Aura | Part 2 of Dusk and Darkness

Read the first part of this story here :Dusk and Darkness

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Xavier had shot his first arrow at 5 years of age and today, after 13 years his iron tipped arrow didn’t fail him. In a clean swish, it buried itself into Digon’s chest and he disappeared in a swirl of black fragments , a sign of wreckage.

Xavier looked paler than usual, his coal black eyes rimmed with scarlet , the red of sleepless nights, strain and sometimes, of nightmares.

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“He wasn’t the last one. They won’t stop till their dimension finally spreads into ours. The Dark is coming and that too, faster than I expected it to” said Xavier rubbing his eyes.  I swatted his hand away, one of the many times I had to remind him not to rub them raw.

A bell rang somewhere in my mind and I thought of Frank, the head of the Department of  Investigation and Assistance.

“Has Frank found any clue of the movement of the Ethereal?”

The Ethereal were a tribe of half-Assassins born from supernova , who appeared to only those in need of heavenly assistance . While Assassins controlled the spread of the dimension of Dusk, the Ethereal helped them here and there. By here and there I mean once in maybe a decade.

“The Ethereal aren’t showing themselves at the moment. They tend not to mix with Dusk slaves, it pollutes them, just like it sucks out the human parts of our being, slowly but surely. Frank needs to think of a different line of attack,” claimed  Xavier.

The Ethereal were meant to help us and they were hiding their faces like we were not a bunch of Assassins in need of life saving but a handful of kale needing a massage. That too quite literally.

“ Over 35 Assassins need his help as of now and he can’t help himself or in this  case, any of us.”

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This was the thing about Xavier; he tackled problems like one might deal with mathematics, analytically and unemotionally, like any of it didn’t have a power to affect him. But I wasn’t him, this scenario daunted me in the least but I silenced my fears. Xavier hardly associated with people who suffered from scareius infectius and I didn’t want to be one of them.

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Xavier sat, polishing his arrows while I searched the Dursen manor. It was a neatly kept house with no hint of suspicions but then again, reality is almost always wrong. I looked through the drawers, the kitchen cabinets, under the chimney , behind the fireplace but found nothing that would suggest alignment with the Dusk Queen. Perhaps , the deal was made shortly before we’d arrived. The only thing I did manage to do was to get a considerable amount of soot on my clothes and some on my face. Good going.

I stepped outside and a muscle in Xavier’s face quirked .

‘What’s so funny?’

“You can’t seem to undertake a task without severe repercussions.”

“Haha. Very amusing.”

I began to rub at my face, trying to preserve a bit of dignity in front of Xavier. He never looked disheveled and scars only gave him substance.

“Let me do it,” he said, standing up and plunging something into the fountain water. It was a crimson bandanna . He began to dab the grime on my forehead , my jaw and my chin. I tensed . Xavier never did these kind of things , he liked to be free from care but who knew how many days we were going to have . It could be a month or maybe a few weeks.

 

He leaned in suddenly and a breath hitched in my throat . But he pulled away just as suddenly, seemingly regaining poise. I shrugged off the hesitation, remembering that  Xavier had always been the withdrawing kind, distancing himself from all things ‘attachment.’

“Let’s run down to Poppy’s,” he was saying now .

I said something like “Uh-huh”.

God.

to be continued…

~ Saadia

P.s. My blog has been unresponsive for weeks now- some technical problem, but I think that I’m finally figuring it out . Please don’t lose faith in me just as yet. Hope you enjoyed this 🙂 ❤

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Let us go Somewhere

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We could drive fast, so fast that wind would stuff our ears. We could turn the music up, so loud that we forget the uncertainty of living but not loving how we do it. We could gaze up at the stars and let our hair fly free. We could breathe in the salt of the sea and ride on the waves with bare feet. We could start living while we’re still young , before life flings itself on our shoulders.

We could go somewhere, live young and live free.

~Saadia

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The picture form 😉

 

Summer

 

 

 

 

She looks like a ray of light, like the sunset, like the sky after rain, like the sea looks when it kisses the sky at the horizon and she radiates warmth like Christmas lights but like fire, she looks fierce.

