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Meera was six years old when she died. Her death was just short of being the most talked of episode in the village, right after the unfortunate incident of the disappearing sheep. The sheep had started disappearing in the strangest manner. Twenty or so sheep would disappear everyday, and then return at the fall of twilight, grievously injured. Ved had a particularly trying year; even at three years of age, he realized just how much the village truly expected of him. His mother would routinely wake him up to face a painfully long line of villagers holding their wounded sheep out to him, in the hope that his magic touch would heal them.
It was tiring work and after each healing Ved could literally feel all his energy drain away. On just such a tiring day, Ved, after healing a sheep, looked up to see a six year old lanky boy, struggling to hold in his arms, not a sheep, but Meera. Ved was intelligent and mature well beyond his age, but death is a snake that manages to smother even the most mature and wise people, Ved was but a child after all. Not only did he see death at close quarters that day, he was also expected to bring her back to life. He tried his hardest to wake her up, but her silence and her sleep were permanent now. Tears rolled down his eyes when after an hour of trying he finally collapsed into his mother’s arms. Nothing could bring her back to life, Ved could merely heal, not resurrect, and so that day he lost his own blood, he lost his sister.
Aryan stood facing the little girl, his hands clenched and sweat trickling down his brow. There was absolutely no reason why he should be nervous, but there he was, facing a seemingly harmless little girl and his breath was unable to catch the plethora of thoughts racing through his mind.
“Do you know Ved?” the little girl asked again.
“No, I don’t know anyone by the name of Ved” he said, his voice rose slightly.
“Liar! Of course you know him, you killed his sister”
Ved stood facing the sun, worried, contemplative and pensive. The blue skies rose above him in destitution of the cool wet clouds. At a distance he could see a wild deer poking its horns at the bark of a tree, and the branches of the same tree held a beautiful eagle, with its yellow sharp piercing eyes, surveying the expanse of land in much the same manner as Ved was scrutinizing the sky. Today was an odd day for him. Not only because today he had found Meera’s prized locket hanging nonchalantly at the doorknob of his bedroom, but when he clasped it in his hand he could somehow feel the pulse of his dead sister thumping from deep within the locket. Ved had thrown the locket to the ground, startled and terrified at the strange miraculous moment. He had clutched his throat at the agony of the haunting memories of the death of his sister, but the next time he had touched the locket, the rhythmic thump of the locket was gone, and it had settled in his palm limply.
Ved was worried as he scanned the sky for answers. Even though he was a child gifted with a supernatural power to heal, his mind had remained rational, his thoughts broken down into systematic, crude rationalities of life. The reappearance of Meera’s locket was not only surprising it was miraculous, considering the fact that it was buried along with Meera at her funeral.
Tears flowed down Aryan’s cheek as he looked at the girl’s face pleadingly.
“I loved Meera. She was my best friend.” Aryan said
“Then why did you kill her?” the little girl replied.
To be Continued
I am so sorry guys, for having taken such a long time to come out with The Legend – Part 3. Now that Ihave figured out the plot, the other parts wont take time coming out!