Allison with the same mark.
“I mean what if it’s a ghost sending you? What if the ghost is trying to catch your interest? Won’t it be terrifying?” he sounded creepy while questioning.
“Zack, take it to the other side, Ghost have their own dimension to live in. Then, how is it possible that out of million humans only a boy of twenty be the one to receive the ghost letters? questioned Neogama.
“You have a point, Neogama regardless to a point you are getting absent from” replied the same dark grey haired boy, “We are facing multi-versers.”
This threw everyone in great silence over all. He did have a point because in the past it was said that ghost had their own diamensiuon but now different daimensions were opening out of no warnings.
Does that means there could one linked with him?
All were bolt out of the blue when suddenly all looked at each other fussing aloud, “NAH! THAT’S NOT TRUE!”.
Edward said, “It can’t be that way. There can be many points to mark a list against Zack’s statements however a common view can be highlighted by recalling our language. We both are different spieces like human beings and ghost. We both carry certain languages that cannot communicate with each other easily.”
“About the multi-verses those had opened.” added Kamran taking all ears on himself “We will discover how they can communicate with us yet, there is nothing to bother about here.”
Some of them stared at Zack waiting for any reply from instead he replied all with a slip of his beaming smile.
Mister Peterconny coughed little taking all attention and spoke with a smile, “So, we are cleared here. I see. On the contrary, they will be two mysterious letters receiving out of nowhere to us. These both have fixed date and at that time will be coming for you, Allison.”
“Yes, sir thank you for accepting its location.” bowed with a little thanks.
The man still had some pieces in his pocket as he contested further, “If you wish we can start an investigation on these letters. You might be willing to learn who are or who is the owner of these letters, right?” suggested Peterconny.
“I am afraid that I will have to pass it on. It can be accepted this way” came up a surprising reply from the boy. This stunned all as they shoot their eyes at the man who didn’t expected such an answer.
“May I be convinced why is it this way?” he with a grin of curiousity.
Allison didn’t mind in revealing any of his secrets to them. He wanted to give a relief to all his friends plus, make them sure about the letter that there wasn’t any subject to get disturbed and annoyed from it. He relayed the director that it was better the way he chose it to be. He minds about it because the letters weren’t any source of distress or black threat to his life. He felt it safe and sound and welcomed it every year on its given durations.
That was fifth of June and fifteen of November.
On the other hand, he added that the investment would clear off everything. The enthusiasm within him for the letter would shatter away if he for instance learned the truth behind the mystery. Thus, he wanted this way to be flowing smoothly until one day the sender of the letter will send out his identity by itself revealing himself or herself to Allison. “So you see, I am fine with it all. Every time the letter arrives, please make sure it doesn’t panic others while it makes it way safely in hands.”
“I agree, no problem” accepted Peterconny, “sine the trouble of the letter verified itself perhaps, it can be accepted in taking my personal attention to it. I will take great precaution on it and make sure within my own hands to receive the two mysterious letters of the year reach on your hands” said the man with great confidence in his tone.
Trust voice was revealing to Allison that he shouldn’t be worried anymore. The youth smiled at this statement and nodded.
“Very well, then” exclaimed the man in excitement, “I will be looking forward in guiding your letters. Thank yo so much Mister Allison Crode for your co-operation." He presented his hand. The youth nodded taking it and both shook firmly, “No investigations and no annoucments. All will be done straight well for the job. See you soon.”
The hands separated as Peterconny left out of the gym hall weaving high back at everyone. All the fifteen boys weaved back at the friendly man who left by shutting the door.
Edward lowered his hand saying, “Well, I guess he is off to his work now. For now, he should be performing his duty with a peaceful mind.” All agreed to it when Oden said turning to the dark green-haired boy,
“You are a straight one, Allison?”
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.
The other went on, “You agreed to a letter that doesn’t even identify itself. Why did you agree to it in the first place?”
“Well, to be honest, it was encouraging type. It always carries answers to my questions. It replies to my doubts withy my even asking a single question to it. It’s as though it knows very well what am I going through. Basically, its like guidance and a side supporter of life to me.”
“AWOH!” all nodded when Sero asked,
“Since when did you start receiving these letters?”
“At the age of ten” was a chuckled reply.
“WOW! That’s amazing” laughed everyone.
The fifteen boys were soon exchanging talk when suddenly the loudspeaker interrupted,
“ATTENTION! ATTENTION PLEASE! KNIGHT SHINN AND KNIGHT ROMEO! PLEASE HEAD TO THE MAIN HALL IMMEDIATELY! I REPEAT THE CALL! KNIGHT SHINN AND KNIGHT ROMEO! A MISSION AWATS FOR YOUR SERVERS! PLEASE HEAD TO THE MAIN HALL!”
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