The Pigeon's Message

Cynthia stood outside the home. Her morning was already ruined by Mrs Cyprus, she hoped that nothing worst happens with her now. She was walking through the front yard of MMrand Mrs Cyprus's house where she was treated like a maid.

Suddenly she heard a sound, " Listen to me before I die ... It's important ... listen .. ....listen .....I'll die ." Cynthia stopped and look around but saw no one.

She couldn’t identify whose voice was it and from where was it coming. It was a very strange voice unlike one of a human. It seemed like a whisper but a loud one, Strange right? this was what Cynthia heard  'A loud whisper '. After searching all around but getting no clue Cynthia thought it might be her illusion and starting walking towards the main gate again. 

" Don't go .... listen to me ... am right here . " spoke the voice. 

Cynthia noticed that the voice was coming from nowhere else but from her en oops sorry MR.& MrsCyprus's garden. It was coming from the flower beds where the pretty white lily flowers were blooming with the cool breeze. She stepped nearer and saw a pigeon. There was no one else ."Is this pigeon speaking ? " she thought. 

"Hey can you hear me ?" said Cynthia. 

"Yes........I can ... I can speak too but only you can hear me as you are special  " said the pigeon 

" What the hell !" murmured Cynthia and stepped back as she was afraid. 

" Don't be scared! I'll not harm you! I am here to help you because you are special  " said the pigeon

" Help me for what .. saving me from these Cyprus ?? I don't need anything else, " thought Cynthia in her mind. 

" Well I am not here to save you from the taunts of your aunt and uncle but something worse than it .... something you ould have never thought of, something beyond your imagination." exclaimed the pigeon. 

" Wait ... what!! I didn't say anything," said Cynthia. 

" But you thought . " said the pigeon 

" NO .. NO ...now please don't tell me ....."Cynthia couldn't complete as the pigeon interrupted. 

" Yes ! my pretty girl.....Cynthia, I can read minds too. " said the pigeon smiling towards Cynthia. 

" Hey ... how do you know my name ?" asked Cynthia shocked. 

" Questions... Questions... Questions ... a lot of questions ... I know you have enough time to ask millions of questions running in your mind but I don't have time to answer them ...  I am dying... I have to do important work before I die otherwise my soul won't get peace ever ." said the pigeon 

" What ?? You are dying ...but .....but there's not even a single wound or any cut on your body .....are you hungry or thirsty ...???...or are you ill? ....tell me ...I'll help you ." said Cynthia with care for the pigeon in her eyes as she was an avid animal lover . She couldn't she didn't want to see any innocent animal or bird dying right in front of her.

"No neither am I ill nor hungry or thirsty ....am dying because I have to. No medicine in this world can cure me...I have to die ..... I have to die ." Said the pigeon,  his voice getting low and low with every single word he spoke.

"But ......." Cynthia tried to speak but the pigeon interrupted again

"Stop it, Cynthia ....stop asking me anything ...can you see the piece of paper tied with my feet....it's for you ....don't ignore whatever is written ....it's true ......it will save ....." said the pigeon and his breath stopped .....his eyes closed and his heart was no more beating.

Tears started falling from Cynthia's eyes. She was a delicate and delicate  girl,  an avid animal lover,  a pigeon departed his life right in front of her eyes and she couldn't do anything to save the innocent creature

She then consoled her and untied the piece of paper tied to the pigeon's feet Before reading it, she decided to bury the pigeon first. She picked the pigeon in her hands with love and muttered," Rest in peace ", It wasn't even a second that Cynthia said these words, the pigeon's body turned into ashes. 

'OH My ' she said with an unconscious mind. She couldn't acknowledge what just happened. Cynthia uses to have anomalous experiences since childhood but this was something blisteringly inconsistent from those future predicting dreams. She talked to a pigeon and was a pigeon. "How can he turn into ashes like this " she introspected. She was now lost in thoughts. The last words of the pigeon were still running in Cynthia's mind. She opened the paper the pigeon brought for her. There was something written on it. Cynthia started reading the words written on the yellowish dull paper. 

It said ; 

                  The curse is about to break, this will keep you safe from the moonlight

"Why am I supposed to be safe from moonlight " she wondered. As Cynthia completed reading the text the paper turned into a  blue satiny locket. Instantaneously, she heard the sound of someone's footsteps. She stood up promptly and placed the lock in her pocket. 

The footsteps were of no one else but Cynthia's sister Hecate's. She was coming towards Cynthia limping. Her leg was bleeding dreadfully. She had scratches on her face and arms and a piece of her sweatshirt was torn. Her shoes were covered with mud and it seemed like she came from the woods trying to escape from any kind of wild animal. 

" What are you doing here ?" clamoured Hecate. 

