Ups and Downs

The traveler Returns

The City of Muska, also known as the City of Ups, is known for its overwhelming technology. When Jafta came out of the travel porter, Dr fench of Muska and the king's bodyguards came to receive him. He took a bow and followed them to the palace. The city is decorated with black and purple. This is done to honor the moment. The moment of the preservation of their existence. They have longed for this moment. So the city of Muska declared a public holiday, to honor the great day. When they arrived at the Palace, The King of Muska welcomed them with smiles. Also sitting in his chambers, were Dr. Fench and Patadon, the city's great scientists. "We were already planning on building a bridge that will go downward to your planet". Said Patadon. "You think you can defy a tradition that has held us together for more than two thousand years?", asked Jafta. His voice had changed from a shy little boy's voice to a group of voices from ancient spirits. Naturally, he shouldn't have been able to understand them, but it seems that the spirit of Radushi communicates with every living being. "Well, why not? I am not bonded by your superstitions and traditions". At this point, Jafta's eyes had become brighter, and the light patterns on his skin started beeping. "We do not intend to temper the balance". Said Dr. Fench. His statement had diffused the range of both men. "Come. Have your seat". The king asked of him. After the calmness in the air was restored, Jafta reached for his bag and took out leaves from the Tree of Life. The king's servant came to receive it as everyone in the room gazed at the precious leaves. The death rate from the woopy virus was high, and they needed it to save their race. Afterward, Patadon brought some solar power bulbs in exchange. Jafta was ecstatic to see a man holding a little sun in his hands. It was a beautiful symbiosis that held the two worlds together. Afterward, the king asked Grandock, his adviser, to take Jafta around the city. On the walls of the city, are paintings and drawings of some past travelers from Radushi. In a strange way to him, they worshiped them like some god as they brought out little devices to take pictures of the traveler and his tour group. "What are those in their hands?" Jafta inquired from Grandock. "I would love to take one with me. If it could help my people". "It doesn't work like that young man. These little devices are connected to a satellite that helps it work". Jafta was confused by the answers he received but didn't respond to avoid a more complicated answer. As they got to the city's Central Park, a little girl came to give him a bunch of flowers. The girl's mother came quickly to get her child, who was too close to the spirit man. The gesture melted his heart and his skin turned pink. The slow transformation captivated their hearts and it was a beauty to behold. A strain of the flower was dead in the bunch and when Jafta saw it, he took it into his palm and the dead flower was fresh again with new colors added. Darana, the princess and only daughter of the king, was more mesmerized by the magic of the spirit man. When she came close enough to him, he gave her the flower. This was not only an act of kindness. This was because, as ugly as he thought of them, he had never seen a creature as beautiful as her. It was an instant connection and he displayed blue and pink lines from head to his toe. When she received it, their eyes met and they had a conversation that languages couldn't communicate. A message passed from soul to soul. A conversation between beings thousands of miles apart. She then chuckled and ran back to the gathered crowd. Patadon was impressed and he took some note of what he had just witnessed. If it was possible, he would take Jafta for an experiment; to get a better understanding of what they are all about. His ambition was to be the city's greatest scientist of all time and his primary goal was to eradicate the Woopy virus for good and this has been his obsession for years. Their touring prevailed till the sun gave up its light and Jafta was taken back to the palace. Jafta thought about the beauty of the place all night and, of course, he thought about Darana too. He knew when he went back home he wouldn't remember anything. So he took a pen and paper to draw everything he wanted to remember about Muska. The night of the second day at Muska was the time to travel back home. The bridge will open by midnight. A few hours before the time of departure, a meeting was held at the King's Palace. " Send my greetings to your people and salute your king for me", said King Dazo. The king's servant then brought in a bag full of batteries and solar light bulbs. When it was midnight, Jafta crystal lighted up again and it was time to head back. The king sent Dr Fench and some guards to accompany him to the bridge. After the goodbyes and salutations, all they could do now was watch him descend down the bridge. When Jafta arrived as Radushi, the chef priest, his parents and some other villagers were all gathered at the foot of the bridge. The painting of pleasantries decorated their faces with smiles that words can't express. The peace in the air was like the morning dew on a rose flower. A wisdom from a million feet, has found a tunnel to their doorstep. When Jafta came off the bridge, his mother ran to embrace him but was stopped by Gagada. "He should be cleansed first", he said, before he took his bag containing everything brought from Muska. He was then led by the chief priest into his chamber. After the cleansing was done by night, he was allowed to return home to his parents. With joy untamed, they welcomed their little boy who had overnight grown into a man. When he finally settled down, his mum prepared a special meal. Jafta's favorite. The man of the hour was now pampered by both parents due to the honor he brought to the family. " The gods are wise. Who could have thought that dreams of our boy would ever come to pass? So tell me, my boy, how did it feel? I mean the whole experience. "You should let him rest now", said Mrs. Kavan. After eating, he went to his room for a nap. He could see his flute and all the pictures of his heroes mounted on his wall. He will soon have his own added to the gallery. It was a new dawn in Radushi and the celebration feeling stamped their faces with joy untamed.