I am now traveling to Japan. Prince Shotoku was emperor since 593. This a man who made the Japans culture possible. He has sent me on a journey to china to bring back achievements and tech them to him. So ow i'm on my way to china.
When i got to china, I herd... music? I fallowed the sound and found a few men playing interments. Flutes, and pipes. Even drums. I took note of what they looked like and how the men played them. They I swam back to Japan to tell Prince Shotoku.
Japan is many island made up into one, so its almost broken. This makes it hard for the Prince to control all of japan. When I told him about the music, he got his builders right on it. I helped him with the design to.
I got a job teaching people how to play the interments. I even showed the Prince. Now he is a master at the flute. Now when Japan had party's, they play music and it becomes even more fun! It feels good to know i make a difference.
I heading back home. The prince even gave me some wind pipes to keep me busy. I have made many friends since joining TTI, and i have helped many others. I hope I will meet even more people next mission!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
M8 The Americas
For this mission I'm visiting the Americas. I have been researching The Americas and it turns out, they have a difficult marriage arrangement. First the grooms family hires a matchmaker, or atanzahab, and they go find a bride and interview her. Once the matchmaker finds a girl that fits the groom's parent's needs, they meet and talk about their kids. If the grooms family likes the brides family, they will get married. Lucky for me, I have been arranged to be a atanzahab, let the fun begin!
"So what do you want your son's wife to have?" I asked a lovely couple. I was surprised to not see the groom their.
"We want her to be rich. And loyal, and pretty." The mom stated saying. "And be able to cook."
"She needs to be healthy, and want children." Said the dad.
"That is all for now, we will let you know if we think of anything else." The mother told me.
"Umm, OK I will get strait to work." I said and rushed off into the village.
I interviewed what seemed like 100 girls, but same weren't able to cook, some were not rich, some looked like they were going to die. Their was one i have not meet yet.
"Excuse me mind if I ask you a few questions?" I asked her.
"Sure, I don't mind." She said. I asked all the questions the grooms family gave me, and she got all of them. I set up an interview with the parents and then I left to go tell the groom.
In the meeting sesion, I could not tell if the parents liked each other. They all had a poker face on. The parents agreed to marry the son and daughter. I felt happy that I made this happen. They even invited me to the wedding.
The wending was grate, both the family's said thank you to me. The bride and groom look happy together, even if they couldn't chose for them selves. I Think i'm going to return to my own time now, where i know i can make my own choices.
"So what do you want your son's wife to have?" I asked a lovely couple. I was surprised to not see the groom their.
"We want her to be rich. And loyal, and pretty." The mom stated saying. "And be able to cook."
"She needs to be healthy, and want children." Said the dad.
"That is all for now, we will let you know if we think of anything else." The mother told me.
"Umm, OK I will get strait to work." I said and rushed off into the village.
I interviewed what seemed like 100 girls, but same weren't able to cook, some were not rich, some looked like they were going to die. Their was one i have not meet yet.
"Excuse me mind if I ask you a few questions?" I asked her.
"Sure, I don't mind." She said. I asked all the questions the grooms family gave me, and she got all of them. I set up an interview with the parents and then I left to go tell the groom.
In the meeting sesion, I could not tell if the parents liked each other. They all had a poker face on. The parents agreed to marry the son and daughter. I felt happy that I made this happen. They even invited me to the wedding.
The wending was grate, both the family's said thank you to me. The bride and groom look happy together, even if they couldn't chose for them selves. I Think i'm going to return to my own time now, where i know i can make my own choices.
M7
In my last mission I went on a safari of Egypt. Today, I am going farther west into Africa and meeting up with a few friends from a long time ago. I'm hoping it will go as planed, but if I know anything about time travel, it's that you never know what to expect. I decided to keep my camel, I bonded with him during the tour of Egypt. If we go to a place with out deserts I'm going to have to leave him here.
