Mira's POV: A sneak peek into the Future
It was such a dark night that even the moonlight felt heavy over my shoulder blades.I was in my new school uniform. Blood dripped from various pores, staining the white and maroon dress. I quickly pulled out the black cloak from my bag and flipped it over my head and school bag.The street was as empty as my soul, and it seemed like it would be a struggle for me to get a ride.I pulled out my phone from my pocket.I tried pressing on the cracked and shattered screen repeatedly, but as expected, without success. It hadn't blacked out but was useless. It was a miracle I still had it in my pocket in that form and had not completely lost it after what I had been through that night.Just then, I saw a taxi coming right in my direction. Possibly the luckiest event in my historyThe driver jerked into a stop as I came right in front of it."Damn it, girl... If you are suicidal, go somewhere else to die."I gave him a look that I knew he would never forget." Nah! I'm not willing to die yet. I just need a ride."I flung myself inside the back seat and closed the door tightly."Where to? I mean the address? He asked. I guess I should have given him a head start. That might have been a mistake."Straight to the eastern cemetery."He didn't look back at me for the rest of the ride. And the moment we reached the cemetery, he could barely wait to see me leave. He didn't even wait to take the money for the ride. He just left. Quite perplexed, to my amusement.The guard was fast asleep when I jumped inside the walls of the cemetery.They should be waiting.The three Musketeers in my life It didn't matter if I loved them or hated them; it seemed like we were stuck together for eternity. Such was our destiny.As I walked, I could feel the charge in the air, which could only mean that the boys were just getting started with their prey.Braze, Kian, and Xen Every girl's desire, every boy's envy"Mira, you are late."Braze said with a voice that was grumpy, and he didn't even look at me. His eyes were fixed on the silhouette that he had pinned to thin air."Did you have to visit Chemora again? It was Kian who asked, but he didn't wait to hear my answer. He had to fling himself forward to restrain the silhouette, which was now taking on a gigantic shape."Let her breathe, you guys. Can't you see she looks exhausted already? Let's wrap this one up by ourselves tonight. Mira, you can stand aside and guide us if we cannot do it right. "With that, Xen jumped into the action.The silhouette was obviously too powerful for them. It was dragging the three of them along all at once.The silhouette was actually the distorted soul of a dark mage. A shifter mage, to be precise. They escape into our planet Earth from their own world, called Chemora.When they take human form, the darkness in them amplifies and manifests itself. It takes complete control over their soul. These dark mages are engaged in spreading corruption across our planet. Though I am not sure if we can really call it 'our earth, You see, all four of us were born in Chemora.So, let's get back to the topic of the dark mages. The problem with their intensified darkness was that, even after getting killed, their souls lingered behind and formed a shell around it, like a ghost. As if forming its own entity. And these forms wreaked havoc on the common folks. It threatened to expose the secret of the world where we came from.But that is another story.Before going into that narration, let me try telling you about the dynamics that I shared with the boys only a couple of years ago.Phew! My life was so different.Hold on; before we go back to the present, where my life was nothing less than normal, let me take you where it all began.***in the other world***Somewhere in the PastHe was running with a blade hidden under his cloak.He was running as his feet left footsteps behind, inked by the blood that dripped from that blade.His purple eyes were looking everywhere. He was looking for an exit. He was looking for a door to get the hell out of that hell.His handsome forehead was sweating profusely. The wound on his head was still fresh, and blood was trickling down from the back of his ears.He closed his eyes as his ears trembled with the piercing scream of his wife.She was being murdered. I beg your pardon; murder would be a very civilized word to describe what she was facing. She was being butchered.But he did not go back to her.He had something wrapped under his cloak that he was holding with his other hand. He was holding that warm bundle very tight. And as the screams of his wife finally started fading, he held that bundle even tighter with all his might.He somehow managed to break into a gallop despite his legs trembling.When he was almost at a dead end, he heard footsteps drawing very close to where they were.He touched the solid stone walls with his hands and tapped them as if expecting a magical door to open and get him out of there, but nothing was happening.The footsteps kept getting closer and closer. And his heart seemed like it would jump out of his chest.Just then, the little bundle in his hand moved. His eyes shot out in panic."