The Crystal - 45 The name 'Crazy' town

Zohaifa walked outside and saw a few children playing around. Some were sitting down, scratching the ground and making drawings on it. When they saw Zohaifa, everybody started shouting and ran towards him.

“Wow! I am being viewed as a Hero!” Zohaifa said proudly.

The townspeople noticed Zohaifa’s awakening. So, all of them gathered as well.

“Savior, please would you like to have dinner in my home?”

“No. I would like you to come visit my home.”

“I have a shirt to give you. Can I?”

“I want to give you this brogue shoe.”

The people of the town started to fight for the position of being his host. Red-1 stomped on the ground harshly.

“Everyone come here. We will take a lottery. The one who wins will host Zohaifa, the savior.”

Zohaifa scratched on the back of his head while desperately trying to hold a smile, “Guys, you need not to go that far. I would head home anyway.”

Red-1 told one of them, “Hey, manage the lottery and make sure nobody gives their name twice.”

Then, he approached to Zohaifa and said, “Brother, how would it feel if a hero you admired went to your house?”

“I see where this is going but…”

“Good. You understood me,” said Red-1 and went off to the lottery section.

“I guess they are not the people of Crazy town for nothing,” said Zohaifa with a sigh.

Thus a person won the lottery and was chosen to host Zohaifa. He stood in front of Zohaifa and with an air of confidence, he spoke, “Hello there, savior. My name is Mr. Fearless Fish. Nice to meet you.”

“What? Is that your actual name? And why is leg shaking so violently?”

“Forgive me, savior. It’s just that I am too nervous at this unbelievable incident. And yes, that’s my actual name.”

Zohaifa still kept that forced smile and finding no proper response, he just said, “Thank you for having me.”

Later on, he was taken to the person’s home. Like most other it is a wrecked house. Yet, the children had a smile as a welcome for their father. The father embraced his running children and said,

“I brought the savior.”

The eyes of the two siblings glimmered.

“Is that the savior everyone is talking about?” said the boy, “My name is little table.”

“What?” Zohaifa said, dumbfounded.

“I am little chair,” said the girl, “What’s your name savior?”

“Umm… I am Zohaifa.”

“That’s an odd name,” replied the boy.

Zohaifa forced a strange smile and said, “I know. My parents kept it. I wish I had a normal name like you guys.”

“Come on, dear. Let Zohaifa in. He must be tired after fighting the monster.”

Thus, he took Zohaifa inside the house.

“I swear, you return home later and later with each passing day,” said the person’s wife as she gently rotated her neck towards him, “Oh my! Who is this kid?”

“My name is Zohaifa. Nice to meet you.”

The husband said, “It’s the savior everyone keeps talking about.”

Suddenly the wife’s mood changed, and she jumped to another room and got pen and paper.

“Can I get an autograph from you?” she asked.

“I don’t have any signatures yet.”

“Just write your name, please.”

“Okay.”

Thus, she took the paper with Zohaifa’s signature and opened the door.

“I am gonna show off this to the neighbours. They are will be so jealous. Please give the savior a proper dinner.”

Zohaifa sighed and thought, “I can now clearly understand how they named the town.”