Tuesday, January 31, 2017

The Papyrus of Providence

 "Please turn back!" The Sentry Guard told the young girl.

The young girl's hands were buzzing with magic as she had pushed through the barrier protecting the Papyrus of Providence. The minute, she had been successful in breaking the barrier, the alarm at the Guard's home had gone off, alerting him that the Papyrus was in danger.

Which was why the Guard had appeared here immediately. But the Guard knew that the Papyrus needed no protection. The true reason the Guard came was curiosity. Good, old fashioned curiosity. It had been ages since he had seen anyone determined to break through the barriers and see the Papyrus. The misguided fools who did not understand the Papyrus, were the ones who gave up first.

But not this person. It made her special. More than special.

The girl was a human. A young human and her face was filled with soot and she looked furiously annoyed. It had been ages since the Guard had seen a human. But he knew that the seekers always varied. It ranged from power hungry fools to the young child like the one he was seeing.

The girl snarled at the Guard angrily.

"And how are you going to stop me?" She demanded furiously. "I just crossed a fire breathing dragon and impossible Invisible shield and a trip to Neverending land, to get here!" She yelled at the Guard. "Anything that you can do, I will overcome it!"

The stubbornness in her voice made the Guard laugh. The anger in her voice was something that the Guard appreciated.

"I am very sure that you can defeat me very easily," The Guard told the girl.

For the first time a frown appeared on the girl's face.

The Guard could read the child's mind. He was powerful enough to do that. But he did not. He never interfered with people's minds or their workings. Besides, he did not need to be clairvoyant to know what the child was thinking.

"What did you say?" The girl asked looking at the Guard as the first bout of uncertainty struck her face.

Equina was feeling nauseous after her trip inside the Neverending land. No matter where she started, Equina always ended up in the same place. After a futile ten trials in trying to outrun the place, she had figured out that there was not the place she had to overrun. She needed to walk out of the time.

Neverending Land was nothing but a time loop. After the person reached the end, the time loop started again, bringing the person back to the start of the time.

Breaking the Time Loop had taken up almost all of Equina's energy and she was battered and tired. That was when she realized that the Papyrus of Providence had one more protection. When Equina learnt that, she had almost given up. She wanted nothing more than to just turn back because Equina was not sure what lay beyond the border of the Time Loop. And Equina had lost most of her magic power. It was just her and her wits.

But those were the two things she always relied on. More than her own magic.

And more importantly Equina was never one to give up. No matter how hard the task, she went through with it.

The Papyrus of Providence – the parchment which could provide her with the complete future of all things which would happen to her world, she needed to know it. That was the only way she could beat the Shadows during their impending attack on her kingdom. She had already devised various shields and her Magis were using all their powers to fight the Shadows. But she needed to take the knowledge of the Papyrus about the future, back to her people so that they could fight the Shadows and win.

"I said that you can very easily defeat me, child," the Sentry Guard said chuckling. He meant every word of what he had said. "You were able to outrun a vicious dragon and use your wits and your magic to get through the Time Loop. Trust me, even if I try to stop you, I can probably stop you once." The Guard shook his head. "No more than that. You..." The Guard studied the child's resilient heart and smiled, "...are someone who can learn. And you can learn very well from your mistakes." The Guard nodded. "You are not someone that I can fight and win."

Equina was puzzled. "Where is the Papyrus?" She asked. The Guard was confusing her. And she was not sure she wanted to waste her time listening to him prattle.

"Here," The Sentry Guard said.

Equina blinked.

Floating in the air before her was the papyrus. Like it had been all the time. But a second back, she had not been able to see it. Now she could. Equina wondered whether the Guard had put it inside a Shield and dismissed the thought. It was immaterial. She had to now read the thing and go back to her people.

She fully expected the Guard to attack, as she carefully walked towards the papyrus and picked it up.

The Guard did absolutely nothing.

"Aren't you going to do anything?" She demanded from the Guard. It was the lack of activity which got on her nerves. Enemies she could handle. The silence was something which really bugged her.

The Guard laughed. "Do not read it," He said.

Equina stopped. There was something in the tone of the Guard. Something which was not right. But the Papyrus in her hand cackled with real magic. She could almost feel the magic of the Papyrus nearly burning through her. It was the real thing.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Equina asked holding the Papyrus firmly as she eyed the Guard.

"You are wise for your age," The Guard observed and there was genuine respect in his eyes.

Equina said nothing as the Guard continued, "May I know why you want the Papyrus of Providence? It is meant for knowing the future." The Guard studied the girl once more, "I am guessing that you want to know about something bad happening in the future and the ways to avoid it," He said nodding to himself.

"Yes," Equina said reluctantly. "The Shadows are to attack my kingdom. If they spread their darkness around my kingdom, we shall all be doomed. I want to protect my kingdom which is why I want to know what I can do to protect them without any damage to any of my people."

"Have you fortified your people?" That was the immediate question of the Guard.

"To the best of my abilities," Equina said proudly.

The Guard smiled. "The Papyrus cannot help you," He told her gently.

Equina blinked. For a second, she had relaxed. She had relaxed thinking that the Guard was not going to hurt her. She was a fool. The Guard was obviously waiting for her drop her defences and then attack her.

"I will read the Papyrus and I will help my people," Equina said stubbornly, clutching the Papyrus so tightly that she was afraid that she was going to tear it.

"You will help your people, but not with the Papyrus. But because you are Equina, the ruler of your people. You will lead them to battle, because you believe that you will be victorious. And you will win because you have done everything to the best of your ability," the Guard told her.

Equina blinked again. Nothing the Guard said made sense.

"The future belongs to no one, child. It is made by people who believe in themselves. People like you. People who do things to the best of their abilities and keep learning."

Equina said nothing as the Guard continued. "Imagine if a Shadow came here tomorrow and looked at the Papyrus and learnt the ways to defeat you?"

Equina was frankly numb. So numb that she could not think. She could not be the only person who was willing to do such a thing. The Shadows were evil. But that did not change the fact that there could be people like her there too. People who could fight a fire-breathing dragon, cross an Invisible Shield or cross Neverending land.

"I will burn the Papyrus after I read it!" Equina said viciously.

That was when the Guard laughed. He laughed uncontrollably and Equina was shocked. Badly shocked. "You just crossed a time loop. Do you really think burning this Papyrus at this point of time is going to change anything?" The Guard asked after he had finished laughing.

Equina blinked again. What the Guard said made sense. People could always come at a time before this point of time. She could not burn something for all of eternity. It was impossible.

"So what should I do?" Equina demanded.

