Varjak awoke. He awoke with excitement

because he was back in Mesopotamia. It

was evening, the palm trees where dancing

in the howling wind. The sky was as peach as

the Autumn leaves. The air taste as sweet as

dates. As he walked around, in the corner of his eye Varjak spotted the most beautiful river he

had ever seen, so he walked towards it. Overwhelmed, the twisting river beckoned him to drink from it. Night fell. The sky was now an

orange water- colour. The stars twinkled like

little pin pricks of light on a giant blank canvas.

Suddenly Jalal appeared, "Hello young cat!" Said Jalal

"You are ready for adventures. He chuckled, then faded

away. Torn apart Varjak thought to himself, will I ever

see him again? It was now time to leave this wondrous

place, "Good bye" Laughed Varjak.

By Mya