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But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness , and all these things shall be added to you.
Mt 6:33
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Anonymous P.O.V.

The dungeon are normally like cellars but in the case of these much awaited prisoners 221 and 222, they were thrown into a rusty real dungeon.

It means one thing. My so called Trynadic powers are not enough to unlock the cages. In any case I'm not planning to use them at all.

A tired and weak wilted lady accompanied by a grim and gruff man, both of them do not have any weapons with them. And both of them are terribly wounded with grudging gashes. A strange thing indeed! Anyone who doesn't want to spend eternity in the dungeon will obviously bring some kind of weapon although not allowed. At least getting killed while saving one's life is much preferred than waiting forever!

In case you are wondering, I'm the killer, the Fenti guard. But in reality, no one needs to know that I'm secretly saving them out of these dungeons.

Some of their facial features try to signal me a spark of familiarity which I ignore. Every day I find myself thinking all the faces leads to the faces of my parents.
There was no mistake in affirming that these prisoners were or used to be one of the royals of the Trynadic nation but now all torn up in Saltz rags as their legalistic aura is something I can easily distinguish from afar.

I have been a guard for only a fortnight and am very new to these unfriendly surroundings when I have been born and brought up in the midst of carefree Christian community which is  "Saltz" for the Trynads . Yes, if you are wondering, in Trynadic way of speaking, they call ordinary humans as Saltz. And since I used to be living as an ordinary boy I wonder how they agreed to make a Saltz guy like me to be a Fenti! They knew I am just a beginner and yet all they said was that if I did the operation with prisoner 221 and 222, I can get the place.

My whole life was dedicated for finding my family including my baby sister, being brought up in a foster Christian family. I really praise and thank God as He had given me a lot of support for my search! In fact I was very much touched from the moment I heard those valued Words from my foster parents.

"But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness , and all these things shall be added to you."

Some of my Christian friends told me that becoming a fake Trynad Fenti guard (who kills the very malicious Trynads) I have 10% of saving the prisoners so that they can be eternally saved from this wickedness of Trynad powers. What really intrigued me was the fact that there was a small chance I could find my parents here although the minimal number of prisoners! My friends know a bit of my parents due to the spitting image of my father's face and because they used to be  Trynads themselves.

I draw closer to them controlling the loathed power of air molecules, all my body crying to stop myself pressurizing the powers like a pressure cooker.

When I walk more closer, I understand why I find the man a bit familiar. There was an axe symbol burnt on his hand. The symbol of a Satraph.
Unmistakably, it was  the great third Satraph who betrayed the Order of Trynads by failing to convert their daughter into a Trynad and was charged for many allegations but the famous one was doing propaganda against Trynads . The time limit of their daughter becoming a Trynad expired within a few minutes. They simply have to be killed. At least, these were the rumors I heard from the local Trynads.

I feel myself attracted toward the dungeon, standing stationary three inches near to the traditional grid of bars.

I look at the man in surprise as his face screams at mine the 99% familiarity of seeing him. His tired blue eyes finds mine in fatigue.

"My Son?", an unbelievingly fatherly voice calls me as I remove my face mask. I don't like the uncomfortable face mask blocking my precious air supply to my lungs. I firmly decide not to wear this mask again.

I choke my own spit as my mission included killing and saving my parents. No wonder why the Trynad authorities wanted me to get this job!

How will I save them, dear God?