Evelyn Olivares | E9 Camran – a new invention.
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E9 Camran – a new invention.

E9 Camran – a new invention.

Tales of the Kingdom of Camran

Isaac the Inventor, the hero of our tale, whose innovation and desire for harmony save the village from all forms of peril, on nights just like tonight…

Isaac could sense the tension that hung heavily over the village, and he could not sleep.

Tomorrow, they were to have a town hall meeting to discuss a new development in the village. It was an entirely new concept, and the sentiments of the villagers were deeply divided: The mayor wished to build a clock tower in the center of town.

Some, like the baron, argued that a clock tower would allow another level of precision to the village’s historical record keeping.  Peter, the Politician, added that it would bring an air of sophistication to the village, and show to others that the townspeople valued high technology. On the other hand, Meryl, the Muse, argued that it would disturb the current aesthetic of the village, while Gerald, the Guardian, was unwilling to give up the old tree that grew where the clock was to be built.

Knowing that the disagreements were to come to a head tomorrow at dawn, Isaac’s thoughts churned furiously, searching for a solution that would preserve harmony in the village.

Suddenly, Isaac rose from his cot. He had an idea, and there were only a few hours left before daylight arrived.

When Isaac arrived at the center of town the next morning, the rest of the villagers had already gathered. The level of discord around him made his head spin. He could only hope it wouldn’t last long—not if he had anything to do with it.

Bartley, the Baron, stood in front of the crowd, raising his hand in the air. It took a few moments to silence the crowd, but finally, the meeting could begin.

Though Isaac knew his ideas would be pivotal in today’s discussion, he felt the need to allow others to speak their opinions. After all, by the look of some of their faces, they were all but bursting to say what was on their mind. Hannah, the Healer, seemed to have the same inclination, and she spoke first.

“I feel it might be best if everyone got a chance to speak,” Hannah said, her tone encouraging. “We must respect each person’s opinion, and allow all desires to be given a voice.” Many nodded in approval.

“Let it be so,” said Bartley, also nodding. “Please raise your hand if you wish to speak.” Immediately, many hands shot into the air. Peter’s was one of them.

“I’ve heard that other villages have built tall clocks, even taller than the one that has been proposed here in Camran,” Peter said, emphatically.  “We cannot fall behind! Don’t we want to be at the forefront of this new development in our wider world?” Many nodded, but Meryl was not having it. Her hand was up next.

“But just think!” said Meryl, almost in tears, “When you look out of your windows, you will no longer see the glorious natural landscape! Instead, a tower, jutting unnaturally out of the earth, will destroy the balance of the current design of our village.”

“The concept of persistent timekeeping would change the way we see our world, as well as the interactions between each other,” said Siobhan, the Sage, wisely evaluating the ramifications of such a change.

“We’ve gotten along without one up to this point,” Gerald said, quietly but defiantly. “Why is it so necessary now?”

“But it’s something new, something exciting!” Philo, the Page, joined in. “Let’s give it a go, and see what happens!”

“It would be vulnerable to attack,” William, the Warrior, pointed out, captivating the crowd with his authoritative voice. “That said, it wouldn’t be anything we couldn’t handle.”

After William said his piece, conversation broke out again. The volume rose and emotions ran high, until Isaac couldn’t stand it any longer. His time had come. He slowly, hesitantly yet deliberately, raised his own hand. Bartley quieted the crowd.

“I may have a solution. A compromise, if you will,” said Isaac, reaching into the pocket of his coat. He pulled out a small item, copper in color, box-like in shape. He held it up for all to see. “This, my friends, is a pocket clock.”

The townspeople were silent now, all craning their necks to get a look at the small box Isaac held in his hand. He continued to explain.

“This clock will provide for us the best of both worlds. With a clock so small, we can preserve the landscape of our current town, but we can also have the sophistication of time-telling whenever we choose to carry it with us. It won’t be vulnerable to attack, but it will be a brand new adventure. I can make one for each of you, just like this one.” Isaac concluded his short, yet effective speech, and passed the pocket watch around to each person, so they could see it.

Isaac was proud of his handiwork, but he was even more proud of the fact that, at this moment, all of the villagers peacefully stood together, in support of one single idea. The tension between the villagers had dissipated, and Isaac could feel the tension in his own neck and shoulders relax along with it.

“Brilliant, Isaac,” said Bartley, as he turned to the rest of the villagers. “All those in favor of the pocket watch, speak your approval.”

The townspeople joined their voices in a unanimous “Aye!” It was music to Isaac’s ears, and to his soul as well.