My father, who used to teach at the village's school, once told me."Except knowledge, nothing stays forever!!"

"Even me?" I was a toddler than, I didn't know the concept of death.

"Yes... even you, me and your mother, there will come a time when you everyone perish. But the knowledge that we leave is what matters the most."

3yrs after that, my parents died. They didn't die, but were killed.

Killed in the name of god.

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A boy was sweating while working on the rocky fields, his back was wide open, and the tanned skin was glistening in the sunlight. and having a turban on his head.

"771!! boss has called for you."

The boy named 771 took up his hatchet, and removing all the sweat from his body, he moved towards the nearby village in the distance.

"Coming!!....." He was prespirating, taking down his turban, which was his shirt, he wore it and started humming an old tune, he had heard long time ago.

He reached the village, which was filled with man, no women or children could be seen anywhere in the village.

In the middle of square, a table and chair was setup, even guards were standing beside the table.

The man sitting on the chair seemed to be busy, various papers were assembled orderly there and writing with a feathered pen.

He got to the allegedly called boss, and asked.

"Prisoner no.771 reporting!!"

This was a prison, and when seen from the sky, it was a barricaded area with guards situated on every corner. Prisoners were forced to cultivate stone which was used in construction outside of the prison.

"Prisoner 771, you may not notice, but it has been 10yrs since you came here, and your time here is now over!!.............."

The man on the table tilted his head and looked towards the boy, and continued."you are free now!!"

The boy didn't have any expression on his face, it was as if didn't care if he's free or not.

He went inside one of the mud hut, and after packing his stuff in a rag bag, he went back to the man.

"Sir, I am ready!!"He told the man.

"I know you are..... but you don't seem very happy about it?"

The man was very friendly with the prisoner here, it was his way of self defence against any future riots.

771 just looked at him, and then silently following the escorting guards started walking toward the 5km away exit.

"771.... good luck!!"

"Don't worry about us... I will get out soon."

"Just live a normal life from now.... don't dwell on the past.!!"

As he was leacing people surrounded him, even though they were kept at bay by the group of guards, they still were happy that their fellow prisoner will soon be free.

"771 please... in Girasia Kingdom capital, my wife and son!! they haven't come to meet me......!!"

There were even men, who were requesting for his favor.

But as if all that dind't matter to him, he walked with lifeless eyes.

Prisoner771 was 17 this year, most of his life has been wasted in a prison.

And the reason for his imprisonment was something he didn't even understand.

After reaching the main building, the employees did some paperworks, he was led to the only place of entry and exit of the prison.

Soon he was released.

The large door closed on his back, with his ragged bag on his back, he laughed.

Laughed after 11yrs, tears were streaming down from his eyes, he got on the floor and shouted out of his lungs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH AAAAAAAA!!!"

He was not truly free, some memories always come back and haunt him.

771 took control of his emotion, and got back up.

"Enough!! I am free now."

He took his bag and started moving towards the endless fields, There was no one on the road, the prison was in the middle of nowhere.

Not looking back and he kept walking forward.

He was not scared for food and water, as he was provided with some from the jail, and even given money for the journey.

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World is not forgiving, to save oneself, one will blame the innocent.

One will kill the innocent.

One will use the innocent.

The world obeys the rich and powerful. The world will believe whatever they say to it.

So when the church had no one alive to blame for their mistake. They found a young kid, who was also the victim.

It has been 3 days, and in between his journey, 771 found a caravan of merchants, and hitched a ride.

He after 11 years has seen a city,771 didn't reached the place yet, but after seeing the city after so many years, there was only one thought in his mind.

"Beautiful!!"

"Ain't it lad!!." The bearded merchant who was driving the cart heard 771 and replied to him.

"Taluks landing is a merchant hub, it's in the border of Girasia kingdom and Nolen kingdom. A great place to stay and sell some stuff."

The bearded merchant had a jolly vibe to him, he wanted to strike a conversation with the young man, but to his surprise, he didn't get any reply.

"A silent boy.... eh!!"

"Sorry... I didn't mean it!!"771, with his deadpan face, bowed in apology. The man was giving him a ride for free, atleast he should show some respect.

"Don't worry... everyone has there own circumtances!! giddie-yup!!"

The merchant ignored 771's apology and speed up his cart, soon the city gates can be seen in the distance.

As the definition given by the merchant, it was truly a merchant hub, even at the entry, various carts were queued in line.

Soon after reaching inside the city, he said his goodbye to the merchant and started to browse through the city.

It was crowdy everywhere, and as a silent type he was indecernible in the crowd. As the night came, he reached the bad part of the city.

He found what he was searching for, even though he didn't had any experience in travelling, his inmates from the prison had taught him various things. "Knowledge is power" as his father once said. He wanted to find a secluded inn to stay.

He was given 200 bronze coins when he was released, it wasenough money to live when one searches for job, at a normal inn he can live upto 20days with 10bronze coins per day with food.

He found the dirtiest inn, in which various prostitutes were standing nearby.

The smell in the air was sour, and the dirty women on the roadside gave 771 slutty look, as if inviting him.

Drunk men were going in and out of the inn, it had no name, only men surrounded in prostitutes.

It was not a safe place for a boy like him, but he still insisted and went inside the inn.

As he walked towards the fat man sitting at the end of the inn with a register in front of him, no one noticed him, the men were drunk and lost in there own worries and pain.

It was the poor part of town.

"1bronze for 1 night..... 3bronze for 1 day..... hiccup!!5 bronze for 1day and food!!."

Even the men at the register was drunk.

"here!! is 50 bornze, I want a 10 days stay with food.!!"

The fat man took the money quickly and then threw 771 a key.

"hiccup...2nd door.... on the right!!"

Taking the key, he went upstairs and as he opened the door, a musky smell assaulted his nose.

He wanted to puke, but controlled it.

Then closing the door, he threw the cloth that was on the bed in one side. It was the source of the smell.

Opening the windows, and letting the fresh air in he take in a large breath, exhaling the musky air from his lungs.

He was going to live here for 10days... atleast he needs to clean the place.

Before midnight, he was done with cleaning and even stuff the murky cloth down the bed.

"Now!!"

He sat down on the floor, and took out a piece of paper.

"Mother... Father... I am out.!!"

It was a picture of his dead parents, in the picture one can see cuts on their necks, signifying they were dead.

But for 771, they were still with him.

After placing it on the floor along with a knife, he closed his eyes.

"People die...... knowledge don't.!!"

He took the knife and stabbed himself in his heart, the blood splurted out falling on the floor and over his parents photos.

There was no scream to be heard, he fell down in his own pool of blood, with a creepy smile on his face.

"I will take revenge!!"

Said 771 before going cold.

Flashes of light came from the bedroom window of his room, but for the drunk men, it was another monday.

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Who is a perfect ruler?

One who rules with power?

Or one listens to his citizens and is loved by them?

Or the one who removes every root of problem in the way of his power?

The answer is none of these.

Human is a tribe centered around chaos, their needs will cause them to fight for everything they desire.

A brother will kill brother for money, property etc.

A child will kill his mother for food.

A man will rape his young daughter, to sate his sexual desire.

There is no one to rely on. Not even someone from one's own family.

The next day, there was sound of heavy snorting coming from the room.

It was 771, he was sleeping pretty heavily on the place he died.

There was no sign of blood in the room, everything was clean and for the wound on his chest, it was nowhere to be found.

The photo of his parents was still on the floor, but somehow a smile was crept on their dead faces.