"I will tell you a story. Then probably you can decide what needs to done," The Guard said settling himself more comfortably in his chair as he snapped his fingers.

A chair appeared behind Equina. Equina rolled her eyes. Was she honestly supposed to be impressed with this? The Sentry Guard was a Legend. And all he could do was laugh and create a chair. That was something that a Level One Magi could do. Probably she should have her head examined for trying to come here.

"Once upon a time, a king of a powerful kingdom had two sons. The second son was into learning abstract and useless things and the first son was extraordinarily skilled in the field of administering the kingdom. Despite their varied interests, the two brothers loved each other a lot. And as time grew, their bond became stronger. On the day, they completed their studies, the Court Astrologer was summoned and he was ordered to look into the future of the two boys. The Astrologer looked into their horoscope and said something impossible. He said that the second son who was deemed to be completely useless in their kingdom was destined to become more famous – something of a legend among his people."

Equina blinked as the Guard nodded. "On hearing this, the second son was worried that his brother would do something silly like give up his kingdom to him, which was why, the second son immediately relinquished all his rights and exiled himself from the kingdom. The first son was unhappy with his brother's choice. But the first son ruled his people wisely and well and was one of the best kings that the kingdom had seen."

"Why do I get a feeling that this is the story of the second son?" Equina asked as the Guard fell silent.

"Because you are smart," The Guard said smiling.

The Guard noticed the child roll her eyes and laughed as he continued, "The second son roamed around a lot and frankly he had a lot of problems in all places. Finally he met a brilliant Magi, who was willing to teach him. Over time, the second son became so powerful in magic that he was..."

"...chosen to be the Sentry Guard of the Papyrus of Providence?" Equina asked completing what the Guard had to say.

The Guard was not surprised as he nodded his head.

Since the time the girl did not look inside the Papyrus, he knew that he was not looking at an ordinary child. She was stubborn, strong and clever. A leader. And she could join the dots much faster than almost anyone else could.

"Yes," The Guard said finally. "So what the Court Astrologer said came true. I did become something of a legend. But not in the way anyone thought I would do it. I did not understand it. I was trying to run away from my destiny and that was when I created my destiny."

Equina thought that for a few seconds as she saw the Papyrus in her hands. "So you are trying to tell me that I can do my best and then hope for the best with the war against the Shadows. That is all?" She asked. "I did all those impossible things to know that?"

"You did those impossible things because you believed, Equina. You believed you could do it." The Guard nodded. "That is the only thing which can help you. Not this." The Guard smiled shaking his head pointing at the Papyrus. "The knowledge of the future is always a dangerous thing. It takes away things that we find magical in life. It restricts us because we believe that what is written there would come true. I would not be wrong if I said that we would make those things happen, just by believing that those things would happen."

As he said the last sentence, the Guard sensed a sudden change in the child.

Her grasp on the papyrus loosened and the Guard smiled. People always asked him why he never read the Papyrus of Providence for himself. He was after all the Guard. No one could question him if he read it. The answer to that was simple. He did not want to know what was written in it. He wanted to create his future, not live the future that someone else had written for him.

It looked like the child before him had just understood that.

Equina completely let the Papyrus go as it floated to the place between them.

"I need to be getting back to my people. We need to be prepared," She said getting up.

"Can you open the Papyrus and read it?" The Guard asked. He had to tell the ultimate secret of the Papyrus to the girl. One that very few people could understand.

Equina blinked.

"You went all this way to convince me not to read it and now that I am convinced, you say this?" She asked faintly.

"I want to help you spread the idea of why no one else should come looking for the Papyrus," The Guard told Equina. "You seem to be someone who would understand. Others see the papyrus and think that what it shows them is the future. But people who understand the nature of the Papyrus would see the true future." The Guard said. "I am just curious what you see," he said with a small smile.

Equina thought that for a few seconds and nodded to herself as she pulled up the Papyrus. As she opened it, she knew that there was nothing that Papyrus could teach her. If she liked what the Papyrus said, she would follow it. If she did not like it, she would change it. She did not rely on it, any more. It was immaterial what was written there. She made her own future. The Papyrus could not make it for her.

Equina blinked for the largest second in her life as she opened the papyrus and read it. Or at least she tried to read it.

The Papyrus of Providence which was supposed to tell the future of all living things everywhere was blank. Completely and totally blank.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

