You can read the first 3 parts here!
Valhalla - I
Aurora - II
Valhalla - III
As the dust rose to the sky, she smiled. Message received, her subconscious laughed. She stared hard at that masculine figure standing tall at the edge of the cliff. She loved unsettling his soul.
He shall never be at peace! Now that he unearthed the rock. There was a reason why it was buried you fool.
The four forefathers - the Guardian Angels of the tribe - had found the crystal rock while hunting when the tribe were nomads and were looking for a place to settle. It glowed with purple light and they were amazed by its mythical powers. It could transform any form of energy to three times its power. The forefathers took this as a sign and decided to stay back at the mountains to make it their home.
Using the power of this blessed rock they built the tribe and protected it by building arms that no man on this planet could defeat. Every living being feared them and it kept usurpers of the land at bay.
They installed this rock at the centre of the city by building a temple. Organization and town planning was natural to them. The city was built in a wheel and spoke manner with all roads radiating from the centre.
Worshipers of the wind, the temple was carved in white stone with wind chimes made of wood and shells hanging down from the roof. The temple had entry from all sides and had no walls. The mighty wind roamed freely within the premises of the temple creating music each time it entered and exited. Hymns and mythological poems on the prowess of the land and the Guardians were composed using these musical notations. The clan developed a natural love for dance and music and every night was a carnival.
However, as the clan grew there was civil disturbance, fights, abusive relationships between men and women and the Guardians failed to understand the reasons for these. The rock also attracted external enemies. They attacked the land to capture the rock but with the help of its powers the Guardians were able to pound their enemies to dust. They prospered but with an extremely unstable society and it worried them.
It was amidst this prosperity the clan opened its gates for traders and artisans to visit the city. It was when learned philosophers, masters and sages of various other lands visited them that they realized the error that had to be undone... Soon.
They spoke of this very rock as the 'wretched one'.
An old sage visited the land one day and pointed out the scriptures and heritage of this rock. The rock harbours on the emotions of jealousy and greediness and instills these emotions to every living being who lives and breathes around it. Not only does it transform energy but also increases the strength of these emotions thereby causing this instability.
The complete power of the rock was still unknown and the sage was happy to research on it with the help of the Guardians who were learned themselves on occult and transformation of energies.
The sage knew the solution to this problem and proposed it to the Guardians. The Guardians were happy and gifted the sage abundantly. They also requested him to stay on with the tribe as The Wise One. He happily agreed to do so.
As per the rituals and under his guidance the rock was buried on the shortest day of the year at the very moment when the sky changes to complete darkness and the burial occurs under the beam of the moon light that is channeled through a bamboo stick. The burial occurred at the base of the mountain such that the earth would absorb the negative energy and channelize only the positive energy to the mountain top - the land of the Wind Keepers.
Before the burial a small piece of the rock was chipped for research purposes. It was tied with a black string that was around The Wise One's neck and would be in his custody at all times.
The Guardians believed they were the protectors of the rock and ensured it was safeguarded at all times. Specially trained army was deployed at the base of the mountain. Their expertise was to camouflage with the terrain and were masters of various disguises.
It was a well kept secret until one day... It all began!
She stared at the path below her feet and nodded her head in disappointment thinking about the treachery. She was the direct descendant of the Guardians as one of them was her very own great great grandfather. The passion and love of her clan came in her blood and the need to protect them came naturally to her.
She crossed the market place and stood at the cross roads staring at the house to her left. She had to take the lane going down on her right, opposite to the house, to reach her hut.
He stood at the balcony of his house and caught her stare. She looked past him and turned to walked down the road with her head held high, clenching her robe at the shoulders. The winds entered playfully to the chimes that dangled at the roof of his house. He clicked his fingers and the winds played his favourite tune.
She stopped after a few steps as the tune reached her ears. It was the tune of the lullaby her father always sang to her and she hugged herself tightly.
He continued to look at her in the hope that she would turn. She held her fist up in the air with her back still towards him and the winds obeyed.
The music stopped abruptly. And she strode to her hut.
He waited till she entered the hut and his eyes blazed with rage.
Will she ever let it go?
And the winds laughed as they answered,
No. Not now. Not ever.
