The last wish of Joy

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'And again we met, dear friend,' said Ciceroni, standing at the brink of the village, Aulerda. 'I wondered how you were in the face of horror. But it seems quite different than my thoughts and what I saw before.' He folded his hands, standing tall, and added, 'Did you ask him to lend you some...'

'I told you when I first entered the Void world,' meddled Joy with a plain face. 'that I am not a mere mortal who could rely on the enthralling sovereignty. I always make my way to survive...'

There was a valley filled with bushes and a wooden temple on each green hill which was making that wide gap a beautiful reality. A star named Jug was seen rising from the horizon that was conspicuous from there. And beneath that star and through the last rock of those hills at the gate of Aulerda, a white river, Sirbdan, was running down through the valley.

At that grassy riverbank, Joy leaped downhill to the grey gate accompanied by the huge trees beside the two carven pillars. He had no fear in his eyes whilst watching fierce black flames around Ciceroni, but Arsai and Klir knelt and did not go near him. They bided to the grand Deodar of Aulerda, nearby the falling water of Sirbdan.

The tree's branches were over the river, making a stupendous home for the sparrows and crows, and ducks. But to look upon the hills, there dwell the man-size eagles who were named the first guardians of the free land of Aryavrata: they perceived Qarsha with his staff, and a mighty being, Kirth, flying beside him. But too, their eyes took notice of the disturbance in the surroundings: it made them flee high in the sky, and then on the river water, they alighted becoming the feather men.

'Strangers in the peaceful land of free folks,' said Lavani in the silver feather with silver eyes. 'Who sway you to disturb this dawn?'

But it seemed Joy and Ciceroni were not hurled by those words. They were looking into each other's eyes with a question that Joy asked, 'Tell me, Ciceroni, What do you think I am? What rank would I belong to in your eyes if I did not save you and Aaramaan?'

The saying made the flying man put his hand to his chin and come down. 'He took quite a funny name, old man. From where did he learn that?' said Kirth in the blue coat and cape and the spectacles.

'I am as surprised as you are,' replied Qarsha. 'This is indeed the worst tiding if my ears are not numb. But I fear the most if the saying you brought is true.'

'Well, it is true,' said Kirth. 'I have seen that baldy taking the life of the oldest son of Olamdiar. I do not know who is next. But I want to see how strong your hound is in comparison to the fallen Gyrate Girisha to stop the plight of the Void world on our door.' There shone a sudden spark in his dark eyes for a moment when he imagined a golden cape man making tremendous havoc in the sky to make it yellow, and he added, 'Oh, him. I saw him crafting from a thread. He is about to sew another world. Grand creation of the universe, I heard him chanting!'

Before Kirth could speak any further, he saw Ciceroni raised his palm straight to the face of joy. There around, the black zephyr was more like his veins moving magically around his arm, and as he clenched his fist, its moment was erased, but it destroyed the deodar in an instant.

However, Joy did not come in its touch as he had danced in the middle of the air to save himself, then leaped ahead of the magical mighty, and spoke, 'I am strong, Ciceroni. I had not realized it before the fear took place in my heart on that day when I faced Rugo for Aaramaan. But now, even if you put me in Despair, half dead by some queer chance, I will still drag my last limb to go with the aim I have chosen. With or without anyone, I will become the Sun of Virkshani.'

Ciceroni appeared in front of him all of a sudden, and punched his head, saying, 'Now, that you said, let me take you there and show you the difference between a real Undesirable and you!'

As Joy was about to plunge, Ciceroni held his head and floated high in the sky. 'But it will take more than you ever own, little boy. Your home is in the wind land of Maruta, a fair place to live. Quiet...comfortable...clean...and peaceful! It was indeed your good life in there, to be a son of an Engineer!' He took him down, and added, 'Anyway, I am here because of you. Therefore, I will never abandon you in fear or even if your or mine heart desires to be the liege of the Nugatory.'

'Will you take me to Despair,' asked Joy, sitting on the ground. 'And then leave me for a while for you have to work here for your desire? I will ask you no more than this, mate. You will again be a free folk afterward, a lord to dismiss the rules of the Gyrate.'

There came a sharp voice, cutting in, 'Do not talk big as if you know everything. The Void is a mystery for all, much more subtle than the Gyrate, and Despair is just a small part that you guys barely survived for a brief moment. It is a prison for all notorious people like him.'

Ciceroni walked to the pillars, saying, 'Long time passed to see this fickle face! What are you doing here, ghost boy!?'

'Same goes to you, lord Cilus!' replied Kirth, putting his both hand on his back. 'I am here for a talk and the news from the Beyond. Old man in your hall must be interested in that!' He leaped from the pillar, and so leisurely, he set his toe on the ground, snapping his finger that mended deodar to its old form and lifted Arsai and Klir from the falling river. 'Do not you want to hear me?'

'Very well,' said the lord, with a smile. 'But as you heard, I am moving with this lad. And if you can wait for me, then be there till I fetch some force with me to aid this crumbling house.' He gave a sharp look more like he was serious after a long while.

Qarsha found it suspicious that he stepped in to clutch the arm of the boy. But Joy and Ciceroni were brisk than him, and they vanished as if the ground devoured them or the air made them ashes to fly along. Therefore, the nervous the old man's face became, and he said, 'I have never expected him to be responsible for any action. I hope the boy will be fine!'   

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