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A shout out to sister BelieverKay ! Thank you for your dedication sister:)

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Jeremiah 7:17
"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord , And whose hope is the Lord."

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Rufus P.O.V.

The Fenti office  (believe it or not, though there is no need, I still have one due to my position!) greets me with darkness even more glooming me down. The pressure of the question how to save my parents was the oppressor. And my poor brain being the poor victim.
I sigh as I drag my sloth covered lips to utter a plea out of my troubled mind to the Lord.

"Father, I will ever more trust you for you are my rock and my shield and my strength. Encourage and  guide me by thy wisdom of thy Word. In Jesus name, I request.
Amen."

The reek of Trynad antiseptic, still hangs in the air without any shame. On one corner is a stack of Trynadic manuals on how to become an efficient Fenti guard and many are about 'How to tackle the defense mechanisms of high criminals.' To the right is a big chart with a linear timetable of when and where the operation with my prisoners would take place which is beside the whole map of the prison. I take a look at the weekly changed timetable to witness something I thought was impossible.

I rub my eyes and blink twice. What I was seeing was something I was not in the least expecting!

The timetable of killings on the wall had a piece of yellow ragged and torn scroll of papyrus posted in a hurry by a careless pushpin,
which was written like the hand with a pen of the angel in the Book of Daniel! Although it is penned down in English.

"****************TOP SECRET T. P. INFO***********
Prisoner 221 and Prisoner 222 is to be executed without fail on the Wisdom Park, Somber lane. By now, you might have understood that they are your parents. Yes, we know that you must be in desperate to take out revenge on them and we as members of Trynadic Community desire to inflict upon them bittersweet pain of a traditional red rose accompanied by sickly thorns that they may die their own son's hands. Their bodies are to be buried in the cemetery next to the Trinitarian church where not a soul is supposed to find. You, are hence appointed to return their Trynadic Seal of Ring which they could remove only when they die. No  Trynad Satraph can live without the guide of this seal or else they would lose all the powers both Tranadic and recognition amongst the Trynadic brethren. And if you take the seal for yourself, beware of the nasty consequence of death due to your inexperience of handling the Ring possessed by ancient Trynadic Djinns.
After you have successfully finished your last operation, it is in our best wishes that you enroll into our Trynadic College of Sparks.
Godspeed, dear Fenti!
Sealed by the Respected Order of Satraphs of the Trynadic Community.

End of Letter. The contents of this letter will  self- destruct  a quarter minutes later.

I quickly  jot down the address and the name of the ring in my mini pocket book. A true blessing in disguise! My face suddenly gets revitalized like having drunk power drinks or high caffeine, slowly stretching into a wide wide crazy smile. Without any moment of thought I prance into a Willy Wonka hop as I rush to prisoners 221 and 222 cells with a hymn of thanks to God on my lips, ignoring the baffled, suspicious looks at my junior colleagues.

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Je suis très désolé pour la courte chapitre 😞😞😞
I'm sorry again dear faithful readers, for the short chapter:(