Who is that man?

Asile POV:-

I was sitting in an alley with my back against the wall. "I am hungry. Isn't life really unpredictable?. I was kicked out of my own home by my relatives when my parents died. I have read it in lots of books, but I didn't think I would have to go through this situation". As I was thinking about how to survive, I heard a tune. " That tune, where is it coming from?... it's...it's impossible, except me and my parents no one knows it...". I instantly started running, trying to find the origin of the sound.

I saw a flute.It was lying at the area where another poor man stayed and begged for money and food. I have seen him only once. I picked up the flute thinking to return it to him once I will get to see him. But why is this flute so familiar, it was blue, blue like the sky , blue with a mixture of white , it reminded me of my mom's hair and eyes. She has light blue eyes and white hair. Quite distinct but beautifully distinct. I turned around to look for that man and saw a glimpse of him getting lost in the clouds. I ran after him seeking answers. "excuse me, sir wait, I have something you dropped." He turned behind only to look at the flute unknowingly. He said," you are special, aren't you?". I was weirdly struck by his accent, He spoke in an ancient way like those in history novels. He wore a long torn jacket, he looked mysterious and well educated if someone noticed. " Maybe, i don't know, maybe I am special because I was thrown out of my own house." I said jokingly. He smiled too and said , "everyone is special in their own way but there's something else about you, your aura is magnificent, it's pure but when I look deep into it it's covered with hidden darkness." , I was surprised how he would know about my aura? My mom once told me the same thing. So I asked him, "Sir, Does this flute belong to you?". He had a soft smile on his face, and when the wind blew his long hair and I saw his eyes, he had tears in his eyes. "It used to belong to someone close to me, He gave me this to protect it, and give it to someone at the right time, he said that the flute would find its own way, I just need to protect it. Never once in my life have I lost it, but it seems like the flute found his new master.", I had my doubts, So I asked him, "Sir, the person this used to belong to, is his name Sirek?". The man looked deep into my eyes, with gleam. He said, "What do you think?". I had hope in my eyes, a hope that my queries might be answered. "Yes, he is him, he was my partner.", he said. "How do you know him?", he asked. With teary eyes, I said," He is my..."

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