Cicca_Jai
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I have wrote and re written this I can't even tell you how many times now...
Any thoughts you have would be welcomed. (this is a magical society, just so we are all on the same page here.)
A young man with long sable hair with just the hint of curl at its tips sat under a Banyan tree. His hair framing almond shaped eyes, eyes that when one gazed into their depths seemed to hold not only wisdom beyond his years but, total and utter peace. He has the kind of eyes that laughed with him, or seemed to darken with his mood.
Tall for his age, but well muscled, with a long fine neck and a slender nose that filled out his face. He is a sight to behold by anyone’s standards. Good at nearly all sports, with reflexes that were unsurpassable. But it was his leadership that stood out, always the perfectly polite sportsman. With never a hint of an ego, he was the one who would stop mid race to help someone fallen.
This was both his point of pride as well as his curse; this is Nitesh.
Sitting by the Banyan tree weaving a basket the late morning sun glittering off his perfect milk chocolate skin, his dark eyes lazily scanning the fields where his cattle were grazing, his thoughts wandering here and there.
Noting a wayward calf near the stream, he set aside the weaving and stood with closed eyes. With an electric pop he stood in front of the calf, gently redirecting her movements. As the little one moved on he smiled. Another pop and he was again near the tree. As he opened his eyes, he seemed to fold in on himself as he sat gracefully. He noticed a calf wandering too close to the waters edge, He stood and closed his eyes, and a white light surrounded him followed by an electric popping sound.
“Get on now, go.” He waved his hands at the calf.
When she redirected her movements he smiled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. With another Pop he stood again in the trees shadow.
He sat gracefully, his long limbs perfectly under his control.
He laughed then, thinking about what the other people would think if they had seen him do that. Would they understand it? Or would they think they had imagined him being near the tree moments before?
Most people disregard my father and I as nothing more than Handcrafters, If only I could tell them the truth, then they would see how wrong they are. They have forgotten what we are; have always been, even within the Pālaka. He frowned at this thought.
Truth was, he could go anyplace in the world and return within seconds. His Father and he were the last people who could still go to what Western people referred to as “Heaven.” He had talked with God on many occasions and had relayed messages from his Father and back again for reasons no one else could know of, most of the time including him.
On one such trip he had spoken to God for more personal reasons. He recalled the details of it as he sat in the cool shadow of the tree.
“What will become of our Line, oh Lord and Master, for now that it is just Father and I it seems less likely by the day that I will find a mate to carry us forward, as Father is unhappy with any within the Pālaka?” Nitesh paused giving deep bow to the Man before him. “That is if you are able to tell me. I do not wish to be rude.”
“I will tell you only that which you must know to lay to rest your wandering mind. There will be a girl, one whom you will come to care for. Your Father is aware of the prophecy that tells of a union between your Line and another that shall bring forth the most powerful of children. All of mankind will fall to touch their feet, they shall be the beginning and the end of many a things.” Krishna smiled down to him then and Nitesh knew that was all the Lord would tell him.
With his back to the tree, he sat basking in the sun, but he did not resume his basket. Instead he thought of Tamari, with her small frame, and her long, floor length black hair. Her dancing green eyes and that ten kilowatt smile she gave so freely. Could she be the one God had referred to? He would ask Krishna sometime if it were not rude to do so.
He told his dad of what Krishna had spoken of and his dad smiled, the old man knew things of which he dare not tell his son, Nitesh would have to learn them on his own, time would reveal all.
Closing his eyes he concentrated, focusing his mind on erecting a force field around his cattle; he wanted to nap in the sunshine, one of his favorite pastimes. Soon he would meet Tamari and continue working on her skill of control. She was able to do it if she set her mind to it; it was getting her to clear out all the distractions that proved to be the hard part for her. He thought.
SanDev of the Aga had come to him seeking his help with her as she would listen to him alone. That had been her way since she was old enough to talk without the presence of her parents. He recalled that conversation as he closed his eyes.
“Sri SanDev, you wished to speak with me?”
