SIGFRID AURO STORY 

PART4

Let's get back to our story...

On this very special day...

This Tharian day was very long and painful because there had been no wind all afternoon and like every day of this kind in the deep Tahari. The temperature was at record levels. The unbearable climate in full sun made guard duty difficult. So when at the end of the day, a Klima guard who was watching over the horizon noticed sand rising in a single place, a few Pasangs away, he took his telescope and deployed it. Observing the dune in question... Hm... Strange, he distinguished a motionless, dark mass, one would have said... a kaiila? His gaze narrowed and he sent his colleague to warn the Pasha. Because, below this possible animal, there seemed to be a flatter mass, barely visible.

Spin then joined the guards at the ramparts and he had the telescope lent to him, he observed, he frowned in turn, he noted with great perplexity: yes, it is indeed a Kaiila, but why was it lying dead here? What would a Kaiila run for in this overwhelming heat… He knew he was going to his death… It was then that the guard pointed out to him that below, there was another much flatter mass, but we could not distinguish what it was. At the end of the day, the sun made visibility better, because the intense heat calmed down and dissipated the heat distortions, which made surveillance less complicated.

    LADY SABAYNA                        DARIANEL NAIRAD

The pasha ordered to go and see. With a spike in his heart, because… From the hands of his beloved son, had disappeared, and this silhouette so pale… His father's instinct began to believe that… Could it be?

He watched the guards leave in the direction, lifting the sand on their progress. He then looked at them with the telescope… And saw them descend, when suddenly the sound of the horn rang out in the distance… signifying the presence of an ally.... Then two… signifying a warning… Then three!!!! signifying an attack! Then 4!!! Signifying an imminent danger to the safety of lives, Then big signs!!! And one of the guards who began to return at the speed of lightning!!!

Spin immediately ordered that we go find the healers! And he ran to the entrance! And there, patatra! Spin's eyes widened when the guard stammered, with a look as terrified as it was frightened "Your son my Pasha, your son!!! Quickly the healers!!!! HARTAAAA!!!! THE HEALTH CAREERS!!!!!" Panic was born in the souk at the repeated sound of the horn, which rang out in the distance, again, like a distress. Spin ordered to warn Youssou, who had remained at the palace and requisitioned the guards' kaiilas to send the healers who arrived running towards the entrance. He himself left in a frantic gallop, as if each ehn and each ihn counted.

He arrived on the scene, jumping from the kaiila, running to a lifeless body. The guard said to the Pasha "My Pasha, he's still breathing!" He protected the lifeless blond angel under his red cape, he put water on his lips, on his skin, his body was burned by the sun, marked with wounds, he wore a rusty collar. Between life and death.

His star watched over him, as best it could, it was now up to Sigi to hold on. The spiral of the survival mechanics began. The healers arrived, injected him with products to keep a thready pulse, close to death, in a few ehns the teenager had mounted a kaiila, against his father to return to the city, his mother was waiting at the entrance, her heart beating wildly. The stretcher too, the crowd had gathered, catastrophic looks on their faces, his vital prognosis was more than engaged. He was then put under emergency protocols, under treatment so that his body would not give up and under a blood drip…

Because yes… There was a donor, or should I say… A donor!

His sister, Kassandra!

Remember… When the young blond had gone to Kasra. He had announced himself and had warned his sister who, once warned, and not seeing him coming to meet her, had ended up making the trip to Klima. Sigi had been smart enough to say where he came from.

The pasha had then offered Kassandra to become a caregiver at Klima, something she had accepted, in order to cherish the hope of seeing him return and finally find him.

This day was finally coming! Certainly, in terrible circumstances, but in very good hands. And believe me, when love guides care, everything is checked repeatedly and everything is done to save a life.Sigi took more than one hand to come out of his coma. By dint of treatment of his skin, his injuries, the removal of the collar in the absence of marking, intravenous nutrition, the stabilization of his blood pressure, drug infusions, his body began to heal. And one fine morning, he opened his eyes very weakly. He was still pale, It was with pain and aches that he regained consciousness and no longer knew where he was.

When he saw his sister in tears of joy above him, he told her "I am with the angels of the Sardar?" Not understanding the situation. It took him more than a day to regain his senses and he was sent to convalescence and surveillance, at the palace, with his parents, the following days.

He had hidden in silence what had happened to him, in denial and the trauma he had experienced. He did not want anyone to worry beyond what he had already caused in terms of sadness and stress. After all, he had just survived, his sister had been found. She lived in Klima, Sigi was regaining strength, surrounded by the love of his family. And this bad time was soon a distant memory, which he buried inside him, like one would hide a cursed oil lamp, in the sand.