The Prison of the Mind

"How could you do it?" Ankita asked as she was clutching her trembling hands under the table, staring at the handcuffed Tarang Ker. The dark dimly lit room was making it difficult for her to see Tarang clearly and Ankita regretted it.
She needed to see him and satisfy herself that the man was in pain. She needed to know it. Ankita was almost sure that that was the only way, the pain in her own heart, which she felt every day for the past seven years would lessen.
And as Ankita spoke, a dark vicious hatred spread through her heart. Though Ankita did not stop this hatred usually, but right now, Ankita was struggling to beat down her emotions. Being too close to the bastard was bringing back memories...Memories which Ankita had been trying to forget for the past seven years. Unsuccessfully.
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, Ankita could see Tarang's features clearly. The man was cuffed to the horizontal bar affixed on the table and his hands and face were scarred. His brown eyes looked dead and sunken, like he had not been getting enough sleep and his full lips which laughed readily once, were now shrivelled and his sickly skin hue was making him look ghastly.
And for the first time, Ankita felt slightly better. The man deserved more, but at least, prison life had taken a toll on him. The bastard was suffering at least a little for what he had done. That was when Ankita realized that Tarang with his sunken eyes still looked at her with a strange expression. It was not an expression which Ankita could identify. And Ankita was not the least bit curious to know what it meant either.
Ankita beat down her hatred and felt strong enough to look at Tarang again. She had come here to tell him what he had taken away from her life. To make Tarang understand, how he had just snuffed out a beautiful life, without a single shred of remorse. To make him understand, what her sister meant to her. Ankita always felt that among the two of them, Shreya was the more beautiful and the more talented one. And Ankita adored Shreya because Shreya had never let Ankita feel that ever.
To Shreya, Ankita was her baby sister. A baby sister, whom Shreya had protected fiercely from the bullies at school and to whom Shreya never hid anything. They told each other everything - right from the things at their school to Shreya's first crush.
And that kind of a girl was now not here. Her life brutally cut short....
Ankita could feel her hatred almost threaten to consume her, as her eyes were getting blurred.
She could not appear weak before this pathetic excuse of a human being, Ankita told herself fiercely, as she ignored her stinging eyes and cleared her throat forcibly. Tarang needed to know what he had taken away from her life. "She was so...." Ankita started speaking and stopped immediately because she hated her own voice right then. Her voice was trembling with hatred, with anger and...from fear. And she looked weak. Ankita's voice trailed away and there was a very numb part of her brain wondering how she could complete the sentence. Shreya was so ...Beautiful? Bubbly? Chirpy? Smart? Trusting?
How could Ankita describe Shreya? Ankita was almost horrified as she realized that she really did not know why she had dragged herself here to see the bastard. She could tell him nothing. She could explain absolutely nothing to him. Ankita realized that Tarang was a disease. A sick disease, who was trying to ruin her life. He had already destroyed her sister and he was doing the same to her now. Just more slowly. Very, very slowly and painfully.
Disgusted, Ankita looked at Tarang wondering how he had done it. How could he convince Shreya so well with so much evil inside him? How could the usually astute Shreya who noticed everything misjudge a man so badly. How could....
The questions swirling in Ankita's mind could never end and they brought the one phrase which Ankita had come to despise. The phrase which always left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. A phrase which was as sickening as the man before her...If only...
And suddenly, Ankita was finding it impossible to breathe as everything around her was getting blurred. Ankita was afraid that if she stayed in the room any more, the darkness was going to infect her in some way. The memories which she thought she had buried, surfaced almost drowning her as all Ankita could remember was the red colour flashing before her. The memory was as terrifying now as it had been when she had seen it first. The bloodstained curtains, Shreya's lifeless body and Tarang bending over clutching Shreya's dead body in his hands....Ankita was struggling to get her breath out, as she pushed herself away, trying to get out of the room.
Ankita made a sickening discovery that she had made a huge mistake in coming here. An atrociously stupid mistake. She had genuinely thought that after seven years, the wounds would have healed and that she could be brave enough to look at her sister's murderer.
That was the reason she had approached the cop who had been handling her sister's case – Nataraj Manohar. When Ankita first met Nataraj, Ankita was glad that Nataraj had asked her no questions when she said that she wanted to visit Tarang. Because Ankita was in no position to articulate why she wanted to talk to Tarang. One look at Ankita, and Nataraj had immediately agreed to take her inside the prison to see the man. But then Nataraj himself had a personal interest in the case. He was known to Ankita's family and there was a time when Ankita thought that Nataraj was going to marry Shreya. But that talk had never progressed any further, because Shreya never encouraged Nataraj. Despite that, Nataraj had still remained a good friend of the family.
And right now, Ankita desperately wished that Nataraj had stopped her.
She was not prepared for this. Nothing could prepare her for this...
Seeing Tarang's sunken eyes and watching the handcuffed wrists, the very same wrists which once wore a Rolex, did not give Ankita the vicious satisfaction which she had expected to feel. Burning inside her now was not just her hatred. As Ankita saw Tarang, she became aware of another painful emotion churning inside her – Guilt. Tarang was paying a price for the crime that he had committed. And it crashed into Ankita's head that she was the one who was in prison – her mind never let her forget and all she had done in the past seven years was replay the murder scene as she had seen it, in a continuous loop. No matter how far away from the country she had gone, how much distance she put between herself and her people, the truth was that she had never let her past go. She had never even known how the past seven years had gone and she was captive of her mind. And she had not even done anything wrong.
At least that was what she kept telling herself.
Ankita's hands were trembling so badly, as she realized that her mind would never let her forget the five missed calls which she had had from Shreya, that evening seven years back.
Her sister had been calling her for help. Despearately. And Ankita had heard none of it. Worse, Ankita was attending the party, enjoying herself. The very party that Shreya had refused to come to because Shreya had fought with her long time boyfriend and Shreya had wanted some time alone after it.
And what really hurt Ankita was that she had spoken with Shreya just before entering the party. Shreya was in better spirits and she had wanted to tell Ankita something important and Shreya had promised her that everything was going to be alright and even promised to tell Ankita some important news when Ankita came home.
After the call, Ankita had put the phone inside the purse and had entered the party feeling happy, ready to enjoy herself, thinking that everything was alright with her sister.
Now, seven years later, Ankita could not even figure out what Shreya had wanted to tell her. That secret also died with Shreya. Because while Ankita was enjoying herself, someone had killed her sister. Not just someone...this very bastard, Shreya's boyfriend, the man whom Shreya had wanted to marry – Tarang had killed Shreya. He had killed Shreya with his own hands. Because Shreya had walked away from him.
"Anki, please listen to me, I never confessed to the murder," Tarang's words were desperately hoarse and it almost seemed like Tarang had not spoken for a long time.
And when Ankita heard what he had said, something inside Ankita snapped. Tarang did not even admit to putting an end to a life...."You son of bitch!" Ankita's scream was almost feral.
Nataraj, who was behind Ankita, was shocked as Ankita pushed herself back and her chair fell back with a thud as she moved ferociously fast to the other side of the table and slapped Tarang viciously. In the same move, Ankita brought her hand back in another slap.
And her blows were so hard that the cop saw some blood in the killer's mouth as the killer's head whipped hard on both sides as he looked badly jarred. Tarang was cuffed which was why he could not protect himself and he winced as he shook his head. But he said nothing more, bending his head down, taking deep breaths as his hands were trembling.
Ankita was breathing hard and raised her hands again, as Nataraj came forward, coming before Ankita, ready to stop her. Before things went too far out of hand. With Ankita in this mood, Nataraj had no doubt that things would get ugly real fast. But then, Nataraj seriously did not mind what Ankita was doing. Nataraj genuinely believed that the man languishing in prison deserved this... and a lot more.