“Come Nitesh sit here” the man pointed to the seat opposite of him in the Great Hall. “I have a unique situation of which I think you may be of assistance should you take the task. The choice is entirely up to you of course. The Thanni girl Tamari, a vexing case for the Aga, unable to master her Powers for reasons that have left our teachers baffled, and frustrated beyond measure.
“She listens to you, hanging on your every word no matter how small. We would like to place her under your guidance for a time and see if perhaps you are able to help her realize her potential. Make no mistake not being Aga, you will not have the skill set needed that the other instructors enjoy, but I am out of ideas in this regard, I of course will assist you in this matter where I am able as you are a member of the Prakampaka, of the Orissa line, unable to do what Tamari of the Thanni are capable of. We shall set a schedule of meeting for both you and I, and you and her. Hopefully this will allow her to tap into her talents, as well as secure a place within the society to enjoy after your Father passes.”
“Sir, I care not about status, only for sincere service to our Lord, Krishna. I will teach the women in question on two conditions, one you never speak to my Father and I as if we are lower than you or any of the Pālaka; I hold the belief that as the Sacred texts state we are all of the same ilk, brothers and sisters with the same goal. My other condition is that should I ask for leeway that it be granted, so long as it is in keeping with our traditions and our teachings.”
“I only seek to raise you in the others eyes Nitesh, I meant no slight or offence. I hope you understand that. I shall grant the later of your requests, so long as you agree to ask me before you take any unusual direction in her teachings.”
“Fine please message me the schedule at your earliest.”
In the time Tamari and he had spent together, he had learned her likes, dislikes and of her hopes and dreams, her fears, and her joys. He smiled at the things she said, for many were what he wanted as well.
Her thoughts were of going to America in search of the “Others” like themselves but that seemed imposable impossible, her father was a hardliner who would not easily agree to her leaving the village. She also dreamed of finding someone special with whom she would grow old, someone she could trust in battle, but who would not treat her as if her mind were a blank to be filled by only her husband’s desires. This thought made him smile, because he too longed for a partner in all things. Someone to share his secrets with, one that he could hold onto in the night and know in the morning they would still be there.
Many a night he had gone wandering the world searching, not only for his soul mate, but like Tamari he also wanted to find the Others mentioned in the Sacred Texts. He had walked the dusty streets of Tripoli, and sailed the icy straights of Michigan, circled the ruins in Rome, and walked barefoot in the fertile soils of French wine country. So far none had turned out to be the ones he seeks. No worries he thought, they will be found when the time is right, I only hope one of us finds them before it is too late.
The Texts state there are Others who are embedded with these same gifts, but who have little or no knowledge of them. Others who follow a religion that was false by design. This protects the powers for even if one line breaks, the powers remain protected under a veil of secrecy, that none but the strongest of the chosen ones can pierce. This person would be strong, and a great leader, who in the end is destined the lead the last of the battles. Nothing more in the Texts mentions the “Others” or how to find them, not even how they are to help, nor would Krishna speak about it with Nitesh.
It was assumed that they hold great power that Krishna felt best trusted to outsiders’ whom were blind of the powers they hold, this means too that they would be unknowing of the role they were expected to play. That last part made him nervous.
Not knowing what one is meant to do is one thing. That is the common state of the world. But not knowing how to use the powers given, how to fight, and what evil lurks just beyond the light. That could become problematic should he have to rely on one of them to save him, or worse yet should he have to call on them to save someone he cared for.
There are rumors about Healers who could lay hands on a person and all injuries would dissipate, who held the power to speak to God. He thought as he drifted closer to sleep. Yes, it was definitely the not knowing that bothered him he decided, he would like to find the Healers if nothing else. It would have come in handy on that fateful day so long ago.
His sleeping mind filled with images of Tamari, dancing, her floor length hair dark whorls of movement, her cheeks flush with excitement, and her Green eyes filled with joy. He smiled in his sleep as the dream deepened, he moved forward in time looking at Tamari with child her big belly encircled with a gold chain. She had a soft, happy glow that is so rarely seen on ladies so heavily burdened. Light as a feather she floated about her tasks. Another time warp and he seen a child with huge bright eyes and a megawatt smile. Tiny earrings hung from perfectly formed ears. He reached for the child and she drifted into nothingness.
