Chapter one

                                       Chapter one: Sounds of new life




It was an early afternoon a sunny atumn day in the middle of August. The blackbirds song echoed in the Climber forest and the smell of home cooked meal made the stomach growl.


In the east end of the village in a little garden laid a white house. Life was blooming everywhere and this house was just only one of many that soon, would bear the witness of it.


The housekeepers, more known as Mr and Mrs Zalam who lived and took care of the delightful home, was expecting a child. Mrs Zalam was in the eighth month and it wasn't always easy to work for her - almost too heavy and tough for any pregnant woman to handle.


Even if there were only a few things to do and that seemed like "not-a-burden-at-all" then her husband took care of it - though he knew that it had been a tough time for his wife during the pregnancy and he didn't want her to become ill - medecine was expensive and money in the other hand, was very hard to get and since the husband got an injury in the left leg, he hadn't been able to work in town for a long time.


Instead, they planted many different seeds in their garden, hoping that they could sell some of the upcoming vegetables and berries at the market to earn some money to buy the most "needed" things.


The weeks went by and after three hours of agony and screaming she finaly gave birth to their first child.

- It's a little boy, the father said as he wraped the baby in a soft blanket and handled it to the mother.
- Oh, what a sweet... little face, the mother said while she gently patted her newborn son's head.
- He sure has, the father replied while a wave of pride touched his heart and made him smile.
- What shall we call him?
- I sugest we give him a name of any of our ancestors...
- But they're so many - it would take too long to find a single name!
- Okay, then choose yourself!
- Hmm, what about... Al?
- That sounds good.
- Only good?
- It'll suit him fine, darling, the husband said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

The baby boy squealed and looked up on the father while his hands streched up in the air.

- Hehehe, looks like he wants you to hold him, the mother said.
- Handle him over to me, then, the father replied as he got the son in his arms.

He smiled when he saw the little one burried his small face in the chest and began to suck on his thumb. The father let out a delightful sigh.
- My little boy... my son.