"I didn't...." Tarang's voice was broken and he was struggling to breathe properly as Ankita pushed Nataraj out of the way and hit Tarang again.
Tarang gasped as he was struggling to protect himself as Ankita snarled angrily at him. "You were leaning over my sister's body and the knife had your fingerprints." Ankita spat out angrily as she realized that the son of a bitch pretended to not understand what he had done. But she knew. She knew the entire case of the prosecution. She had attended every single day that the case went on in court. Her parents had tried to stop her from going to court, but Ankita had never listened to them. But the bastard needed to know.... That was the main thought in Ankita's head as she could not stop herself. "And you just had a fight with her the day before...." Ankita screamed angrily, but she could not continue as she chocked on her words.
The smug bastard was just driving Ankita mad with hatred. Ankita moved forward clenching her hands tightly in a fist as Nataraj looked at her with a sad expression shaking his head, trying to stop her in case she did something that she was really going to regret.
Ankita looked at Nataraj's face and nearly cursed but she was trying to control herself as she was trembling from head to foot. Ankita pushed Nataraj away and snarled pulling her hands back in another vicious punch.
"S..S..She was talking to you about her pendant that day." Tarang said, suddenly stammering slightly, as he swallowed painfully as he stared at Ankita with a pretty pathetic expression on his face.
The bastard was telling her this now. In a swift move almost defying physics, Ankita shoved Nataraj out of her way again, as her face went ugly.
But Tarang was not done torturing her, "You took Shreya's pendant without telling her. I was there at that time that you were talking." Tarang said in a pained voice.
Ankita felt a red film around her and a hatred envelop her. Hatred the likes of which she had never even felt as she pushed Tarang hard on the table, as she chocked the life out of the man. Slowly, painfully...
Ankita suddenly felt herself being pushed back hard.
"Kid, relax!" Nataraj looked at Ankita holding her hands tightly as Tarang was retching behind. No one paid attention to the criminal as Ankita was trembling struggling to control herself.
"Anki, I came there to apologise for our fight."
Nataraj swore viciously and honestly he looked like he was going to kill Tarang himself, but Tarang showed no signs of stopping, "I apologized and I proposed!" Tarang was almost sobbing for breath, "She accepted. As Shreya was speaking with you, I had to attend a phone call. It was a business deal and I went out of the house to talk through the deal. When I came back, half an hour later...." Tarang chocked shaking his head. "I love Shreya!" Tarang said swallowing looking painfully at Ankita. "With my whole heart. She was the only love of my life. Why would I kill her?" Tarang was looking at Ankita with a pathetic expression and he was struggling to get the words out as he tried to get near her, but his cuffs were preventing him from doing anything.
Nataraj snarled and would have punched the man but the girl needed his attention. She looked like she was going to hyperventilate. Her dark face suddenly became unbelievably pale and her whole body was trembling.
"No one believed my story. They did not even hear me!" Tarang was trying to come forward looking only at Ankita.
Nataraj heard Tarang perfectly fine and he did not like what he heard. In a fit of anger, Nataraj turned and slapped Tarang hard as Tarang collapsed falling down the ground and hitting himself on his head, on the table.
"You were convicted!" Nataraj blazed angrily at Tarang. "But not before you made a mockery of the entire legal system. Your lawyer tried to make us look like fools," Nataraj nearly kicked the man who was blindly pushing himself back trying to protect himself. "Your lawyer kept saying that there had to be a third person in the scene!" Nataraj sneered angrily. "What stranger could come to that house? We found you with the murder weapon in your hands. There was no need to look any further. I was in the outskirts of the town and I was the first one to arrive at the scene and I found you holding Shreya. And I am more than sure that if I had not come, you would have killed this child too." Nataraj said looking at Ankita angrily. Nataraj looked angrily at Ankita, "Go home, kid!" he said with cold anger. "I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you see him. I thought I was giving you closure. I made a mistake." Nataraj could barely control himself as he kicked the fallen man again who winced terribly trying not to cry out in pain. "This man is still lying. All these years he was in prison and he still denies it! I wonder what he did with the ruby ring he gave her, when he proposed to her!" The cop yelled kicked Tarang again.
"What ring?" Ankita asked in a sullen tone, shaking her head. Nothing anyone said was making sense to her anymore. She could not process anything any more. She just wanted to go home and she wanted to cry herself to sleep like she had done all these years.
"I didn't do it," Tarang gave a strangled gasp, pushing himself back. Tarang gave a sobbing breath, not able to say anything else.
Nataraj looked at Ankita and looked vicious. "That is the only reason I did not want you to meet him. That sick bastard deserves to be killed. Mercilessly. And just as I feared, if you let such bastards talk, all they will do is bleat about their innocence and..."
"Please sir, I realize that coming here is a mistake," Ankita interrupted Nataraj looking at him with pleading eyes. There were tears in her eyes and she did not even seem aware of it. "I want to go home."
"I am telling the truth," Tarang managed.
Nataraj snarled turning as he flexed his fingers angrily but Ankita clutched him loosely and she looked like she was looking like she was going to collapse anytime.
"I will take you home, kid," Nataraj said angrily, spit flying from his face, trying to lead her out of the prison room.
Ankita stared blankly at Tarang unwilling to move and her haunted expression unnerved even Nataraj. "Ankita?" Nataraj asked shaking her gently, pushing her out.
Anktia looked at Tarang and there was an impossible look on her face. One that could not be defined.
"I didn't do it, Anki!" Tarang said swallowing painfully.
"I want to go home," She whispered and almost no one could even hear what she had said.
After that Ankita just refused to say anything as she was just staring blindly at the walls. Nataraj saw that she regretted coming to the prison and genuinely felt sorry for the girl.
As he led her out of the prison and Tarang was bleating about his innocence as the prison guards pulled the man away.
Ankita seemed like she just could not understand anything and as she seemed to be in no condition to even drive her car, Nataraj drove her to her new home – her new flat in the city.
Through, the entire rise, Ankita was glazed, broken and tired. Ankita did not even look like she knew that her home had come and she was stubbornly staring out of the glass window, unwilling to talk.
"Ankita?" Nataraj said gently as they had come to her home and she showed no signs of getting out of the vehicle.
Ankita looked startled suddenly and without a second glance, she walked away from there, stumbling. She did not even wish Nataraj. Nataraj would have been very surprised if she had. The kid looked like she was not going to surface for a really long time.
Ankita was desperately trying to make sure that her hands did not shake as she dialled the number of the lawyer – the one who had been engaged by Tarang. She did not know the lawyer personally. But from the proceedings, she knew that the lawyer had tried. He had really tried hard to prove Tarang innocence and tried to prove that the murder was done by a third person. But the man had nothing to prove his claim. Nothing at all other than surmises.
And seven years back, Ankita had wanted nothing more than to kill the advocate, for trying to represent an excuse of a human being. And Ankita really thought that she was going to kill the lawyer, if she ever saw him again.
Until now.
"H..Hello!" Ankita was stuttering.
"Yes?" the voice on the other side was guarded.
"Tarang Ker?" Ankita said in a rush. "Do you remember his case?" Ankita was still stammering.
"Who is this?" The lawyer sounded exasperated.
"I am Shreya's sister and I think...." Ankita said as she was gasping for breath.
"Ms. Sen, I am sorry for your loss but please I do not wish to..." The lawyer interrupted her firmly as he continued.
"I think Tarang is innocent!" Ankita shouted because honestly she could not control herself.
There was a silence. A huge silence.
"What..." The lawyer's voice was a whiplash.
"The third person!" Ankita yelled. "The third person who could have been there at the scene." Ankita said still heaving, "The murderer was there the whole time that Tarang was there. And that person waited for Tarang to go out of the house and then killed my sister."
"I found no proof of it, Ms. Ankita Sen," the lawyer said angrily. "I tried finding all the proof about it..."
"You could find no proof because the murderer was the very cop who was investigating the case!" Ankita screamed suddenly as she could no longer stop the tears in her eyes.
There was a silence. A deep silence.
"What are you...?"