The stab of pain he felt ripped him from his slumber. Wide awake now, he noticed the time; he had to get the cattle back to their stables and meet Tamari. He was cutting it close; it had gone late into the afternoon on him. He was still only half awake but the dream was still near the surface of his conscious mind, and he was left with feelings of joy, and sorrow as he tried to recall every last detail.
Tamari stood in the circle, where all trained to use their powers properly, her floor length hair braided, and tied with the up most care. Where is that boy she thought, he’s always late, I guess I will just practice by myself till he gets here.
She closed her eyes, taking slow deep breaths. Her mind full of questions and clutter she could see them as if they were tangible objects. She imagined a wardrobe, with doors that swung open at her command. One by one she moved her thoughts to the wardrobe; when all were removed she closed the doors and opened her eyes.
By her side was a cage holding a small bird. She knelt down in the dirt and opened the door of the fragile cage, the scruffy freshly molted bird emerged spreading his wings and letting out a cry that was much larger then he appeared to be capable of.
“Hey Sukh, are you ready for another run? I promise I will try harder this time. I’ll give you a treat when we are done.” She stroked the beasts head lightly as she spoke.
Sukh turned to look at Tamari before speaking to her in his squawking voice
“The one who’s always late, is the one thee shall mate.” with that he took flight, his wings seeming to grow longer as he lifted higher into the air.
She watched him for a few rounds knowing that he was not going to fly away. He was hers and she was his, paired until he found his mate once again.
Tamari took his next pass as her opening. Feeling the joy of the bird as he circled and swooped overhead, she channeled her emotions to her minds eye and thought, stop, while flicking her hand in the birds’ direction unconsciously.
Sukh was frozen unmoving mid air. She jumped with joy she had done it, and Nitesh was not here to see. How disappointing she thought, he worked so hard to teach me how to do this. He should be here to see how well he has done.
Nitesh had stood watching her, waiting to see if she had finally learned to clear her mind of distractions, allowing her to unleash the power he know she possessed.
With a quiet pop he moved closer to her, praying that she would undo the freeze without any assistance this time. He waited for a few seconds as she gathered her thoughts and focused, moments later Sukh was swooping down towards her.
With a pop, he stood behind her. He taped her shoulder and ducked as she turned around fist ready to strike the offender.
“Be calm Tam, it’s just me.” a wide smile plastered to his face greeted her.
“Oh, Ni where have you been? You missed it; I did it without your guidance.” A slight frown marred her delicate features.
She stooped to open the delicate gilded cage once more allowing Sukh to enter his home, before she closed the door she took a treat from her pocket and gave it to the bird, stroking the short Gold Mohawk that adorned his head as he ate.
“Tam.” he extended his hand to her as she stood. She took his hand and turned to look at him her eyes meeting his. She felt her breath stick in her chest and a heat creep up her face. She quickly removed her hand from his grasp as she fought to regain her senses.
“You were late you should have been here, what if I had not been able to undo it? What would I have done then? You know I can’t leave him exposed and vulnerable.”
“Tam, I was here, I saw it, but I was late. I’m sorry. I did not want to break your concentration and you managed just fine on your own, not one feather lost this time.” He was beaming at her.
Feeling her heart skip a few beats, she lowered her eyes staring not at his soft brown eyes, but at the dirt below his feet.
As he gazed at the half moon shadow her long lashes cast, he was over come with the fierce desire to protect her, to hold her, to make her his. He knew the idea was preposterous to say the very least.
“Tam…” his voice coming as nothing more then a husky whisper.
He took one finger and gently lifted her chin. Her eyes met his and the world stood still, for a few moments the world was theirs. No fears, no urgency, he knew she had done it with out knowing it. She had not only frozen a bird but the whole village. As she gazed up at him he could feel the anger and tension melt away from her, leaving the inner most parts of her soul that spoke to him with out her knowledge for him to explore. He felt within him a tightening, and a deep longing that he had to battle back.
