Ring

The passenger gathered up and looked down the path of the lodge….

As the splendor of the city welcomes the passenger who looks at him from afar…. The passenger stood up, limping, ignoring his trembling knees….

He was aware that the news he had received was more important than his life. Perhaps, at the end of this journey, his body would succumb to many diseases. But the future of the sect depended on the timing of the news to be delivered. His eyes were too dark to see forward anymore. Not realizing how long his path was left, he shuffled his feet despite his iron-heavy steps. He was able to notice that he was coming to the entrance of the city with the copper mallets he heard. Only the one he touched by taking out a quarter of gold in his pocket

He could say "water". There might even be a possibility that the person to whom he stretched the quarter was a mirage. Nothing mattered anymore like a glass of water. He laid his skinny, thirsty body in front of the person he stretched out the quarter, as if letting himself go into eternity. He woke up with a wet cloth rubbed on his forehead for fear that he would never open his eyes again. He shouted in a feeble cry that I should "go". While the fragility of his body was gone with the spoonful of soup he gave to his mouth by someone he did not know in a bed he did not know, he was content to just open and close his mouth for water and soup, he still had the news to convey. Towards the evening, he woke up in the room with his eyes fading, and he looked around with his eyes that began to fade.

As he approached the lodge, the weak rhythms of his heart began to strain his breath.

He called out the password to the man who was guarding the dark corner of the street, nervously. With the command he received, he started walking towards the darkest corner of the street only, while following the man who was advancing in the dark like a shadow, he hesitated at the signal given and unraveled the rusty chains of the wooden door on the left. As he tried to take a step forward as he lifted, the stranger shouted to stop quickly and hastily.

In this silence in the frosty night, this high-pitched voice had farewelled the dark night as if tore.

He stood where he was and tried to gather strength by breathing deeply for a while, but could not find the strength to take another step with his heavier legs and his skinny body.

With the first step he took, the mechanism resembling booby traps moved and sent a spear to the slender body. With the pain she felt in her body, she could not stand much and collapsed.

He stretches his hand towards the stranger and "quickly bring me to the master. I have to give him the good news of heir before he dies."

The moment he heard the word alien heir, he was stuck in his body as if ten spears had come ... But the importance of time would have transmitted the signal to his brain that he would come to him.

He embraced the skinny body man with his majestic arms in one go and started running downward.

The staircase he descended on looked like a iron barn at first. When he reached the end of the stairs, the rose symbol embellished with golden daggers, symbolizing the power and wealth of the order, greeted them. While the long corridor reveals another city under the city. There was a guard lined up at the door of each room. The blacksmith's shop, which connects two different worlds, skillfully glazed the cellar, which is the only door to enter this underground city, with a mechanism that no one can understand.

Most of the doors of the lodge on the right were made of wood, and the doors on the left were made of iron. When he reached the middle of the corridor, the number of watchmen waiting at the door of each room increased. When they reached the end of the corridor, huge locks in front of each door made the eyes feel the smell of a huge mystery behind them.

At the very end of these doors decorated with gold motifs, when they approached the magnificent carved large door with a room, it drew attention that all doors were zoned as if they were directed towards this door. Every door he looked at was pointing at this door like an arrow

As the imposing soldier grabs his skinny body like a sack and rushes to the door at the end of the corridor

"Quickly open the master's door," he shouted. This anxious and panicked sound caused the soldiers lying in every room to come out in a hurried and armed manner.

The soldier standing at the door at the end of the corridor first made a stop sign to the soldier who came to understand the incident. After the word heir, the army could not stop him. With a majestic shoulder to the soldier standing at him

He opened the iron door with a kick, saying "we don't have time for a fool, slant, you fool." The sheikh, who was the news of what was happening, jumped from his seat and stared angrily towards the door.

He said, "Who is that rude, not to get rid of it?"

When the voice of the soldier echoing in the big room saying "There is news of our lord Heir", the word Heir echoed suddenly, the old man stood up with a start with the word Heir.

. Tell me what is the news about the heir?

The messenger who starts to speak with a cilized voice, albeit difficult

"Sir ring ... the ring is on that woman ....

"Which ring be fast! We may be too late.

"ring ... ring ... the stranger woman in the house of the Istanbul guard Asaf ...

He had delivered his soul with the word

This event, which would be solved as easily as a sock rip, turned into a sailor's knot due to a stupid mistake. While the name of the word sacred ring did not even pass through the land, the news that it is now in these lands was worth a fortune. After beating the stupidity of the events, he kicked the corpse in front of him with a weak kick and the words "take this here and nobody enter my room until the morning", the soldiers immediately did what they said before the words turned to an energy from their lips. After finding the slightly cracked area in front of him with his shaky hands, his closet, which was full of religious books and full of religious books, started turning the dagger in his belt into that crack. After this process, which did not require much force, a brown-colored thick-bound book fell on the floor from the top of the shelf. The allel rushed to leave this book, which did not contain any words, on the table and began to write a note. He took down the events he experienced in the last hours as a report. The paper on which he took notes was not the kind of paper to be found everywhere. The paper, which has a slightly yellowish color, looked as if it was not affected by the strokes. Although he was typing fast with his shaky hand, the paper in front of him was completely blank. He immediately asked the imposing soldier to carry the messenger by his arms to his room. Being summoned at such an important night was also a sign that he was in a better place than he was. Confidently and proudly "here you go sir"

"Kepez Hamdi is now the most important