! Shhhhh! He tried rocking it back to sleep, afraid that its cries would be the death knell for him.But the baby was unable to understand what the situation demanded. It let out a shrieking yell for its mother, probably because it was hungry.He tried to silence the baby with his other hand as the blade fell to the ground. He pressed hard so that he could muffle the sound of its cries and ducked under the piles of wooden tables that lay in the corner.But he could see that there was no denying the inevitable. He gagged the baby with a piece of cloth that he tore from his cloak.He placed it on the solid, cold floor. Then, after sparing it one last glance, he ran towards the footsteps."Stop running here and there. What you are looking for is right here. Come and get me if you can, cowards... "And with that, he ran.He ran in the opposite direction, far away from where he had left the helpless child.At first, the baby was moving its hands and feet desperately. At least it was trying to, but the swaddle was too tight. It couldn't even kick properly. Its eyes shot open. They grew wider and wider as the child tried to gasp for air. But there was no relief. Its efforts only made it more and more scared.After a few more minutes, its hands and legs dropped. Its breathing gradually slowed down to a point where it could no longer be heard.The clouds in the sky outside darkened. So dark, one might assume that there was an eclipse. Even the winds blowing outside changed their course.The clouds started gathering at one particular point. Thunder clouds rumbled and grumbled as they hovered over the stone house.It started raining as the smell of wet soil filled the air, along with the coppery scent of blood everywhere.At that very moment, a bright flash of dazzling white light fell on the same spot where the baby was.The man stopped in his tracks as the deafening clap of thunder followed the lighting on that spot.He watched as the stones caught fire.He watched as others shook with the mere intensity of the incident.He, however, stood there, unhinged, with his hands over his hips.His purple iris turned orange and yellow as the flames slowly leapt out. The entire place was starting to get consumed. The air was rapidly filling with smoke.He watched the tongues of the fire dance up towards the heavens with his mouth wide open, and then suddenly he began to laugh.He began to guffaw as he held his stomach like a lunatic as he sat down on the spot.He howled in laughter as he saw his pursuers run hither and thither. His cackles got louder as he reclined in his spot to get a better view of the destruction.He laughed as if he were watching a play that was being performed."We did it. We did it." He looked too amused as he clapped with his hands up in the air, pointing towards heaven. His hair slowly got covered with the flying ashes as he laughed his heart out like a mad man.***in the present world***Mira's POV -" You mean nothing to me! Nothing! "That was exactly what Braze told me. In the middle of a hall room full of people. As if that was not embarrassing, it was supposed to be the day he was officially going to announce our relationship. Ah! Stupid me. I had even done my nails for the occasion. Guess I would just have to work an extra shift to get over that expense. Hanging around with boys, looking for their attention, those were the last things on my already over saturated mind. I had a dog and two cats to feed, work as many shifts as I could, part-time, to collect my future college fees. I had a mother to take care of who still thought she could climb Mount Everest with severe spondylitis . I am leaving out the part where I had to study and also try to fit in my new environment. It was over a year ago that I changed schools, yet the students never saw me as one of them. Probably because I was a scholarship student and my family did not have a
Mira's POV -I always had this super power to sleep through my worries. Have you ever done that? Umm, it's more like hibernation but since I am human, they call it depression.Anyways, I found myself sleeping. Sleeping always made me feel great. But then this was no normal sleep. I could feel that something was different. Was it the bed? Was it much softer than my recliner? Don't be fooled, I am a pauper. My recliner was simply a sofa that doubled as my bed. I touched around before slowly opening my eyes. Voila! I was definitely in someone else's bed. Then the stream of thoughts came rushing back in, the drama, the rejection, the humiliation and then I remembered the pain. I sat up with a start and caught my head in between my hands. " Ouch! "It hurt. It hurt real bad. I could feel the cloth of the bandage wrapped around my head. " Take it slow girl! You will make your skull crack open again. "I could barely see his handsome face through my cloudy vision. I rubbed my eyes.
Mira's POV -" Mira, do it properly. I should be able to see my face in each of them. They should be shining. "I rolled my eyes . She should have all her mirrors replaced with these pots. She was obsessed with her utensils. She was the latest inclusion in my woe list. This was my fifth day, working in that corner motel. The pay wasn't that good but I wanted to work because only that way would I be able to be somewhere till my school got over. I couldn't kill my mother by telling her that I had made up my mind to not go to that school anymore. Not after the humiliation that Braze made me suffer. I had no idea how I would react if I saw him again. Would I break down crying again or would I kick his balls? I had to make up very spicy excuses to satiate my mother. Luckily, she was out of town when I was knocked out in that handsome boy's house. The offer was very tempting but somehow, I managed to trigger my stupid morality and ended up not taking the money. Let me correct myself.