“Come with me please?” Breaking the spell they were caught in. He barely breathed as she came back to reality, as birds resumed their flights and children’s balls hit the dirt unaware of what had just happened to them.
“Huh, where? Now? We have so much work to do.” taking a step back to put some distance between them she took a deep breath.
What’s wrong with me? I have known him since I was a child, now stop being silly. She scolded her self silently.
“I know Tam; please there is something I need to show you.” she gave a slight shake of her head; He was stunned, she had agreed, he had not been expecting that. He glanced around making sure no one was watching and took her hand.
“Don’t be frightened you‘re safe with me.” He spun her into his powerful arms.
She had the odd sensation of being squeezed, as a rushing sound hit her ears; it was over before she even noticed all that was happening.
Standing on a beach in a place she had never seen wrapped in Nitesh‘s embrace she felt dizzy and sick. Frightened she turned to him, but her legs would not support her any longer. As her world went dark, he caught her, hooking one arm under her knees he lifted her up. He carried her towards a small hut just off the sands of the beach and carried her to the bed waiting inside. Laying her down with the greatest of care, he covered her with a blanket, just in case he had loosened the folds of her silver blue Sari. Softly he touched her face, sweeping an errant hair off her cheek.
She would awaken soon, he would have to explain this to her, but how?
He had broken the rules, used his powers for reasons he was yet to understand. He had brought her here with out without meaning to. He needed to talk to Krishna, try to understand the ramifications of what he had just done, as well as hear the punishment for doing so. The fear was apparent on his face, his clenched jaw, and eyes squeezed closed as he thought of all that had just happened.
He lit a fire, taking a quill and parchment he left a hurried note for her, should she wake before he was able to return.
Tam,
I’m sorry that I have done this; I have something else I must do. I promise you are safe here.
I will be back in a short while until then, don’t worry. This place is protected.
Always yours,
Nitesh.
He walked out of the hut, down the sands Blinking in the bright light. His heart pounded against his ribs, for the second time in his life he was scared to enter Krishna’s realm, scared of himself. What have I done? He thought, this is not good; he closed his eyes bracing himself for what was to come...
Any thoughts you have would be welcomed. (this is a magical society, just so we are all on the same page here.)
A young man with long sable hair with just the hint of curl at its tips sat under a Banyan tree. His hair framing almond shaped eyes, eyes that when one gazed into their depths seemed to hold not only wisdom beyond his years but, total and utter peace. He has the kind of eyes that laughed with him, or seemed to darken with his mood.
Tall for his age, but well muscled, with a long fine neck and a slender nose that filled out his face. He is a sight to behold by anyone’s standards. Good at nearly all sports, with reflexes that were unsurpassable. But it was his leadership that stood out, always the perfectly polite sportsman. With never a hint of an ego, he was the one who would stop mid race to help someone fallen.
This was both his point of pride as well as his curse; this is Nitesh.
Sitting by the Banyan tree weaving a basket the late morning sun glittering off his perfect milk chocolate skin, his dark eyes lazily scanning the fields where his cattle were grazing, his thoughts wandering here and there.
Noting a wayward calf near the stream, he set aside the weaving and stood with closed eyes. With an electric pop he stood in front of the calf, gently redirecting her movements. As the little one moved on he smiled. Another pop and he was again near the tree. As he opened his eyes, he seemed to fold in on himself as he sat gracefully. He noticed a calf wandering too close to the waters edge, He stood and closed his eyes, and a white light surrounded him followed by an electric popping sound.
“Get on now, go.” He waved his hands at the calf.
When she redirected her movements he smiled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. With another Pop he stood again in the trees shadow.
He sat gracefully, his long limbs perfectly under his control.
He laughed then, thinking about what the other people would think if they had seen him do that. Would they understand it? Or would they think they had imagined him being near the tree moments before?
Most people disregard my father and I as nothing more than Handcrafters, If only I could tell them the truth, then they would see how wrong they are. They have forgotten what we are; have always been, even within the Pālaka. He frowned at this thought.