She smells of lavender brushed with bonfires, like chestnuts and tall maple, like the violets and lilacs , up in the mountains.

She walks with the stance of a ballerina and she sings throwback songs that remind me of childhood. She plays hard and loves hard. Being with her feels like summer and that says a lot.

~Saadia

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If Only

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This is a ballad about the journey of a snowflake which was afraid to lose itself.

 I guess all of it was certainly meant to be, for us

I guess my eyes were already adjusting to see the dust.

What I had to be, was forced on me for the rest of eternity,

As I fell from the sky, I calculated the time left,

If only I had more of it, if only time could be gained by theft.

There were many like me in there,

who had tried to stop what they had to dare.

But they’d eventually helped each other to be,

If they could be individuals, I thought, so could be me.

But I raced towards the ground, to be what I was forced into being.

A part of a million flakes, none of them to be individually seen.

As I saw myself fall, I accepted things their way.

Because we’d finally perish, all on a sunny day.

But I landed softly on a fellow flake,

It felt different than I’d expected to take,

If only I’d been positive, I’d have known why,

I was made to be with my mates, aimlessly in the past I’d cry,

I was ashamed of my thinking, but I recovered,

Because my company gave me care, true love I’d discovered,

If only I’d thought of this, I wouldn’t have felt lonely,

But that would have happened, if only, if only…

~Saadia

Power to Change Lives

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That moment was so brief….., it seemed to be, but a dream……. I came to know the power……..that each word and gesture possessed…………the power to change lives…….which maybe, just maybe ……………makes our life worth living.

Life is hard and beyond anyone’s control……….but that is what The Almighty made us for………….to touch each others lives……………with the compassion we have inside us………………by forgiving and forgetting………………even when it is hard………..because maybe someone, somewhere……….is happy…………..just because you exist.

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You, yes you………….have the immense power…………the empathy to make a change……………to lift a life……..YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE LIVES………..Many may choose to ignore it,……………..but remember , no happiness is greater,………….than the happiness of making others happy 🙂

~Saadia

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I Was In Your Wake

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” I was the sky

and you were the sea,

wandering to find you,

consumed the best parts of me,

I was the sun

and you were the moon,

I hid myself each night,

just to let you burn,

I was the moth,

and you were the light,

I sacrificed myself,

Just to feast my eyes with your sight.

I was the fire ,

And you were the rain,

I gave away myself,

So that you’d never wane.

I was the earth,

and you were the breeze,

In the end, your existence,

forced my devastation to cease.

~ Saadia

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Just For this Once

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I want to lighten your burden,

Want to heal your scars for once,

I want to clear your path of hurdles,

Give me a chance, for this once,

As almost immediately as this moment,

Will you try and forgive me?

For the pain I’ve ever inflicted,

Or the wounds that I have gifted?

But I know that there are flickering memories,

That will set you ablaze,

Let me rebuild you for this once,

I will make the abode of your dreams,

An exceptionally fresh place,

For delight will always advance,

Every drop of rain.

Give me a chance, for this once,

To cure you of your pain,

And with me, you’ll watch the new dawn,

Extend all over your face,

~ Saadia

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Grant Her that Garden

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She was alone, sitting under the tree, petting her dog who wanted to run boundless and accelerated but the girl held him close. Why? Simply because he was her sole companion. She was tired of listening to the names the other children called her, she was tired of fighting back, she was tired of trying to fit in. The other kids played hopscotch but she was left alone and deserted, like always. As it turned dark, she walked back home, another walk down street without any friend. 

At home, she read till late at night and then cried herself to sleep like she did every night. The angels above were troubled, they realized that life was harder for her than death. So, the angels at dawn took the girl to heaven with them, they broke her from every bit of pain inflicted by her fellow humans…………….She was set free…………

When her dog saw her in the morning, motionless and finally relaxed, he whined once and lay dead on her feet. And from then on, the girl and her dog played in the garden of bliss for ever more. The people who had given her an unmatched amount of pain, were now, themselves in agony but Alas! there is no coming back from the destination we all share.

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That girl is in every one’s life , open your heart to her, to another troubled soul, maybe you can be the angel who’ll grant her that garden of bliss in this world, just by extending your hand. 

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~ Saadia