A tomb of soldiers glistens in the cozy winds.
Two people in different phases of life stand beyond it.
One old and one young.
Arguing over just a thought.
But deep in their heart, they both respect the soldier's resolve.
........
Limping forward for a bit, Satya looked back at the tall structure.
It was now in ruins but as all things were.
It was being rebuilt.
Satya wondered if there would ever be any sign that he was ever here.
Or will he remain a wandering ghost of time?
[Even if I turn a ghost of time. I would still be better than this humour-lacking old man.]
In front of Satya was a steep down slope.
Its slope is filled with stairs being built in front of them.
The sky was clear.
The eyes had been closed.
A wind blew a vast fog over him.
The world was soon in another curtain.
Stepping down, Satya looked ahead.
In the distance stood an angel adorned with gold.
Perhaps it was beheaded for its greed.
An endless fountain of possible hopes.
Satya sat at the fountain cleaning his wounds.
His shadow was slowly mending him back in place.
The robe was truly a treasure beyond comparison.
It repaired itself in his comforting shadows.
Washed off all that was never meant to be on it.
The glove was a bit tricky to say so.
Its stony texture gave it a rough feeling from the outside.
But inside it was soft and cushiony.
After a bit of cleaning and resting Satya stepped forward on the path.
The houses passed in the distance.
None chose him as their guest.
Then. A wooden cottage presented itself in front of him.
The rules are his lifeline.
Satya knocked on the door.
"Can I stay the night?"
Moments passed in silence.
Soon, a voice resounded from within.
"Yes, you..."
Not even letting it finish. Satya cursed.
"God damn it.....
[Kasth Agni]"
Soon the house erupted in a huge fire. Only Satya wasn't there to witness it.
He was already on the run.
Bones breaking with each movement but he didn't stop.
The houses continued passing.
"If you don't come to me, then here I come."
Saying so Satya increased his speed.
Houses resisted coming closer to him.
But their resistance was futile.
Satya was already in front of them.
He had won.
Or had he?
A child was crying standing on the front porch.
Satya was about to focus on it.
Suddenly he diverted his gaze.
[Remember the rules...You fool]
The Shadow had saved him in the nick of time.
But what was to be done with this child?
Of course it was to.
Yeeet.
The next second Satya plunged straight into the child, using his momentum to yeet the child into the distance.
But oh his momentum did not stop.
He plunged straight through the house.
But the scene outside wasn't the same.
It was the scene of a bustling street.
Vendors shouting their wares.
Children running around musingly.
Satya was about to look at a person when he suddenly closed his eyes.
"Fuckkkkkk"
"Fuck Fuck Fuck....."
"Where the fuck am I?"
Suddenly, a voice slowly whispered into his ear.
"Finally you are in the inner city.
The only way out of this town is from here."
"What. You couldn't have told me this before Twilight."
It was the old man latching onto his back for dear life.
"Oh and don't close your eyes, they can sense you if you close your eyes."
"Fu...."
But he was too late. The bustling street had already quietened.
Opening his eyes to a small slit, he avoided looking at the netizens directly, but all of them were, of course, looking at him.
"Thank you for the attention, but I would mind some privacy please."
They moved a little.
"The answer is no then."
"Well suffer then."
[Pavan Astra]
Nothing happened.
"Oh no".
I don't have enough practice Satya cried out as he started running.
[Pavan Astra]
[Pavan Astra]
Satya repeated again and again until he could finally feel and control the wind.
Satya, of course, used it to boost him and remove wind resistance.
There was no fog in the inner town.
Just a clean and vibrant blue sky.
Only after looking at the sky did Satya notice the giant Wall stretching in front of him.
Next to him came a child.
"Hello.."
"Hii".
"Fancy seeing you here"
"Oh, thanks but do I know you?"
Satya asked the child with an annoyed look.
But his look changed the second he realised the child was walking at the same superhuman speed as him.
"I don't think so.. but they seem to be your fans."
The child pointed towards the crowd that had gathered behind them chasing Satya.
"But anyway, Satya, right?
We'll meet again."
Saying so the child vanished in thin air.
But before he did so.
He clicked his fingers.
The next second Satya stood before the gate.
Quickly rushing outside.
Satya was warmly welcomed back into the real world by his Mother...
{In the end, nothing matters.
Gifts are given.
Goodbyes are said.
But the best part of farewell.
Is always the revenge.}