Truth was, he could go anyplace in the world and return within seconds. His Father and he were the last people who could still go to what Western people referred to as “Heaven.” He had talked with God on many occasions and had relayed messages from his Father and back again for reasons no one else could know of, most of the time including him.
On one such trip he had spoken to God for more personal reasons. He recalled the details of it as he sat in the cool shadow of the tree.
“What will become of our Line, oh Lord and Master, for now that it is just Father and I it seems less likely by the day that I will find a mate to carry us forward, as Father is unhappy with any within the Pālaka?” Nitesh paused giving deep bow to the Man before him. “That is if you are able to tell me. I do not wish to be rude.”
“I will tell you only that which you must know to lay to rest your wandering mind. There will be a girl, one whom you will come to care for. Your Father is aware of the prophecy that tells of a union between your Line and another that shall bring forth the most powerful of children. All of mankind will fall to touch their feet, they shall be the beginning and the end of many a things.” Krishna smiled down to him then and Nitesh knew that was all the Lord would tell him.
With his back to the tree, he sat basking in the sun, but he did not resume his basket. Instead he thought of Tamari, with her small frame, and her long, floor length black hair. Her dancing green eyes and that ten kilowatt smile she gave so freely. Could she be the one God had referred to? He would ask Krishna sometime if it were not rude to do so.
He told his dad of what Krishna had spoken of and his dad smiled, the old man knew things of which he dare not tell his son, Nitesh would have to learn them on his own, time would reveal all.
Closing his eyes he concentrated, focusing his mind on erecting a force field around his cattle; he wanted to nap in the sunshine, one of his favorite pastimes. Soon he would meet Tamari and continue working on her skill of control. She was able to do it if she set her mind to it; it was getting her to clear out all the distractions that proved to be the hard part for her. He thought.
SanDev of the Aga had come to him seeking his help with her as she would listen to him alone. That had been her way since she was old enough to talk without the presence of her parents. He recalled that conversation as he closed his eyes.
“Sri SanDev, you wished to speak with me?”
“Come Nitesh sit here” the man pointed to the seat opposite of him in the Great Hall. “I have a unique situation of which I think you may be of assistance should you take the task. The choice is entirely up to you of course. The Thanni girl Tamari, a vexing case for the Aga, unable to master her Powers for reasons that have left our teachers baffled, and frustrated beyond measure.
“She listens to you, hanging on your every word no matter how small. We would like to place her under your guidance for a time and see if perhaps you are able to help her realize her potential. Make no mistake not being Aga, you will not have the skill set needed that the other instructors enjoy, but I am out of ideas in this regard, I of course will assist you in this matter where I am able as you are a member of the Prakampaka, of the Orissa line, unable to do what Tamari of the Thanni are capable of. We shall set a schedule of meeting for both you and I, and you and her. Hopefully this will allow her to tap into her talents, as well as secure a place within the society to enjoy after your Father passes.”
“Sir, I care not about status, only for sincere service to our Lord, Krishna. I will teach the women in question on two conditions, one you never speak to my Father and I as if we are lower than you or any of the Pālaka; I hold the belief that as the Sacred texts state we are all of the same ilk, brothers and sisters with the same goal. My other condition is that should I ask for leeway that it be granted, so long as it is in keeping with our traditions and our teachings.”
“I only seek to raise you in the others eyes Nitesh, I meant no slight or offence. I hope you understand that. I shall grant the later of your requests, so long as you agree to ask me before you take any unusual direction in her teachings.”
“Fine please message me the schedule at your earliest.”
In the time Tamari and he had spent together, he had learned her likes, dislikes and of her hopes and dreams, her fears, and her joys. He smiled at the things she said, for many were what he wanted as well.
Her thoughts were of going to America in search of the “Others” like themselves but that seemed imposable impossible, her father was a hardliner who would not easily agree to her leaving the village. She also dreamed of finding someone special with whom she would grow old, someone she could trust in battle, but who would not treat her as if her mind were a blank to be filled by only her husband’s desires. This thought made him smile, because he too longed for a partner in all things. Someone to share his secrets with, one that he could hold onto in the night and know in the morning they would still be there.