"Aria! How nice to see you! Are you well?" Shakir asked me. Shakir is a North African name meaning 'thankful'. She was my grate, grate, grate, grate, grate, grate, grandmothers friend. Story's of there childhood were passed down from generation to generation.
"Yes very well, how about yourself?" I said. It was nice to talk to a friend and not need to make new ones.
"Oh, well we are trying to get by. It's hard to raise 4 children by myself." She said with a sigh. Shakir lost her husband 2 years ago. "Well, what do you feel like doing today?" She asked me.
"Why don't we take the kids out somewhere, just to walk around." I mentioned.
"Ok, ill go get my stuff."
We walked around the town looking at the wonderful art, and hearing the music. I felt a hand on my leg.
"Abi! Abi! Hurry, its about to start! Hurry, hurry!" A small child was tugging at my hand.
"Whats about to start?" I asked.
"The story telling! You are telling the story of why Anansi has 8 thin legs!" She screamed. Story telling dose sound fun. I think i'll make this work.
The little girl puled me through the crowds of people and sat me on a wooden stool. The music came to a stop, and I thought of what the story would be.
"One upon a time, long ago, there lived a...a spider named Anansi. Anansi's wife was a very good cook, but her still liked eating his other friends food to. One day he stopped by his good friends Rabat's house.Rabbit was cooking beans and Anansi wanted some. The beans were not done yet, so Anansi suggested that he would give rabbit a rope, and one side would be tied to his leg. When the beans were done, Rabbit would pull on the rope and so Anansi would know when to come. Anansi visited several other friends. Each one making new food that was not done yet. Anansi had one rope tied to each leg. When Anansi was walking home, one of his ropes started to pull, then another, then another! Soon Anansi's legs were getting so stretched out, the ropes snapped and Anansi had 8 thin legs. The End."
The crowed applaud and I felt good that I helped bring smiles to the kids faces. Shakir came up to me and said that all the kids loved the story. I helped her get them all home, and them I left to go back home. I think this was a mission gone well.
"Aria! How nice to see you! Are you well?" Shakir asked me. Shakir is a North African name meaning 'thankful'. She was my grate, grate, grate, grate, grate, grate, grandmothers friend. Story's of there childhood were passed down from generation to generation.
"Yes very well, how about yourself?" I said. It was nice to talk to a friend and not need to make new ones.
"Oh, well we are trying to get by. It's hard to raise 4 children by myself." She said with a sigh. Shakir lost her husband 2 years ago. "Well, what do you feel like doing today?" She asked me.
"Why don't we take the kids out somewhere, just to walk around." I mentioned.
"Ok, ill go get my stuff."
We walked around the town looking at the wonderful art, and hearing the music. I felt a hand on my leg.
"Abi! Abi! Hurry, its about to start! Hurry, hurry!" A small child was tugging at my hand.
"Whats about to start?" I asked.
"The story telling! You are telling the story of why Anansi has 8 thin legs!" She screamed. Story telling dose sound fun. I think i'll make this work.
The little girl puled me through the crowds of people and sat me on a wooden stool. The music came to a stop, and I thought of what the story would be.
"One upon a time, long ago, there lived a...a spider named Anansi. Anansi's wife was a very good cook, but her still liked eating his other friends food to. One day he stopped by his good friends Rabat's house.Rabbit was cooking beans and Anansi wanted some. The beans were not done yet, so Anansi suggested that he would give rabbit a rope, and one side would be tied to his leg. When the beans were done, Rabbit would pull on the rope and so Anansi would know when to come. Anansi visited several other friends. Each one making new food that was not done yet. Anansi had one rope tied to each leg. When Anansi was walking home, one of his ropes started to pull, then another, then another! Soon Anansi's legs were getting so stretched out, the ropes snapped and Anansi had 8 thin legs. The End."
The crowed applaud and I felt good that I helped bring smiles to the kids faces. Shakir came up to me and said that all the kids loved the story. I helped her get them all home, and them I left to go back home. I think this was a mission gone well.
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