Prologue01+Teen-Angst

In a rural village when heavy rain fell masking the laugh of the living and smell of the dead.

"Don't worry great mother, I will let nothing happen to your beautiful daughter." Wyakti spoke while his eyes droop heavy with guilt and pain, the room that he was born in and the mother who gave him birth both will end today. His hand held a blood covered rusted knife, the same knife his mother used to chop vegetables with and also the same knife with which she defended her children from her own husband.

Wyakti had already severed his mother's vocal cord, and what remained was his mother grasping for breath, she tried to get up and struggle, but the 12-year-old son of her held her down, she didn't understand what was going on, but only struggled to breath as the blood filled her lungs.

"Don't worry great mother, I will give her the blessing of heavens." The woman tried to reach toward her murderer, toward her son. She was surprised knowing the situation she was in, but somehow she didn't feel betrayed but a sense of relief and sadness. She felt pity for her son, she wanted to speak to him for the last time, but no words came out of her mouth instead blood sprayed out of her mouth.

"Don't worry great mother, the heavens will punish me for my crimes." Wyakti placed rusted blade atop his mother's bossom, ready to impale her heart. As he was going to stab her to end her life, his mother's palm reached his face, the rough hands contained a lot of stories, these stories held the struggle the young woman has faced until now.

Feeling the palm that though was rough on the surface, contained warmth unimaginable by other's, Wyakti looked in the eyes of his mother's for the first time, there was no tears in his eyes, only a bleak emptiness.

But the woman unsurprised, moved her lips. At this time there was a smile on her face and this smile grew wider as soundless words spew out of her trembling mouth.

*Pichh

"Don't...…. worry great mother...... for there is an afterlife to look forward to." Wyakti announced as he took away his trembling hands and fell on the floor. A breeze of cold breeze travelled through his body that caused a chill down his spine.

"I… I shouldn't waste any time… I need to take care of Waahi." Taking in deep breaths. Wyakti calmed his mind and got up while giving his mother one last look. Walking to the corner of the room, where his 3-year-old sister slept.

"Don't worry great sister, I will make you a princess." Like a soul-less doll, Wyakti whispered in the darkness again. He gently got down, and lifted his little sister up on his back gently.

"Wha…! Morning?"

"Nah!! It's still night, just sleep for now…" Wyakti didn't stopped moving his hand, as he wrapped a cloth around her and bound the cloth to his chest.

"Really?" With droopy and weak voice, she asked again.

"Really!!" Wyakti spoke in confirmation. "Have a good sleep, as when you wake up again, you will find a much better place."

"Hmm!..." The little girl didn't listen half of her brother's monologue, as sleep drowned her again.