"The ruby ring!" Ankita wailed. "Nataraj said he was on the outskirts of the town. Then he could not have been the first one to come to the scene. But Nataraj was the first person in the scene. That means he was lying. Nataraj told me that Tarang proposed to Shreya and gave her a ruby ring. And the ring was found no where in the scene. There was no mention of it anywhere in the case. Nataraj should not have known about it. Not unless...."

Monday, January 23, 2017

The Tall Boy on the Swing

Eight year old Shankar was clutching his scratched arm and he was angry. Really angry.

He stormed inside his home shouting on top of his voice. "Mom! It is not my fault." Shankar was still young and believed that his mother still believed him when he talked and Shankar felt that the best way to get your point across was to shout it through. It worked with his friends and Shankar genuinely believed that it would work with his mother.

"Mom?" Shankar shouted again and realized that his mother was not paying attention because she was not even there at home.

He raced through his home only to find his mother sitting in the back garden. And that was when Shankar saw a tall boy. The tall boy was sitting on Shankar's swing. It was his! Shankar was angry as he came forward wondering who the boy was and wondered why his mother had let the stranger boy sit on his swing when he had specifically told his mother that no one was to be allowed on it.

And that was when Shankar properly saw the boy. The tall boy looked his own age, but the tall boy looked like he had had many nightmares all at the same time. Despite this, the boy was looking stubbornly at the ground...defiant. Shankar realized immediately that the boy had something to do with his mom who was a cop. But he still did not understand why his mom brought a troubled looking boy home.

Shankar stepped on the garden and stepped on a twig as there was a rustling noise and his mother and the tall boy turned to look at him. Shankar thought he saw the tall boy tremble. But he dismissed it. It had to be his imagination. Besides he had bigger things to worry about.

"What happened to you?" His mother Lavinia demanded staring at Shankar shocked.

"I...I was playing," Shankar said with whatever tact he could manage. Besides, Shankar really felt that the boy did not need to know anything.

Shankar saw a completely exasperated look pass his mother's face as he realized that his mother did not believe him. And Shankar just could not understand why. Agreed that Shankar had been in fights a lot – But honestly the others in the locality were completely stupid and they always started it. Shankar just could not understand why the people were so silly and could not even understand basic things. He just reacted to the stupidity of the people around him. Shankar even found his teachers at school, stupid. And Shankar honestly did not know why a week back, his teacher had called his mother and they both had an a very long talk and his mom had been furious with him that day. But Shankar was lying low since that time. At least until he knew why his mother was so furious.

And now his mother just brought a boy home.

"This is Shankar, my son." Lavinia said pulling Shankar with her and looking at the tall boy.

For a few seconds, Shankar ignored his mom and looked at the boy. Up close, Shankar looked at the boy and was slightly shocked. The boy was not sad...He was haunted.

"Shankar....?" Lavinia started as she clutched her son's shoulders.

"I didn't start the fight!" Shankar told his mother interrupting what she was going to say. There were somethings best clarified before things went really bad.

For once his mother laughed when she heard him and Shankar was surprised. This reaction he really had not expected. Because this was the time his mother usually started yelling at him. Shankar looked at the tall boy...Probably it really was useful to have the boy around. Seemed to keep mom in a good mood.

"Shankar, would you like it if he stayed with us?" His mother asked him.

"Yes!" Shankar said immediately. Shankar was thinking about very real and grounded matters. The boy seemed to calm his mother down and when Shankar did one of his more dubious works than Shankar was thinking of sending the boy to talk with his mother. Shankar besides studied the boy and realized that the boy could really fight. So that was one who would fight for him, when he was fighting with Yash.

His mother and the boy both looked shocked at Shankar. Like they could not believe what he had said.

Shankar for his part was looking magnificently shocked because on hearing him, his mother laughed though there were tears in her eyes as his mother had hugged him tightly and Shankar could feel the tears in her face, wetting him. Shankar was thoroughly freaked out about his mom doing that.

His mom had left the two boys and slowly gone back to the house.

"What is your name?" Shankar asked the boy.

"Arlan," the boy mumbled.

"Where are your parents?" Shankar asked Arlan confused.

Shankar was almost shocked as he saw Arlan trembling with sadness. "I don't know," Arlan said suddenly looking at Shankar defiantly. "During the riots a month back, there was a fire in our house. After that there was an explosion..." Arlan looked depressed as he saw the ground as he was twisting the swing ropes and Shankar saw that his hands were trembling badly. "After that I could not find my parents," Arlan mumbled.

"I will help you find them," Shankar said immediately.

Arlan looked at Shankar with amazement as a beautiful smile lit up his face.

Shankar nodded. "Your parents would also be searching for you. We will ask people. They will know about your parents." Shankar said confidently. He had found his nosy neighbour's cat, which had been lost. This could not be more difficult. "Until you find them, you can stay at my room," Shankar said pointing at the first floor of his home.

"Thank you!"Arlan looked unbearably sad and gratified at the same time as Shankar suddenly looked at him suspiciously.

"You will see a lot of things in my room and if you tell mom about it, I will box your ears," Shankar told Arlan in a sharp voice.

"Why? What are you making?" Arlan asked confused.

"I am building a plane to travel in space," Shankar said proudly.

"Plane?" Arlan asked in an excited voice.

"My dad..." Shankar frowned for a few seconds wondering why he was feeling so bad. "My mom said that dad is not with us because he has a new home in the skies," Shankar said finally. "I am building a plane so that I can go and see him."

"I will help you," Arlan said immediately.

Shankar looked suspiciously at Arlan and Arlan nodded. "I won't tell your mom anything," Arlan promised.

Both Shankar and Arlan smiled as they were slowly walking inside the home.

Lavinia saw the two boys who were smiling and wondered whether she was doing the right thing - Shankar's school teachers had been frank -  He was belligerent because he just did not know how to express his grief. And they all pointed out that he was too intelligent which was why he did not feel comfortable talking to other people – because Shankar found people stupid.

