One rainy evening, as he clicked the PDF, the screen flickered. A gust of wind smelling of old paper and apples blew through his room. The PDF flew off the screen, the letters glowing gold, and pulled Behruz inside.
“Go, Went, Gone – Bormoq ,” Behruz would mumble. “Eat, Ate, Eaten – Yemoq .” The words felt like dry sand.
“I ride my horse,” she sobbed. “Yesterday, I rode him. But now he is gone! I have ridden every path!”
Behruz knelt. “No, Your Majesty. You are the most important.”
“I… I am Behruz ,” he stammered.
The guards stepped aside. “You may enter the Verb Kingdom.”
Inside, the kingdom was chaos. Verbs were running everywhere, tangled in their own forms. A tiny woman was crying next to a broken cart.