" Nnnnnn......Nothing...I was just ....just .... picking up my pen .....it fell ... it fell."  said Cynthia nervously 

" Okay ...fine why are you being so nervous, are you hiding something ?" asked Hecate

" No ..NO.No ..why would I .... and what happened to you You are bleeding atrociously" interrogated Cynthia trying to change the topic. Whatever just happened was still going on in Cynthia's mind but she had to act normal so she started talking to talk to Hecate the way she talks to her usually.

" Nothing I just met a small accident nothing to worry, I'll be fine, answered trying to hide her injured knee.

" It doesn't seem a SMALL ACCIDENT, it looks like you are coming from the woods. Were you being chased by any wild animal and while escaping you hurt yourself? I mean look at you you have scratches all over your body and your clothes are covered with dust ." said Cynthia politely. She seemed sympathetic towards Hecate. 

" Oh, girl! Why do you keep poking your nose everywhere? I said am fine and I don't need to tell you every single thing that happens with me ...just go do your work ." replied Hecate frustrated. 

" That was mean Hecate. Isn't it a common courtesy to ask someone if he is fine or not?  I      just wanted to help you because I care for you . " said Cynthia. 

" I don't need your help bloody jinx," said Hecate in an arrogant tone 

" What ... what did you call me," replied  Cynthia 

" Do you need hearing aids Cynthia ... I called you a jinx ... a bloody jinx," yelled Hecate. 

" Am not a jinx . " babbled Cynthia 

" You don't think so but you are you are the reason my aunt and uncle are dead today. They died saving you from that house fire, said Hecate. 

" I know they died saving me, but what's wrong with it am their daughter they just saved their daughter," argued Cynthia. 

" Huh .... their daughter or maybe just a responsibility," mumbled Hecate. 

"What do you mean Hecate ? " asked Cynthia confused. " Just a responsibility but they are my parents ." she thought. 

" I don't feel like answering you right now, just go and clean my room before I complain mom that you haven't done your work on time, said Hecate 

" I've already done that and now am leaving let me to to go, am getting late,  said Cynthia 

" Where are you going, I don't think you have any friends to hang out with. Oh wait let me guess are you hanging out with your lovingly street dogs and those smelly cats today," said Hecate giving Cynthia a weird and mean smile 

" Why do you love bullying me so much Can't you spare me just for one day However, for your kind information, I am going to school so let me leave ." 

" Wait ...Wait .... Wait ...Which school are you going to ? " queried Hecate 

" Oh come on Hecate you know very well we just have one high school in our town the school you passed out from," answered Cynthia. 

" But wasn't that closing after I girl was badly injured and the rumour spread that it was all done because of that spirit the Dan..... " said Hecate having a scared expression on her face but Cynthia interrupted. 

" Yeah that story of your ex- classmate’s spirit and all that foolish stuff declared a rumour by the authority and the girl ggoeseswas injured was high on drugs at that time and harmed herself as she was just out of her mindmamammatter best friend ... so nothing to worry about . the school is now completely safe. I know you don't know this as you were out of town for a week wandering somewhere I don't truly know ... it doesn't look like you are returning from your friend's home or might be your friend  lives in wood  " 

" So it isn't closing ? " asked Hecate ignoring everything else Cynthia said about her.

" Ummmm ... fortunately ....no," replied Cynthia ' 

"But why are you going there ." interrogated Hecate. 

" Why shouldn't I ? " answered back Cynthia 

" No I mean you got a a scholarship for that boarding school  and that was your freaking dream school I guess ..... why aren't you going there," asked Hecate

" All thanks to your charming and very well behaved parents. They don't want me to study in a school better than the one their daughter went to," replied Cynthia criticizingly 

Hecate gave no reaction. There was a worry visible on her face She looked scared after she realised that the school isn't closing. 

" Hey ! why do you look so worried .. are you worried that the spirit of that ..you know who would hurt me," asked Cynthia laughing at Hecate's facial expressions.

" Yes " slipped out from Hecate's mouth while she was lost in thoughts

" Oh my god! what a miracle, my sister started caring for me ! " said Cynthia 

" Shut up bloody jinx! I don't care for you at all, it was just a slip of tongue," replied Hecate still having a strange brood on her face 

" Never mind gotta go. BYE. See you later " said Cynthia 

" BYE " replied Hecate softly without passing any mean comment to Cynthia for the first time.

Cynthia left her home, Oops!  sorry actually  Mr. & Mrs Cyprus's home On the way to school she had tons of questions running in her mind, needed the answer to. " Who was that pigeon How could he talk? What does that letter mean What's special about this locket? And what did Cynthia say about my parents... was just a responsibility ?? " she kept thinking about all these.