The Lost Prince

It took a couple of seconds before Sweta could steady herself from the impact of the sudden teleportation. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could now see the Demons peeking in Tiwari's Riwaaz room ( Riwaaz= Music practise)

So, chotasahib(young master) has teleported us right at the back of the Demons... cool....

Now we are the hunters and they are the hunted... ha ha.... thought Sweta.

Silently, she procured her celestial sword from absolutely nothing and tip toed in feline grace towards the demon in the right. She could see a confused Ajay in the room and also see her own target procuring a dark ball in his palm as he aimed it towards the innocent Tiwari. Sweta knew what it was. These filthy beings would use such dark balls on humans and animals and if hit by it, the victim will feel angry and depressed for no good reasons and behave violently for a couple of days. In her realm, it was called "depressals". There had been cases where weaker beings had been too fragile to endure the impact of a "depressal" and committed suicide for no good reason....

The one in the palm of the demon in front looked like a smaller ball, but, Sweta furrowed in disgust. Why would they use it on a man who didn't even know the demons exist? In disgust, she increased her pace and as she drove her Violet sword straight through the heart of the demon she targeted, she caught a glimpse of a white flicker in her left.

And the other demon too, dropped dead with a thud.

What the fuck !!! That guy too has a celestial weapon!!!! And not just any weapon... if she was not mistaken, a lost weapon whose yielder was also lost. Impossible!!!!

Sweta's furrow deepened. Only on successful completion of rigorous training and achieving the finest level of swordsmanship would a Gandharva or Kinnara be bestowed upon by a celestial sword. The color of the sword would match the intellectual vibe of the user and Sweta was a proud yielder of a 7th level Violet sword. It was a symbol of the topmost chakra. The crown. But from what she saw, the guy in her left yielded a similar weapon with similar level of spirituality.....

A 7th chakra dweller....!!!!

And that sword... he couldn't really be the person she had been searching for the last few decades...

Bloody hell..

Who is he?

As the Demons dropped dead, they disintegrated into nothing, leaving behind the weapons they were carrying. The man was about to stoop and touch them when Sweta realized what he was about to do....

NO... DONT... DONT TOUCH THOSE....

THEY ARE OFTEN JINXED----

But to her horror, the man was already touching them and appreciating their beauty...

"Jinxed or not... I dont care... I just love the craftsmanship... "

Hearing their voice, Ajay rushed to the balcony, and opened the door to usher them in...

"What was it ? Devi... Yaman .... What just happened? How did you two disappear from the room and appeared in the balcony?"

Ajay was now fussing on the mystery man, checking for injury and cupping his face , as if he was a kid.

Yaman.... Sweta looked at the man beside her again. A musical name..... Interesting....

Both Sweta and Yaman sank down on nearby couches in silence and finally Ajay ordered a pot of hot tea to break the tension.

"Can any of you tell me what it was that all about? ", Ajay indeed looked troubled.

Yaman was the first to speak.

" I am not sure. I heard her sing... and then I was in a land of light and songs and I saw myself running after a big cow and playing with kids of my age.... I was so happy.... For once I felt I am home.....

And then I heard the pops and all my senses urged me to protect her. I have seen those creatures before .... trust me Bhai... I have seen worse. But you all never see them. They smell foul and they give us depressions....

And the moment I took her hand... my body followed my mind and we teleported behind those ogres.....

She drew a sword from the air... bro... from the air... from nothing... by the way... WHO IS SHE? "

Ajay looked at Sweta.

He was sworn to secrecy and Ajay knew even if he tried, his throat wont let him speak a word on her true identity. He looked at Swetambhari and pleaded her with his eyes to take over .....

After a brief pause, Sweta spoke , " I am Swetambhari, crowned Princess of the Gandhavaas.... I am here on a mission....

BUT WHO ARE YOU?"

Yaman smiled... a divine smile.

" You guys are for real.... wow... I knew it... I just knew it....

By the way, I am Yaman Tiwari... an absolute nobody. Ajay is my big bro, and I absolutely loathed you when I saw you in the evening.." , his grin was a pain to the eye, Ajay groaned in frustration, "Asshole".

But Swetambhari frowned. Human!!! Impossible. She saw him procuring a 7th degree weapon from absolute nothing. That's Advanced Suryabigyan ( Solar Science) and no ordinary Human would be able to conjure that trick.

She cleared her throat.

"Can you show me that sword you procured earlier?"

Suddenly Yaman looked nervous.

He drew his hand in the air. He tried his earlier motions but nothing popped out.

Sweta gestured the right mudra and ordered him, "After me, swing you sword hand from the skies towards the ground and pray to your master to hand over the weapon you earned through labour"

Yaman frowned.

"What labour Deviji? That sword just showed up miraculously. I never learnt such things. I thought you helped me procure that sword!!!"

" No way Yaman... you gotta have that training, come on, after me.... You gotta trust me man...

This life or the previous, you must have earned that sword. Else it wont come to you at that juncture... Do it... after me... "

Yaman repeated the gesture after Sewta, over and again. Yet, nothing appeared.

After ten minute's try Yaman whimpered, " TOLD YA. I HAVE GIVEN NO LABOUR FOR EARNING THAT SWORD.... IT WAS JUST A FUCKING. MIRACLE. "

Ajay pleaded Swetambhari to let go of his brother. But the princess was adamant.

"It can't be, I know what I saw and unless he shows me that sword, I am not letting him go Tiwari...."

And suddenly she procured her own sword, CHINTAAK in her hand and pried on top of Yaman in one swift motion as she pressed the blade on Yaman's Adam's Apple.

In a growl she whispered in his ears, " Either defend yourself, or get killed , we Gandhavas are not kind to liars and Traitors"

Ajay was hyperventilating at this point. Sweta checked him once but didn't let go of Yaman.

The man was struggling... but he was no match for the skilled Gandharva princess....

Sweta pushed the blade a bit more and Yaman winced in pain as he struggled to get rid of her iron grip...

"Get off me... please "...

Sweta wanted to spat on his face.

MORON..... GROW BALLS.... FIGHT ME....

She herself was running out of patience and she wanted him to get in touch with his core faster.....

She was almost at the verge of giving up when she felt the tingly electric spark at those points where her body touched his...

COME ON.... COME ON.....

Sweta could feel his magic trying to sip out and then with a blast, she flew back and landed on her back.

Yaman stood up, in full glory, yielding the Sword she was dying to see.....

A blinding white heavy built sword, very similar to her owns.

And her heart missed a beat or two.....

So, the myth was true!!!!

Slowly Swetabhari bent a little and got down to greet her king, now oblivious to his true self.

"Brother ", she mumbled.....

One thing she realized for sure, the mission was going to become very very interesting.

The lost prince had been found... finally.