Many a night he had gone wandering the world searching, not only for his soul mate, but like Tamari he also wanted to find the Others mentioned in the Sacred Texts. He had walked the dusty streets of Tripoli, and sailed the icy straights of Michigan, circled the ruins in Rome, and walked barefoot in the fertile soils of French wine country. So far none had turned out to be the ones he seeks. No worries he thought, they will be found when the time is right, I only hope one of us finds them before it is too late.
The Texts state there are Others who are embedded with these same gifts, but who have little or no knowledge of them. Others who follow a religion that was false by design. This protects the powers for even if one line breaks, the powers remain protected under a veil of secrecy, that none but the strongest of the chosen ones can pierce. This person would be strong, and a great leader, who in the end is destined the lead the last of the battles. Nothing more in the Texts mentions the “Others” or how to find them, not even how they are to help, nor would Krishna speak about it with Nitesh.
It was assumed that they hold great power that Krishna felt best trusted to outsiders’ whom were blind of the powers they hold, this means too that they would be unknowing of the role they were expected to play. That last part made him nervous.
Not knowing what one is meant to do is one thing. That is the common state of the world. But not knowing how to use the powers given, how to fight, and what evil lurks just beyond the light. That could become problematic should he have to rely on one of them to save him, or worse yet should he have to call on them to save someone he cared for.
There are rumors about Healers who could lay hands on a person and all injuries would dissipate, who held the power to speak to God. He thought as he drifted closer to sleep. Yes, it was definitely the not knowing that bothered him he decided, he would like to find the Healers if nothing else. It would have come in handy on that fateful day so long ago.
His sleeping mind filled with images of Tamari, dancing, her floor length hair dark whorls of movement, her cheeks flush with excitement, and her Green eyes filled with joy. He smiled in his sleep as the dream deepened, he moved forward in time looking at Tamari with child her big belly encircled with a gold chain. She had a soft, happy glow that is so rarely seen on ladies so heavily burdened. Light as a feather she floated about her tasks. Another time warp and he seen a child with huge bright eyes and a megawatt smile. Tiny earrings hung from perfectly formed ears. He reached for the child and she drifted into nothingness.
The stab of pain he felt ripped him from his slumber. Wide awake now, he noticed the time; he had to get the cattle back to their stables and meet Tamari. He was cutting it close; it had gone late into the afternoon on him. He was still only half awake but the dream was still near the surface of his conscious mind, and he was left with feelings of joy, and sorrow as he tried to recall every last detail.
Tamari stood in the circle, where all trained to use their powers properly, her floor length hair braided, and tied with the up most care. Where is that boy she thought, he’s always late, I guess I will just practice by myself till he gets here.
She closed her eyes, taking slow deep breaths. Her mind full of questions and clutter she could see them as if they were tangible objects. She imagined a wardrobe, with doors that swung open at her command. One by one she moved her thoughts to the wardrobe; when all were removed she closed the doors and opened her eyes.
By her side was a cage holding a small bird. She knelt down in the dirt and opened the door of the fragile cage, the scruffy freshly molted bird emerged spreading his wings and letting out a cry that was much larger then he appeared to be capable of.
“Hey Sukh, are you ready for another run? I promise I will try harder this time. I’ll give you a treat when we are done.” She stroked the beasts head lightly as she spoke.
Sukh turned to look at Tamari before speaking to her in his squawking voice
“The one who’s always late, is the one thee shall mate.” with that he took flight, his wings seeming to grow longer as he lifted higher into the air.
She watched him for a few rounds knowing that he was not going to fly away. He was hers and she was his, paired until he found his mate once again.
Tamari took his next pass as her opening. Feeling the joy of the bird as he circled and swooped overhead, she channeled her emotions to her minds eye and thought, stop, while flicking her hand in the birds’ direction unconsciously.
Sukh was frozen unmoving mid air. She jumped with joy she had done it, and Nitesh was not here to see. How disappointing she thought, he worked so hard to teach me how to do this. He should be here to see how well he has done.
Nitesh had stood watching her, waiting to see if she had finally learned to clear her mind of distractions, allowing her to unleash the power he know she possessed.
