Just a few years before, when Tash was a young child, he had learned of his parents' deaths. His beloved father and mother, who were the King and Queen of Minnica, had been found lying in bed by Tash himself.
“Father?” whispered Tash as he entered the room. No response.
“Mother?” he said, a little louder this time. Still no reply. The room was lit only by the moon. He approached the bed with a little uncertainty. He went to his father and shook his shoulder a bit. In pure confusion and worry, Tash took a burning coal from the fire a couple feet behind him with a small shovel and sloppily dropped it in a container of oil in order to light the area. Vases of oil such as this were a common method of lighting rooms aside from torches. Tash gasped in horror and shut his eyes for a moment, like an extended blink. The burning oil lit the room quite well, and the violent scene that lay before Tash was horrid. His father and mother were lying with stab wounds in their chests. They were still warm, as Tash had observed when he touched his father's shoulder. His mother's eyes were open looking almost directly at Tash. But the eyes weren't looking at Tash, they were looking through Tash. They were motionless, more still then what is possible for a living person. If it had been a random person at a funeral, Tash would have felt mesmerized at the sight of such stillness, but it was his father and mother who were lying before him. His stomach cringed in pain. He grabbed an unlit torch from a stand next to the bed and stuck it in the burning oil. It lit quickly and Tash ran out just as fast. Within seconds he found a guard patrolling a hallway.
“Help!” Tash cried out. The guard almost didn't say anything in amazement. From his view a crazy and terrified boy was running through his King and Queen's castle with a burning torch that was screaming uncontrollably. This soldier, like almost every man, had never seen Tash before. Tash ran closer while he still could, but he was beginning to feel dizzy.
“Mother...ugh, Father! They're...” Tash breathed uncontrollably due to the running and his adrenaline pumping. The guard, who seemed to understand in the very least that something was wrong, ran a couple feet and opened a wooden door and yelled in for a couple more men. Three soldiers stumbled out in a frenzy. The four of them ran towards the King and Queen's chamber. Tash began to follow, but his dizziness increased. His head ached and he began to get cold. Seconds later he fainted, alone in the middle of the hallway.
He awoke to find himself back in his chambers. It was bright outside, and it was even brighter for the sun reflected off of all of the snow outside. Several windows were exposed to the harsh light.
“Hello?” Tash yelled. He was quite confused about why he was in bed at such a time of day that it would be that bright outside. He began to rise out of bed but was put back down by a sudden headache sort of pain. The right side of his head hurt quite bad. He reached up in surprise to find a bandage of sorts had been placed on his head. Then finally someone came in response to his yelling. It was Nimn, Tash's servant and his only real friend. He walked in the room at a quick pace, looking somewhat alarmed. Nimn was a mute, unable to talk since birth. This made him the prime candidate for becoming Tash's servant. As discussed earlier, princes such as Tash were not allowed to be seen by almost anyone until he had grown into a young adult. Nimn not being able to talk made it to where he would definitely not speak of what Tash looked like. He was much older than Tash, nearly forty at this point. But regardless of his official position as servant, he and Tash were great friends. On many occasions they pulled pranks on the palace guards like hiding their helmets. One time, during one of their mischievous outings, they were briefly spotted by a guard who in turn sounded for the alarm. The whole palace was put into a frenzy, with soldiers and people of all status were running and yelling in the hustle. Although they were a troublesome duo, they avoided any serious consequences due to the fact that Tash was, after all, a prince.
Nimn walked over to the bed and just stood there, gazing at Tash. He was in general a happy person, who smiled just because that was his attitude, but this day he looked different. He stood there as if in deep thought, looking quite mellow. Just when Tash was going to ask for an explanation of his wound, Nimn looked towards Tash, but as if daydreaming and not really focusing. He was looking through Tash, not at him. Tash's eyes widened. The look Nimn gave him reminded him of his mother, lying in bed with her eyes open. Quite rapidly all of the memories of the past night began to flood back into Tash's mind. Tash began to tear up. Nimn came in closer and hugged the child. Tash accepted the comfort and began to cry.
Several minutes later Nimn was sitting on the bed where the fatigued Tash still lay. Tash had stopped crying by now, and was ready for questions.
“Who? Why?” he asked, knowing he wouldn't get much of an answer from Nimn. Nimn just shrugged his shoulders and moved his hands in a similar gesture. Tash understood that he didn't know and that more than likely no one knew. Things remained the same for another week while Tash recovered from the head injury he received when he fell straight down on the stone floor when he had fainted.
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