Undesirable

THE WISE MIGHTY

'Nothing is dead in this world,' said Olamdiar. 'Nothing will perish until I am alive.' Darkness thrived for a moment, and then the red eyes of Dhir opened, and he heard, 'Get up, you fool of Wise! Get up!'

Naks hit his head on the ground and continued, 'Get up! One more time!' His eyes were barely open; his hands were shaking, holding him on the ground; his legs seemed lifeless, and his center was swelling. But in the pain that was not manifested on his face but on his body, he lifted a rock thrice his size, and underneath the shade of the green maple, he screamed, 'You think it's over, huh! You're a mere rock!'

Well, nature set him tumbled by the chin, and Dhir held the boulder in his one hand, saying, 'Thou hath no mind of ant, absurd lad. Go, get some rest!' He put the rock aside. And bowing to it, the wise man lingered back to the tree branch, placing his head on the trunk, and looking at the clean sky as if he was at peace.

But the boy was stubborn. He stood tremblingly and lifted the rock in his one hand, whilst putting another on the ground. He did a push-up and then collapsed. However, as he breathed some air, he was up for a second, and then severed by the same consequence, yet his eyes were so sharp that when a twig came flying from the riverside, he leaped, placing the rock beneath his shadow, and stood on it like a boy with some unnatural power, because he was not trembling anymore, neither he seemed weak but so focused that another twig, he clutched in his bare hand, crushed it, and threw it back in the pieces. And in a flash, he perceived the third one, he flipped in the air, and kicking it, he stood on the ground, folding his hands.

The twig carried the speed that it got heated up and burned before it could have touched the cloaked guy standing at the riverbank. The hooded man with the glass, he was, and he said, 'So, you are the last, fallen ancestor of the Ananta. It is interesting to face you in my world, as I know you are counted among one of the strongest tribes of old times.'

The man faded, and appeared close to the kid's face, and added, 'But I do not find you mighty. Even me, the youngest son of the Gyrate, will hurl you from your existence.' He took out his gloved hand from the cloak, yet ere he would touch the neck of the short boy, his hand was grabbed, and he was punched straight in the stomach that Dhir was surprised to see.

The one who was at peace and with his music and bird got interrupted by the violence and the words that he heard, 'I am here for the measure. If the door will not open for me, someone above me would come and annihilate the world you are protecting!'

So much distressful those words were, and so treacherous the speaker sounded could not be understood by the lad, and Dhir stepped down, saying, 'Wise man never lose the word game, lad. We cannot be swayed by such deceitfulness or wrong speech by someone naïve. And most important is thee, and thou lose thy temper. Is it all for one move? I am expecting some rationality for your charge.'

Naks looked at Dhir, and grabbed the hood of the villainous being, saying, 'Do you think I am not behaving as who I am.' The boy brought the hooded man to his knees, adding, 'Come on! cut this crap! I do not want to play this game today.'

The young boy released the man, and went back to the rock, saying, 'But I admire your decision now. Indeed, this rock is alive, as the will of the grand master. I can feel it heavy, but once every day, I have found it so thrilling that I do not want to rest. I want to attain my aim in no time. This is building some stress...yet I am still me, holding-on to set near my ultimate self. And your pause is aiding me well, Dhir. Therefore, I admire your way more than my harsh decisions.' And he slept on the rock.

'A clumsy lad,' whispered Dhir. 'Well, now he is understanding what I want to say.' He looked at the cloaked man, and put his hand on the hood, smiling.

The hooded man became a crow and vanished from the sight of every single eye, and there remained Dhir, who whispered, 'Maybe, it is the time to take leave.'

The last white-winged swan bowed to him and flew to the sky. He saw that the single one went alone, and those wing-breeds who followed the different airway joined it to move a little further. It made him smile broadly, and closing his eyes, he whispered again, 'I am sure now that he is as free as air. I must set him.'

The wise man spent no time squandering around but he walked to the red maple. Through the windy noon and the chill of the evening, when the savoury tune hit his notion, he passed on the grass even beyond the running river meeting with the realm of woods and leaves. It was named Prometheus the leafless.

It was said that the gigantic tree gave off its everything in the faith of Olamdiar and created the green world as the home for all forsaken: its leaves created the floor and the shade; its wood made the wall, and the light could not be reflected but store in it for the gloomy time. So golden its leaves shone when dusk prospered, and with the dawn, it became matt green. However, amidst everything, its bare brown wood bided for eternity. It was taller than mountains, broader than the running river of Maia, and slower than the old recollection of the world to recall it. Indeed, it talked to no one, but the wind passed by it usually carried its words to certain people, and it said to Dhir that a long time has passed in loneliness, please come back one more time to show your cunningness for us.

Dhir was a kind man. He smiled, and made his secret leave possible by the wooden clone that he created at the riverbank, and slipped into the house of Guna, the tree king known for his rich land and health, and immortality: Guna said that the world would be a peaceful place if its wind inside remains divine, and therefore, nobody has to die ere their dream come to pass; Indeed, Täru made it possible in my view.

King Guna might have the golden tongue, thought Dhir, and went to the land of wood and leaves.

Prometheus, the natural realm, in normal tongue, was called Täru where dwelt small people, and their nerd king, who put the glass on his eyes, and asked, 'Oh, my friend Dhir. I was expecting you yesterday. But aye! You come on your will.'

And Dhir replied, 'I was busy in some gathering and the latest tidings that the wood-breed cannot decipher their treachery. Even, I do not want this land to be spoiled, but I do not find another way than thy threshold and the old tree's fellowship for my long going quest.' Dhir genuflected to the short man in the green crown, and added, 'I need something wiser than me to aid me in search of the hidden assembly of the evil Gyrate the Second. I want to vanquish their whole creation. But it cannot be possible by the first and third Gyrate people living in your land. And I have brought with me their lord...'

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