Lavinia saw the two boys again as Arlan said something as Shankar laughed. The two boys were still laughing as they rushed upstairs, not even paying attention to her.

Lavinia smiled without meaning to as she picked up her pen and pulled out the papers from her drawers.

She signed the adoption papers without any other thought.  

Sunday, January 22, 2017

On Board

The striker hit all the four sides of the carrom board and it was a wild shot as it missed touching any of the four coins which were on the board.

The man opposite to Omkar cursed fluently as the striker came to the his baseline uselessly. The man's black eyes were looking furious as he passed on the striker to Omkar.

The anger of the other man did not bother Omkar – not one bit. Right now, all Omkar saw was the red queen – it was right next to his pocket and his was the black coin – the only black coin on board near the diagonally opposite pocket.

Omkar took the striker in his baseline as he was looking at the queen. Back shots were a specialty of his. Omkar somehow always knew the exact pressure to give to the striker and when he had executed the shot it almost seemed like the shot was willed right from the minute the striker left Omkar's hands. This time was no different.

Omkar's opponent was watching with slight anger and open amazement as the striker left Omkar's hands. The striker hit the opposite side and hit at an acute angle as it raced towards the queen. The striker gently nudged the queen towards the pocket. A clean shot.

The queen belonged to Omkar for this game.

His opponent did look like he was going to curse, but said nothing.

Besides even if his opponent was cursing, Omkar was not paying any attention to it. He was too busy covering for his queen. After all, one could get the queen, only when there was a follow – another coin from his own colour – that meant he had to hit a black coin, not a white one.

And Omkar was studying the black coin diagonally opposite. The only problem Omkar had was that the opponent's white coin was right in the middle of a straight shot.

Omkar did not mean to smile. But it was natural as he aimed at the white carrom coin and let go.

The striker hit the white coin which impelled itself forward hitting the black coin with just the right amount of force as the black coin sunk in the pocket like it always belonged there.

"The game is mine," those were the first words Omkar spoke as he looked up from the board. The only remaining coins in the board were the white ones. The queen was his and he had finished his coins on board. Just could not have asked for a straighter win.

His opponent said nothing as he walked away disgruntled.

Omkar was setting up the coins again and that was when he heard it.

"My dad can beat you."

The stubbornness of the voice caught Omkar's attention as he turned to see a little ten year old boy looking at him with slight anger. The front four teeth of the boy were missing and his unruly was sticking out everywhere. And right now the boy's black eyes looked furious at Omkar.

"What?" Omkar asked and slowly his surroundings made sense to him. Omkar was in his favourite eating place. That the place served the best food in the locality was one thing. The better deal was that the hotel had a place where the customers could also play indoor games as they ate. And carrom was one of the games which could be played there.

After coming to a new place from his native for his job, Omkar found that playing carrom was becoming too addictive. Not only was Omkar good at that, it brought back nostalgic memories of him and his mom playing the game when he was younger.

"My dad can beat you," The boy repeated as he looked at Omkar.

Omkar honestly did not know what he was supposed to say to something like that. But then the boy was not waiting for an answer. The boy turned and ran to his father – a short, slightly fat man who was eating his dinner.

"Dad..." It started with a shout, but the rest of the conversation was obscured from Omkar as the boy talked rapidly in the local language here.

The man was saying something to his son, presumably making his excuses. Prudently, Omkar turned his attention away from them, as he turned his attention to the board. He was not setting up the board again. He just placed the coin at the left of the pocket just diagonally opposite away from the pocket and was trying to aim for it.

That was when he heard movement behind him.

Turning Omkar was slightly shocked to see the fat man and his son standing before him.

"I am sorry," The fat man said in an apologetic tone. "My son..."

Omkar said nothing and presumed that the boy wanted to play with his father. Omkar got up making way for the two of them to play.

"My son wants me to play with you," the fat man said.

Omkar blinked as he saw the boy who was looking at Omkar very haughtily.

Omkar sighed and he had tried to wiggle out of that one. It was impossible because the boy was adamant. Extremely adamant.

Sighing again, Omkar chose white and sat down to play with the fat man. Omkar was hoping that he did not butcher the fat man in the game. Honestly, the fat man hardly looked like he could play the game – his thick pudgy fingers looked like it had never even held a striker, much less played the game.

Which just went on to prove that appearances were the most deceptive in the game of carrom.

Omkar won the toss, so he got to play first and he had nearly decimated four coins in his turn and handed over the striker to the fat man, after he missed the white coin on his fifth chance.

The fat man smiled at his boy who winked at the boy and started playing.

Omkar was truly and completely shocked. The fat man was brilliant. In a single turn, he pocketed five coins. The fat man's finger flew over the board, and Omkar suddenly saw the look in the man's eyes – the same one that he had sometimes seen in the mirror. In the sixth chance, the man missed a black coin by a whisker.

Omkar took the striker and this time there was genuine pride in Omkar's eyes. He was not playing with a man who played without understanding. Here was a man who played the game because he really enjoyed the game.

In such a game, the best thing, Omkar could do was pocket the queen. The queen red coin was worth five points and Omkar was more than sure that if he gave up this chance, then the fat man was going to take the queen in his next chance.

Omkar was unsuccessful in his attempt. He got the queen to the pocket. But unfortunately he had no follow on for the queen, which was why the queen went back to the board.

The fat man smiled as he realized what Omkar was doing.

Their game was fast as even the people around were watching the two of them.

In ten minutes, the game was reduced to the one equation which absolutely no carrom player liked. One queen and two carrom coins – one of each colour. And it was the fat man's chance. If he took the queen, the game went to him. The boy was sitting beside the father looking very proudly as he held all his father's coins in his little hands.

The fat man aimed a through pocket for the queen as the queen neatly slid into the pocket. The boy cheered as the man looked at the boy shaking his head as the boy immediately fell silent.

Omkar nearly laughed because he knew why the boy fell silent. In carrom, one thing that almost all the people missed was, how much the players concentrated on the game. Silence was the key to the game where the person who could concentrate best, pocketed the most number of coins. The boy apparently had realized that he was disturbing his father's concentration and kept quiet.

The fat man saw the black coin which was right next to his own pocket and studied the board and shot hard at Omkar's baseline. The striker rebounded and came so close to hitting the black coin and just missed.

Even the people around the board seemed glum. The boy looked like something in his eyes had been shut down as he looked unhappy. No one had any doubts that Omkar was going to pocket the queen and its follow in the game. Both were through to the pockets from Omkar's side.

Omkar took the striker and it really came as no surprise as the queen went inside the pocket.