Of course, he was scolded for leaving the city without close guard. For having acted without warning his parents, oh yes! His parents were not happy, happy, that's for sure. He was grounded for months!

And it was in the discretion of a request and this time, with the help of the dune guards, that he had a kaiila bought and trained, with a very beautiful pedigree.

He had promised.

Then came the day when he was allowed to go out again, but never without an escort.

So Sigi asked for help from the two guards who had found him in the sand, to accompany him to Kasra, at the discretion of informing his parents of the reason, they traveled a few months later, once the blond had recovered and the animal trained.

Arriving in Kasra, they found the farmhouse where he had taken the kaiila. The farmers left their home without understanding the arrival of a teenager, who had come to offer an animal and who had come to be forgiven.

After a moving story, they understood what had happened with the explanations of the young man, the reason for his gesture, he was ready to assume the fact that the farmers could ask for his arrest. But, as he had just brought them an animal in better health than the lost animal, with a better pedigree and perfect training. In view of the sweetness of the blond angel, his beauty, his humility and his gait, in view of the tragedy experienced, they told him that they did not bring this to the hands of justice, so Sigi thanked them from the bottom of his heart.

The young man offered a golden tarn to the couple of farmers and the man hugged the teenager, for the kindness of such a sum, Sig had tears in his eyes that day, because their animal had given its life to save his and this recognition was forever engraved in his heart. They had tea together, according to Taharian hospitality. Then, the guards and the blond boy left for Klima.

Sigi had finally been able to keep his promise.

And so the months passed, the young blond boy resumed his apprenticeship with his sister, anxious to redeem his behavior with his parents. He showed his interest in diplomacy, he had easy contact with people, despite his shyness and his discreet temperament. Sigi was easily corruptible and he was easily dominated.

At the time his Uncle Ludérick also lived in Klima. His father and he amused himself by teasing him to toughen him up and make him a less naive and candid little man. Keep that in a corner of your mind…

It was at the dawn of his 17th birthday that his father decided to make him his son, heir and presented his request before the High Council of the city and had previously asked his son if he felt capable of one day becoming a pasha in his turn.

Sig had thought about the request, but as he felt capable of learning and taking over in the distant future, he accepted.

So it was on the day of his 17th birthday that he was recognized in the eyes of all, as the Adopted Son of the Ubar and Pasha, Spinaker Avro and became his son-crown prince, unanimously validated during an extraordinary Council. The blond angel had spent two thirds of his life in his family and things had happened naturally.

However, this event also attracted a lot of covetousness and some people had approached the young blond to try to influence him, to attract princely relations. This was the case of a merchant who had a slave and who lent his services a bit like a mercenary.

The blond boy had fallen in love because he discovered that he liked both men and women. However, remember earlier, his candor, his sweetness…

A tragedy occurred in his young life and as he began to approach a relationship with this man and they had a date in the city's baths, the more mature man took advantage of his candor and naivety, to inflict a sexual experience on him to take a step on him and put psychological pressure on him that the young adult did not know how to manage.

The details of what happened in the baths will be kept quiet tonight. Among you, the people around me and who know me personally and more deeply will be able to have the details of what happened that day, if they do not already know. But in any case, know that what happened, marked the young man that I was for life, because it represented rape and manipulation.

This manipulation was growing, over the days and weeks, the more mature man was setting up an odious blackmail, seeking to destabilize the dynasty and to undermine the inheritance that the young blond had just obtained then…

In any case, this is what the initiator of this odious manipulation was trying to maintain in the mind of the blond, who was discovering without understanding, the oppression of a mental collar. In this attempt at control, the prince influenced by this wounded self-esteem and this fear of the other, had the impression of reliving his childhood, like a gear that came back to life in him.

So, when he tried to rebel, as if to restore his self-esteem, the more powerful man, cornered him, dominated him and forced him to obey him… He threatened to reveal to the light, this condition of submission of the young prince, to tell him that he had caused this situation by his own fault. He made him feel guilty. While in fact Sig was under permanent threat. The man drew on the flaw he had of being judged as weak, as submissive, playing on the fact that the Prince had his word against that of another free man who dominated him, controlled him, forced him.

Rather than face his horrors any longer, he decided overnight to take his things and leave. He asked his parents to go and perfect his studies at the Physicists' cylinders of the city of Ar, without saying why this sudden desire had just arisen in him

It was with surprise that they accepted his request.

It was to escape this situation of which he was ashamed, that the young prince left at his 18th year for the city of Ar, leaving the man without the means to manipulate him any longer, counting the blackmail, putting an end to this mental pressure and this oppressive daily threat. And if he were to tell his parents? He would never believe it! Sigi would never be there to be forced to lie under threat.

He would only return to his family ten years later... What had become of him there? But that's another story, in the next episode!

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