Ahmed: The Free Wind

CHAOS FRAGMENT 1

The sound Of Rustling wind kicked up in the air, I tilted my head back enjoying The little bit of Peace in this chaotic world we were thrown into. I jumped, nearly falling off the edge when a pair of large tanned hands placed themselves on my shoulders. "marhaba,Lucie." Ahmeds quiet voice called, I had forgotten that he was a wind vender, Correction...I had forgot that we WAS the wind. He was like the wind in every way, His soft, light, voice that reminded me of the Breeze, They way that he walked with such grace almost as if he was floating and his personality was mysterious and calm. He looked at me his Hazel hues stared into my soul. " Did I scare you?" he murmured, his fingers caressed my arm lightly, He Always treated me so kindly, Ahmed was from the Damascus safeguard, He wore a keffiyeh Upon his Head, he was Muslim so it was Tradition, besides it suited him well. I remember the first time i meet him...the words he greeted me with still fresh in my mind...

" I am Ahmed and I am the free,cool wind..."

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