Every single person in the hotel was watching them with baited breath as Omkar rolled the striker at his baseline, studying the follow, before taking the shot.

Omkar paused for a few seconds and then aimed at the follow and let the striker go.

It was unthinkable because Omkar's striker missed the follow by a whisker.

The boy shouted in happiness as Omkar looked glum and handed over the striker back to the fat man.

Everyone cheered as the fat man won in his chance and he capped it by taking the follow at a back shot.

The boy hugged his father and looked arrogantly at Omkar. "I told you my father would win!" he shouted.

The people in the hotel, dispersed slowly and most of them were still talking about the game.

It was almost half an hour later that Omkar remembered that he had to still eat his dinner, as all the other people in the hotel looked sorrowfully at him and wished him for better luck next time.

The fat man and his son were thronged by the others who were gushing at them and congratulating him. In between, the two players could just not meet or talk with each other.

After a delayed dinner, Omkar was slowly walking back home that night, still thinking about the game. And that was when he heard someone following him. Omkar turned and was slightly surprised to see the fat man. Omkar saw the boy inside a car at the back as Omkar nodded at the man.

"Congratulations! Good game," Omkar said watching the man.

"Don't be an idiot," the man said looking at Omkar with genuine respect in his eyes. "I came to thank you. I have played enough to know when another player loses a shot deliberately," The man said unable to stop smiling.

Omkar was about to deny it when the fat man shook his head. "It is ok. My son is inside the car. He can't hear you," The fat man said watching his son and smiling at the little boy who was waving at him and asking him to come back to the car.

Omkar smiled without meaning to as he turned to the fat man, "I am a son and I know what my dad means to me. And I definitely would never like it if my dad lost to some stranger on the road."

"Tell your father, he raised a good son," The fat man said walking away from the place, nodding at Omkar, walking back to the car, with a happy grin on his face.  

