Chapter 5

"Princess Veronica, your body is the sole weapon on the earth to kill him, the only power to end him. You will have to die the most brutal death and so the similar would be his end." He proclaimed with power and might, holding a fist full of white power in his hands to his forehead. "A weapon would be made using your bones and flesh inclusive of your hair. The tip of the weapon should be bathed with your blood and the act should happen coincidentally but not willfully. Only then would the sword attain the sanctitude to kill him."

Princess Veronica wasn't afraid hearing the sage's deliverance. On the contrary she was happy, she could find a solution to the unlimited suffering of her country's citizens.

"How will I end the monster after my death?" Veronica had the final and only question to ask him. The sage took the spirited water from the jug besides and sprinkled it on her head. "You will take a rebirth, remember everything when time comes and end the beast."

The princess nodded with an accomplished smile placed her head at his holy feet before she walked back to her chariot. "Princess Veronica you should come back here for the sacrifice exactly after a week on the next full moon day." The sage called from behind and reminded her before he went back to the penance.

The night before she went to bed Veronica heard once again the voice of the monster. "My beauty"....there was that irritating laughter back. "Are you going to sacrifice yourself to end me? Psst! But that is not going to happen anymore. I'm the supreme. There is no weapon yet born on earth to kill me."

"You will die very soon, you womanizer. I'm your death and I will accomplish it by any means. I will be re-born to end you, it will the sole motto of my re-birth." A hush of wind entered from open window which was closed till then. A rose sat on a silver plate which entered inside the room and went struck to her hair styled in a long braid. "Continue with your efforts my darling." There was his teasing snigger again.

"You bastard!" Veronica swayed her sword in air and pulled away the rose off her hair. She threw it down and crushed it with her feet. "I will not like anything that touched you. Remember that." She shredded the words with venom. "If you have the guts, come and appear before me and I will finish you within a blink of your eye." There was a heavy breathe heard very close to her and Veronica abhorred the sound of his sniff. He was smelling her like woman are his toys.

"Get visible you monster." She shouted with might searching around the room for him with ferocity. "I'm your death either today or tomorrow. It is only a matter of time. Your countdown to the trophet starts now." She dared him with pride.

"Leave my country and go away. I may spare you. Else you are going to die the most brutal death." Veronica felt something touch her and there was his hoarse voice heard in a song which was blasting her ears. HE TOUCHED HER and Veronica hated her body more than anything at the moment.

The princess abdicated her throne but before leaving her kingdom she summoned the best painting artists across the world.  Nobody knew why she was doing this.  She selected one of them who was the best and made him draw a picture of hers.  On the painting she wrote her own life history where she could remind herself of her past when she would look at it in future.  She made the artist paint her picture in such a way that the letters written on the sketch would only be seen and read by her.  

The princess distributed sweets and clothes wishing her citizens a happy life. Veronica walked back to the forest but before doing she promised to her people, she was soon going to return. She will walk back with the solution to their problems but did not tell them the truth - she was going sacrifice herself for the welfare of her people.

The princess bid her final adieu to her husband, she took her little children into her arms kissing each of their heads. Making a heart of stone she turned around to walk to her destination. She needed to protect her country and nation comes before the family.

It felt the sky was also crying for her loss because it thundered heavily with an outpour of rain. The dark clouds were just above bringing a heaviness in every person's heart who saw her walk away from the kingdom.

Some people offered her flowers while some fruits. A few sang slogans may our country prosper in the princess's rule. Long live our Queen Victoria. Little did they know ......

The sage had a group of disciples assisting him. The fire was lighted making a platform around. The princess bowed to the fire and sat in front of it cross legged with folded hands.

A huge sack of coconuts were placed on either side of her. A big garland of flowers was ornamented on her like a necklace. Before her were pictures of ancient Arabic Gods.

Two disciples stood on either side of her. Each one of them took a coconut  and broke it with force on her head. The process continued. The princess not even flinches as she sat there unmoving as in an oblation to fire. Her only desire was to end the beast by any means. "Give me the most torturous death for his end should be as threatening as mine." She declared with her head held high in valor and power even when she was walking towards death.

The coconuts kept breaking on her head and blood slowly poured out in streams on all of her countenance.

Gradually her face went completely covered in blood and then Princess Veronica breathed her last. She fell back in the same sitting posture with folded hands.

One of the disciples walked forward to check the pulse and shook his head looking at the saint. It was confirmed a valorous soul ended her life that night. The sky roared as if lamenting on her death.

After the moon rose towards the horizon, Princess Veronica's body was burnt performing the last rites. The saint collected her bones. Heating them in the fire they were transformed to a shape of a long and pointed weapon. Her hairs and flesh were used to make its handle.

With his yogic powers the saint created a super natural creature who would guard the weapon and hides it under the trunk of a Neem tree.

Three generations later just as the saint prophesied the princess was reborn as Amara to kill the monster.