Freedom

(Eleven years ago)

"You know Ishmael,'' Neva peers up at the clear and cloudless sky. Scarlet, lilac, coral colours scattering above, the twilight dawn paints a peaceful dream. Swarm of birds flying designed a perfect hope, birthing a spark of glow in her heart.

"One day we will be free too." Neva tears away her gaze from the perpetual beauty of the nature landing on the boy by her side.

Mirroring her approach of absorbing nature the gleaming orbs ignites flames in Ishmael's.

The little sweethearts were resting on a clear grassy meadow by a tree, with weeds and flower beds adorning the scenery.

Breezy wind flurrying in the spring evening.

Below the cliff is the river hued cerulean and emerald.

Seven year old Neva blooms for the day she would savour the sweetness of freedom.

She always believed beyond the Island of Miraakh there exists more than one could visualise.

"We will escape together, Neva." Ishmael emits seeing her through. 

Neva giggles, "We will forever be together."

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(Present Year)

Ishmael in his study room is seated on his chair, considering the Men accross the room.

"Start the search." Ishmael demands the professional technocrat. Zev guides the man to the table and uncloses the safe presenting the Ruhd.

Ishmael wears a calm demeanour but his heart is jumbled up. It is the moment that will deem his future.

Ruhd is a treacherous red samples of fluid stored in a protected capsule.

No vaccines were ever made for Ruhd.

Ishmael schemed to threaten the president of Erriador abducting his daughter Lily and hundreds of other hostages for the sole purpose of getting a hold on Ruhd.

He calculated the authorities would not hand him the Ruhd uncomplicated, Ruhd is a threat to humanity and Raka a menace himself. 

He prepared his elite group to purloin the Ruhd had they made a move to rescue the hostages. 

In the 94th floor in the tower of Worthon located in Erriador, Ruhd was safeguarded in the world's most secure vault. Nonetheless his Men were non-ameteur, the moment Rhett along his team infiltrated Raka's lair to rescue the captured Ishmael motioned his foremost strategy.

The population learning his motives resulted in chaos. Their immediate plan of action is to seize back the Ruhd yet agitated of the consequences for Raka is to be feared.

The technocrat never unlocks the capsule, but clones the confidential trace abided in the dactylogram sensor.

Ruhd was created by Neva's father Dr. Neal Noe.

Later it was exploited by Dr. Draco Earl. 

After Draco Earl's illegal act Erriador broke out in flood of bloods.

Before long Neal Noe produced a vaccine prior to the disaster that could befall the state.

Draco Earl subsequently mutated the Ruhd before he could strike a catastrophe for the second time, he was incarcerated for his offences.

It's vaccines were yet to be made.

At present Raka posseses Ruhd. The mayhem Ishmael created was never his alternative, the Ruhd is not necessary but the capsule. The reason being Neva's impression retained in the scanner.

Ruhd was safely handed over to the authorities by Neal Noe grazed by no one after Neva left her traces in it.

The lock only answers to Neva and utilizing the circumstances Ishmael's motive is to operate her identification to hunt her to the ends of the world through innovation.

Fourteen minutes elapses the technology exploring dactylograms around the World Wide Web.

Ishmael has his heart aching highly strung his being drowning in nervousness.

"Sir a person has been found matched." The technocrat announces.

Ishmael resembles a ghost without a soul.

On the other hand Zev refuses to believe his ears, he was convinced Neva existed no more.

He painfully even had a lack of certainty that his boss hadn't went nuts and she isn't just an illusion of his.

"Her name is Neva Mae Sir." The man shares planting a breath in Ishmael he had long forgotten he required.

"What was her name?" Ishmael inquires swallowing his anxiousness.

"It's Neva Mae sir, she is enrolled in a university located in country Erriador." He explains nonchalantly.

Although her surname makes his chest sunk, swiftly disregarding his empty thoughts he stands up and trudges beside the technocrat.

"Show me." Ishmael utters taking a seat on the couch. The man rotates the notebook computer revealing the girl's face.

Ishmael glances at the screen, Neva's face entering his sight.

Without unsureness she is the person he has longed for forever.

She have always been beautiful nevertheless the woman she grew up to be is heavenly.

"Is she really alive?" Zev unconsciously queries earning a blazing glare from his boss.

"Give him a bonus." Ishmael voices.

"Yess Boss." Zev responses. The technocrat expresses his gratitude to Ishmael and walks out alongside Zev.

Ishmael moves his stiff muscles and delves into the cyberspace.

However she is closed off to the world.

Scarce presence in social platform.

He is afraid if it is a dream. Her absence felt everlasting for him.

Overwhelmed with emotions he wishes to be with her once more. Swarming his cold heart with warm sensation he feels drizzle of waters surging through his orbs.