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

The Story of a Little Fairy in the Leaf Kingdom

 “I hate you daddy!” Marila screamed at her father as she came inside his room.
Her father – Kragon, a wizened Magi said nothing because he was a man of few words. But as he studied his daughter’s green eyes turning nearly red in anger as she was covered in mud with her disheveled hair, the Magi realized that this was not a normal temper tantrum. His daughter was genuinely angry.
Kragon still said nothing as he caught his daughter’s shoulders tightly as he could feel hot sobs rack her entire body.
She pushed him back savagely as she looked at him, “Why did you marry mummy?” She screamed as she tried getting back walking away from the room.
Sh!” Kragon said as he caught his daughter tightly, because she was walking backwards haphazardly and she looked like she was going to hurt herself.
M..My friends at the Fairy Academy, they always make fun of me,” Marila shouted trying to wiggle out of her father’s grasp. “They can fly and they tell me that I cannot fly because my mother is an underground Fairy and not a Fairy of the Skies!” Marila yelled and she was panting as she got the sentence out. Having screamed that, Marila pushed herself away from her father and in a fit of anger haphazardly pushed the Potion Bowl on which her father was working. The Bowl fell down with a loud crashed as the pink bubble liquid from inside the Bowl was spreading all over the room.
Marila watched the broken bowl with vicious anger as she studied her father’s face.
And for the first time since she had barged inside her father’s room, Marila frowned. Because instead of anger, her father was looking at her even more calmly.
That suddenly maddened Marila so much that in anger she pushed her father’s table.
It seemed almost in slow motion as the table tipped over and crashed and fell again with a loud thud. Every single beaker, potion jar and vial bottle kept on the table crashed. It almost looked like the whole of Kragon’s Leaf house shook as Marila was still panting and looked to rip everything else in Kragon’s room.
The fallen table surprised Kragon...slightly. But then he saw Marila who was furious and said nothing.
A few helper elves of the house came running and were looking horrified at the scene in the usually quiet Kragon’s study. Kragon shook his head at the elves who had come inside the room and nodded to them to get out of the room. Hesitatingly, the elves left the room still looking shocked.
The house which Kragon had built in the Leaf Kingdom was built to keep out anything. After all, Kragon was the Keeper of the Secrets of the Leaf Kingdom and he was the most susceptible to attacks. But still having a teenage Magi-Fairy throw tantrums inside the house seemed almost a little too much for the house.
Marila was angrily rampaging inside the room and looked like she was going to step on the pink liquid – it was the potion which could control the weather of the leaf Kingdom and Kragon was worried that Marila was going to hurt herself. Which was why, Kragon used his powers and shielded Marila making sure that Marila could not step out of the shield.
Marila was not expecting it, as she hit herself on Kragon’s shield and cursed fluently and shouted even more viciously as she saw her father had imprisoned her.
Looking even more angry, Marila let her anger get the better of her as she was looking to burn her shield – no mean feat considering that her father was one of the most powerful Magi of the land.
Marila nearly succeeded as Kragon removed her shield, suddenly.
Kragon still did not even look like he was angry. Not even remotely, as he spoke, “Marila, you can break all the things here and then when you are calm enough, you can listen to what I have to say,” Kragon said as he studied Marila.
And it just made Marila more furious. Marila tore the leaf curtain from her father’s study still screaming as the evening sunlight suddenly streamed inside the room.
Marila was panting as she fell back and was sitting haphazardly on the overturned table. Without any warning, she suddenly started crying inconsolably.
Ignoring the fact that the entire room was an impossible mess and looked like it was going to blow up any time, Kragon slowly walked towards his daughter and sat near her on the overturned table, not saying anything.
Immediately Marila hugged her father as she trembling and crying even more.
I am sorry...” Marila was stuttering. “I..I..broke...I w..w..was angry,” Marila broke out in fresh sobs not able to say anything else.
Kragon was still silent. Strangely, he could almost appreciate his daughter’s rage. It brought back memories of another boy in another time, the only difference being that the boy had no one who listened to him cry...And his daughter’s apology overwhelmed Kragon. That showed that the kid was not completely consumed by her rage. She was willing to listen. That was more than he expected.
Your mom was to be chosen as the next Council Member of the Underground Fairies,” Kragon said as he was stroking her hair, as his daughter’s sobs slowed down.
He could feel her stiffen and realized that she heard him perfectly well and he could almost imagine what she was thinking.
The Fairies of the Skies were fools – misguided fools. Because they thought that they were in any way better merely because they lived in the skies. Kragon was one of the Magis, who had been in the underground and he knew that the secrets of magic that the Wizards of the Underground had uncovered could not even be matched with what the most powerful Magi of the Skies knew.
The Underground Wizards because of their constant contact with the Earth, were far more powerful than their counterparts in the Skies or on Earth. The Underground Fairies just never openly showed what they were capable of. They did not believe in showing off because they believed in being in harmony with nature and they believed that doing things for the sake of appreciation led people to have a shallow knowledge of the things around them – knowledge collected merely for the sake of showing to others. The Underground Fairies considered such magic as incomplete and dangerous.
The Sky Fairies foolishly believed that the modesty of the Underground Fairies was because of their lack of magical talent. Kragon had tried to change that perception, but a thousand years of false history could not be rewritten – not by one Magi.
The Underground Fairies have a Council Membership?” Marila asked Kragon and her voice sounded like she had cold.
The pink bubbles around them slowly evaporated as it changed into a cold sleet and it disappeared and the room was growing cold, as Kragon nodded, “We, the great Fairies of the Skies, have a monarchy even now. People are chosen and given power based on their birth. The Underground Fairies believe in giving people equal chances. In the underground, anyone could become a Council Member provided that they have talent.”
Mom was powerful?” Marila asked as her dull eyes studied her father.
The most powerful of them,” Kragon agreed. “And she gave all that up because she loved me.”
Sometimes Kragon wondered whether he had really done something wrong. Equina Thal was a Warrior Fairy who could have been the greatest of them all and she had given it all up because she loved Kragon. Was it all worth it?
Kragon studied his daughter’s green eyes and black thick hair which looked exactly like Equina and decided that it had been worth it. Every single second.
What you have done to this room proves that you have all of your mother’s talent.” Kragon said looking at his daughter.
Marila frowned as Kragon smiled without meaning to. “The Underground Fairies are not only magically the most powerful fairies, they are also physically the strongest of all of us – the Sky People, the Earth People and the Underground ones. And they are powerful because they can work out the magic principle of anything.”
Marila looked at her father confused as her father nodded. “This table...it is made of the wood from the Restricted Region. It can be moved only with magic. You single handedly moved it with your hands,” Kragon said as he looked at Marila proudly.
Marila looked at her hands, the first lines of worry appearing in her face as Kragon smiled at Marila’s consternation.
You are a child of two worlds, Marila. And I believe with my whole heart that you have the best of both the worlds. The problem is that your friends have convinced you that you cannot do something because of your mother. But the fact is that you can do anything because of your mother,” Kragon told Marila as he waved his hands.
Marila felt the powerful magic from her father as slowly the things in the room were going back to its original shape – before it had been broken. The mess of vile liquids was remained like that as the rest of the room went back to its original condition.
Marila got up, as the table, slowly moved back to its place and she found that her anger had been replaced with another equally sharp emotion – shame. She had been ignorant and foolish. She had just tried insulting both her parents and she had not known anything about either of them. She was no better than those idiots at the Academy. The fools at the Academy made fun of her and she was stupid enough to believe it. And here....
I am sorry,” Marila whimpered as her eyes stung badly and she was slightly appalled as more tears spilled out. She just could not stop her tears and she felt another strong emotion burn through her – curiosity. She needed to know...She needed to know who this woman was, who had been responsible for her birth.
Oh, you don’t get off so easily,” Kragon told Marila looking amused.
Marila looked at him confused as he continued, “As a punishment, you clean up this room and the next room.”
The next one?” Marila murmured. She knew that it belonged to her mother. It was just that her father mostly kept it locked and she had never shown any inclination to know what was inside it. In fact Marila never wanted to set foot inside it, until now.
Kragon nodded looking at Marila as he saw that though the things were back, the vials and ingredients were lost. But that did not matter to Kragon. It never did. As his wife would say, when you really knew how to do something, you could always recreate it.
Oooh...The Grounded Fairy is back to the Academy showing her ugly face,” Brik, son of Croll started in a shrill voice, as he saw Marila come inside the Academy.
He was honestly not expecting Marila to come back so soon and he thought he saw something in her eyes. Something that he had not seen before. He wondered whether she had brought her father with her. Brik scanned the surroundings and saw nothing and continued looking at Marila, who seemed almost laughing at him.
Brik flew fast surrounded by Thrall and Contina, his friends as he landed right in front of Marila in a quick landing, almost spraying her with dirt. She used to get furiously annoyed with this before.
Impressive flying,” Marila said looking unconcerned as she was studying the papyrus in her hands.
Brik was flustered for a few seconds because Marila was not even bothered. She was too busy studying the papyrus in her hands.
Marila had been up half the night searching for her mother’s things. She had never known her mother, except what her father told her. Though her mother was not there with her, Marila always felt she knew her mother well. Her father always spoke of her mother with so much love that Marila could almost imagine how her mother must have been.
And yesterday night as she searched her mother’s things, she found her mother’s book and found that her mother had recorded all that she had understood about magic.
And Marila had started reading it. Well, past her bed time. Her father somehow had absolutely nothing to say about that. The helper elves mysteriously stayed away from her mother’s room that night.
As Marila read the book, she realized that her mother was one strong woman and Marila realized that the love that her father felt for her mother was mutual and beautiful. Which was why, her mother had even discovered the magic principle behind how the Sky Fairies flew. So that Equina could fly too, like her husband.
That was the papyrus which Marila had in her hands right now, as she walked inside her Academy.
Feel the air, let your magic free and feel all the magic around you and believe. Once you believe truly, the magic around you does not resist.
Her mother had written it so many years ago. Marila wondered what her mother had been feeling when she had written it. The morning sun was shining down as Marila saw a little fairy flying on the top of the tower of the Academy.
That was when the words in the papyrus suddenly made sense to Marila. Free yourself and feel the magic around you....
Marila laughed suddenly feeling giddy as she studied Brik.
Watch me,” Marila said as she closed the papyrus in her hands.
The air around her almost welcomed her as she closed her eyes and let herself feel it. The air...It was fresh, abuzz with magic. Magic that no one had tapped for a long time, no one had even understood it.
I want to fly, please...” She told herself as she imagined herself flying. It was beautiful feeling – the wind in her hair, the silence under her and magic around her. She could suddenly feel everything around her in a blur. It was beautiful. A world which they never knew existed. A world in complete harmony. A world at the most microcosm level. That was magic – Magic at the deepest. One which the people in the Sky had never bothered learning or even understanding.
But she was Marila – the daughter of an Underground Fairy.
Marila understood. She understood, which was why she could do whatever she wanted…as long as she believed.
Marila could feel the magic around her almost bowing to her wish as she smiled. She saw Brik look stupidly at her and then winked at him as the magic around her rushed towards her, willing to help her.
Marila flew.