With a quiet pop he moved closer to her, praying that she would undo the freeze without any assistance this time. He waited for a few seconds as she gathered her thoughts and focused, moments later Sukh was swooping down towards her.
With a pop, he stood behind her. He taped her shoulder and ducked as she turned around fist ready to strike the offender.
“Be calm Tam, it’s just me.” a wide smile plastered to his face greeted her.
“Oh, Ni where have you been? You missed it; I did it without your guidance.” A slight frown marred her delicate features.
She stooped to open the delicate gilded cage once more allowing Sukh to enter his home, before she closed the door she took a treat from her pocket and gave it to the bird, stroking the short Gold Mohawk that adorned his head as he ate.
“Tam.” he extended his hand to her as she stood. She took his hand and turned to look at him her eyes meeting his. She felt her breath stick in her chest and a heat creep up her face. She quickly removed her hand from his grasp as she fought to regain her senses.
“You were late you should have been here, what if I had not been able to undo it? What would I have done then? You know I can’t leave him exposed and vulnerable.”
“Tam, I was here, I saw it, but I was late. I’m sorry. I did not want to break your concentration and you managed just fine on your own, not one feather lost this time.” He was beaming at her.
Feeling her heart skip a few beats, she lowered her eyes staring not at his soft brown eyes, but at the dirt below his feet.
As he gazed at the half moon shadow her long lashes cast, he was over come with the fierce desire to protect her, to hold her, to make her his. He knew the idea was preposterous to say the very least.
“Tam…” his voice coming as nothing more then a husky whisper.
He took one finger and gently lifted her chin. Her eyes met his and the world stood still, for a few moments the world was theirs. No fears, no urgency, he knew she had done it with out knowing it. She had not only frozen a bird but the whole village. As she gazed up at him he could feel the anger and tension melt away from her, leaving the inner most parts of her soul that spoke to him with out her knowledge for him to explore. He felt within him a tightening, and a deep longing that he had to battle back.
“Come with me please?” Breaking the spell they were caught in. He barely breathed as she came back to reality, as birds resumed their flights and children’s balls hit the dirt unaware of what had just happened to them.
“Huh, where? Now? We have so much work to do.” taking a step back to put some distance between them she took a deep breath.
What’s wrong with me? I have known him since I was a child, now stop being silly. She scolded her self silently.
“I know Tam; please there is something I need to show you.” she gave a slight shake of her head; He was stunned, she had agreed, he had not been expecting that. He glanced around making sure no one was watching and took her hand.
“Don’t be frightened you‘re safe with me.” He spun her into his powerful arms.
She had the odd sensation of being squeezed, as a rushing sound hit her ears; it was over before she even noticed all that was happening.
Standing on a beach in a place she had never seen wrapped in Nitesh‘s embrace she felt dizzy and sick. Frightened she turned to him, but her legs would not support her any longer. As her world went dark, he caught her, hooking one arm under her knees he lifted her up. He carried her towards a small hut just off the sands of the beach and carried her to the bed waiting inside. Laying her down with the greatest of care, he covered her with a blanket, just in case he had loosened the folds of her silver blue Sari. Softly he touched her face, sweeping an errant hair off her cheek.
She would awaken soon, he would have to explain this to her, but how?
He had broken the rules, used his powers for reasons he was yet to understand. He had brought her here with out without meaning to. He needed to talk to Krishna, try to understand the ramifications of what he had just done, as well as hear the punishment for doing so. The fear was apparent on his face, his clenched jaw, and eyes squeezed closed as he thought of all that had just happened.
He lit a fire, taking a quill and parchment he left a hurried note for her, should she wake before he was able to return.
Tam,
I’m sorry that I have done this; I have something else I must do. I promise you are safe here.
I will be back in a short while until then, don’t worry. This place is protected.
Always yours,
Nitesh.
He walked out of the hut, down the sands Blinking in the bright light. His heart pounded against his ribs, for the second time in his life he was scared to enter Krishna’s realm, scared of himself. What have I done? He thought, this is not good; he closed his eyes bracing himself for what was to come...
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