Valhalla - I
Aurora - II
Valhalla - III
As the dust rose to the sky, she smiled. Message received, her subconscious laughed. She stared hard at that masculine figure standing tall at the edge of the cliff. She loved unsettling his soul.
He shall never be at peace! Now that he unearthed the rock. There was a reason why it was buried you fool.
The four forefathers - the Guardian Angels of the tribe - had found the crystal rock while hunting when the tribe were nomads and were looking for a place to settle. It glowed with purple light and they were amazed by its mythical powers. It could transform any form of energy to three times its power. The forefathers took this as a sign and decided to stay back at the mountains to make it their home.
Using the power of this blessed rock they built the tribe and protected it by building arms that no man on this planet could defeat. Every living being feared them and it kept usurpers of the land at bay.
They installed this rock at the centre of the city by building a temple. Organization and town planning was natural to them. The city was built in a wheel and spoke manner with all roads radiating from the centre.
Worshipers of the wind, the temple was carved in white stone with wind chimes made of wood and shells hanging down from the roof. The temple had entry from all sides and had no walls. The mighty wind roamed freely within the premises of the temple creating music each time it entered and exited. Hymns and mythological poems on the prowess of the land and the Guardians were composed using these musical notations. The clan developed a natural love for dance and music and every night was a carnival.
However, as the clan grew there was civil disturbance, fights, abusive relationships between men and women and the Guardians failed to understand the reasons for these. The rock also attracted external enemies. They attacked the land to capture the rock but with the help of its powers the Guardians were able to pound their enemies to dust. They prospered but with an extremely unstable society and it worried them.
It was amidst this prosperity the clan opened its gates for traders and artisans to visit the city. It was when learned philosophers, masters and sages of various other lands visited them that they realized the error that had to be undone... Soon.
They spoke of this very rock as the 'wretched one'.
An old sage visited the land one day and pointed out the scriptures and heritage of this rock. The rock harbours on the emotions of jealousy and greediness and instills these emotions to every living being who lives and breathes around it. Not only does it transform energy but also increases the strength of these emotions thereby causing this instability.
The complete power of the rock was still unknown and the sage was happy to research on it with the help of the Guardians who were learned themselves on occult and transformation of energies.
The sage knew the solution to this problem and proposed it to the Guardians. The Guardians were happy and gifted the sage abundantly. They also requested him to stay on with the tribe as The Wise One. He happily agreed to do so.
As per the rituals and under his guidance the rock was buried on the shortest day of the year at the very moment when the sky changes to complete darkness and the burial occurs under the beam of the moon light that is channeled through a bamboo stick. The burial occurred at the base of the mountain such that the earth would absorb the negative energy and channelize only the positive energy to the mountain top - the land of the Wind Keepers.
Before the burial a small piece of the rock was chipped for research purposes. It was tied with a black string that was around The Wise One's neck and would be in his custody at all times.
The Guardians believed they were the protectors of the rock and ensured it was safeguarded at all times. Specially trained army was deployed at the base of the mountain. Their expertise was to camouflage with the terrain and were masters of various disguises.
It was a well kept secret until one day... It all began!
She stared at the path below her feet and nodded her head in disappointment thinking about the treachery. She was the direct descendant of the Guardians as one of them was her very own great great grandfather. The passion and love of her clan came in her blood and the need to protect them came naturally to her.
She crossed the market place and stood at the cross roads staring at the house to her left. She had to take the lane going down on her right, opposite to the house, to reach her hut.
He stood at the balcony of his house and caught her stare. She looked past him and turned to walked down the road with her head held high, clenching her robe at the shoulders. The winds entered playfully to the chimes that dangled at the roof of his house. He clicked his fingers and the winds played his favourite tune.
She stopped after a few steps as the tune reached her ears. It was the tune of the lullaby her father always sang to her and she hugged herself tightly.
He continued to look at her in the hope that she would turn. She held her fist up in the air with her back still towards him and the winds obeyed.
The music stopped abruptly. And she strode to her hut.
He waited till she entered the hut and his eyes blazed with rage.
Will she ever let it go?
And the winds laughed as they answered,
No. Not now. Not ever.
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