The First Book of Iaddius Ioahann (Chapter 1, page 1 of 2)


 
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Chapter 1

"Iaddius Iohann has done more to affect the peace, liberty, and happiness of this people than any other man known. He was a man of virtue and of integrity. In his journals we see some of his weaknesses, some of his boyish short-comings. But as we continue to read and to learn what do we see? We see him outgrowing them, we see him overcoming them, and we see him turn his greatest weaknesses into his greatest strengths. That is the legacy of Iaddius Iohann. Some have surmised that he was a man of perfect courage, perfect understand, perfect intelligence - but that is not so. That would only serve to lessen the man in my esteem! His virtue is that he wasn't perfect but that he showed us the path to overcoming our own flaws and gaining the victory despite them." - Matthias Ciadda Ishmael Iohann sat quietly upon the short wall surrounding his garden. Behind him the sun was setting behind the white peaks, painting all of the earth a beautiful pink and orange color. He smiled to himself as he saw his five-year-old son, Iaddius, emerge from the house and run gaily toward him.

"Daddy!" The boy said enthusiastically. "Guess what me and mommy did today?"

"What did you do boy?" Ishmael answered, gathering the boy tightly in his arms and kissing his boyishly fat cheeks.

Iaddius wiped his face where he had been kissed and contorted his face into a look of absolute revulsion. "Yuck, Dad!"

Ishmael laughed heartily at the boy and again squeezed him tightly. "So what did you do today."

"Oh!" Iaddius turned and glanced at his mother who was watching from the door way, and then turned back to Ishmael. "Me and mommy went to the valley and then we went to the ocean and I saw whales!"

"O yeah?" Ishmael said with a laugh. "And you got back in time for dinner, huh?"

"Well," Again the boy looked back at his mother. "Mommy had to make dinner when we were in the forest."

"Ah, you're mommy's very talented then isn't she boy?" He said smiling up at his wife.

"Yup."

Later that night, as they lay together in their bed, Ishmael turned to Leah, his wife.

"Sweet-heart," He whispered to her. "Why do you encourage our boy?"

"It doesn't matter, Ishmael. All that that boy thinks about is getting out of these mountains. All he talks about is the forests and the oceans."

 
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