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I regained my consciousness only to slip into another one when I saw the pool of blood gathered around me

It was my blood

Shit don't chicken out now

I got up surprised that my wound was healed.

Delphi did it.

I thought.

I looked at young master who was now fighting the real lyre player. He was wounded with his white shirt soiled with red patches. Blood trickled down his forehead and his eyes looked lifeless with dark circles present. Consequently, his speed and potential of attack also reduced

He is at his limit

'Young master gives me the Vajra I shouted as I ran towards him.

'Noor stay back I just healed your wounds.' He said while fighting the remnant.

So, it was not Delphi but young master.

I felt happy that he took care of me.

'I know a way to finish this! Just give me the Vajra.'

'But….

What if she attacked you?

That is what young master wanted to say

'Here takes this crossbow for covering me' I threw the cross bow at him.

Reluctantly he handed the Vajra.

So heavy!!!

'What are you planning on doing?'

'To make her rest in peace.' I let out a soft smile.

Spear dance is an aggressive dance form which only men performed. When I was training for various dance forms. Spear dance was always excluded for its masculinity.

'Why?... it is just a spear? If sword dance can be done by women, then why not spear? In the end they are all just lame weapons'

A young trainee used to whine about it all the time. She did not like the sword because it was too heavy so she asked Nayasa to change it to bamboo spears.

However, Kautilya heard her and next day a new dance form was born. It was a spear dance but feminine. Kautilya was shrewd but a genius

I wrapped my scarf around the Vajra such that a large trail was left behind. Fortunately, the scarf was blue colored which was exactly what I wanted.

I sighed and closed my eyes. For the first time I wanted to dance by best

Here I am today

Waiting for you everyday

The river separated us

But our love was not reduced to dust

I will cross this space

And will come leaping in your embrace

You know that I am afraid of the flowing river in my way

Not of drowning but for not meeting you forever

So please stay over

Wait for me till I cross it

Wait for a bit

Cheer me as I gather my strength

One day surely, I will cross it.

The lyre player matched played the song and I sang to its tune while moving the spear as if the river flowed from it. I copied some movements from young master, turning and swaying in deep concentration. Putting the Vajra from one hand to another. Swinging it as if the scarf was a river flowing in the infinite separating them. I did it for the love which Delphi held so special that just thinking about it made all this suffering nothing. I am not very emotional, being cautious and rational is my instinct but I will acknowledge Delphi truly loved that person and thus I will grant her the wish to meet her lover once again. I felt privileged to be their bridge. Surely now they will cross it.

The song ended and silence ensued.

The entity before me smiled and waved me goodbye, thanking me for doing this.