Mira's POV***Intense whistling***They were circling me. Their eyes looked me up and down. Their whistling matched the rhythm of their shoes tapping. Their hands moved just above my shoulder as my spine stiffened at their move. With a sharp move, one of them grabbed my pony tail and pulled my head back. I had my eyes closed. I couldn't show them the fear in them . " What is this specimen doing here, in a school uniform? "His mouth spit drool all over my face and neck and his breath reeked of alcohol. The others found his remarks very amusing and broke into a laugh. I was trying to hold my breath back. My body was as rigid as possible. I was bracing myself for what was about to happen next. There was no time for me to reach for my bag or dial that emergency number. Not that it would be of any help at the moment. Even if I did manage to call for help, I would be a dead ant before they arrived. The one grabbing my hair , started pulling me backwards. My steps faltered as I trie
*** in the other world *** The waves of the Southern Seas were unusually loud and high. They had turned crimson in the sky, mimicking the hue of a triple moon. But they could not overshadow the shine of the rare beauty, the Southern Star. It was up there in the sky, just as was prophesied. It was a breathtaking view, but all that the onlookers could feel was fear. They were not timid creatures. They were mages. Human-like creatures with unimaginable supernatural powers. Their powers varied according to their clan and the techniques that they developed after birth. The rise of the Southern Star in the sky, along with the triple moons, was the beacon for the drumroll. It was an indication that the never-ending war between the tribes was finally coming to an end. A supposed happy affair. Alas! That was not the case. The end of the war would mean that some would gain superiority over others. That was a concept alien for the power-crazy mages. They had gained immortality a very long time a
Mother's love***present day world***Mira's POVI came back home in rags, running for my dear life for several long minutes, though there was no immediate threat. Good old reflex, I guess. I turned my keys and the door flung open. I was about to jump right in, pulling my disheveled hair behind when I heard my mother speak, " Mira, you are not coming back straight from school! "She had her back towards me and she had something in her hand. As she slowly turned, I noticed that she had a letter between her palms, which she was reading. Did my school write a complaint already? It wasn't that long. And what was my mother doing, coming home at this time, without informing me? I held my breath as I kicked my shoes open and slowly locked the door after walking in. I was cooking up excuses in my head. A possible thing that could convince my mother that leaving school for the time being, was the best thing. But then she smiled and her right hand landed on my shoulder with a pat. What
Xen's POVI found myself standing in a narrow, desolate alley, trapped in the clutches of my subconscious. The darkness engulfed me, suffocating and overwhelming. The air was heavy with an unspoken threat, sending shivers down my spine.With every step that I took, the sense of foreboding intensified. I could feel the unseen eyes peering at me, lurking in the shadows. The silence was broken only by the distant echoes of my footsteps, echoing like a haunting requiem.Suddenly, a flickering streetlight came into view, casting macabre shapes on the cracked pavement. It illuminated an object, nestled on the ground. A blade. Its steel glimmered malevolently, reflecting my mounting fear.Driven by an inexplicable compulsion, I reached out to touch it. As my trembling fingers made contact with the cold metal, a surge of electricity coursed through my veins. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint glow of the moonlight slipping through the blinds. I gasped for breath, my heart
***in the other world***" Where is our son, my love? "The woman asking the question was dressed in such a beautiful manner that her presence screamed royalty from every angle. The person in front of her looked equally elegant. A tall man on the throne. A king, with no mistakes. " He is where he ought to be. You need not worry about him, sweetheart. Your body is still recovering. You should go back to your chamber. "The woman's hair turned slowly red as she stepped towards the throne with calculated steps. " Ought to be my king? And where is that? "Her hair strands were slowly standing up as her voice intensified. " I carried him for nine months. I couldn't even hold him in my arms and feed him my milk... "" I can't believe you, of all people, could be bothered by frivolous things like these... " The king made a sharp turn towards her and it made her even more angry. Her head was now adorned with a gigantic crimson crown, made of supercharged, standing hair. " Frivolous? You t