Hello everyone! Since I promised that I would return with a sequel of "Where there is light, there is shadow.", I've returned. Here is the first chapter of the sequel.
The sequel will deal with the life of the alive persons after that masscre. It will also represent different real, virtual, spiritual, material and supernatural aspects of life. Most of them can't be believed easily, but it's a story, isn't it? So, don't try to relate the incidents with real life. :D
I also promise that its ending won't be sad. :P
Enjoy! :D
I'll return, by the edge of the mighty Pacific,
On this planet, perhaps being its wave which is terrific,
Perhaps, in the forms of kites or martins,
Perhaps, a beauty's gown's georgette or satins,
Maybe, being the sand particles of her beach,
Maybe, being a hero's last screech…..
Eight years passed since that rainy season had come and washed away all the happiness and pleasures from their lives. After that, eight rainy seasons had arrived at their doorway. They had turned their faces from the roaring of clouds and waves of fulguration. When the rains had ignored them, waking up at midnights, they had peeped through their opened windows. Seeing the queen of all seasons dancing rhythmically not caring at anything or anyone, they had used to heave blue sighs.
Yet, that couldn't have ended their pains and miseries. After the death of the leader, that notorious gang had slept but not died. Often, here and there, tiny or medium-leveled attacks had taken place. Although their torments hadn't been so grave, people had wondered why their tortures hadn't been diminished at the stage of zero together with their roots.
Today, the alive were going to the graveyard for paying a monthly tribute to the martyrs. They weren't alone. Rather, they were accompanied with three little angels who showered only delight and rapture in their lives by entering their families.
They all wore black cloths which represented their utmost grief. They also wanted their kids to dress up in black but those little angels refused to wear black. Reason?
"I've read in my story books that black is the color of all bad things like tears, fear, grief, anger and demons," The toddler having fire-colored hair retorted, "So, why should I wear this black coat?"
His mother screwed her eyebrows but gave a smile. Her son was gradually being intelligent day by day. Although he was only eight years old, his thoughts, feelings, words and actions could defeat an adult sometimes.
"Ivan," She patted his head, "It's okay. If you don't want to wear black, you don't have to. Just make sure that your cloths shouldn't get dirty. Okay?"
"Hn." Nodding, the little boy got down from the car. He glanced over the troposphere once. Graves were neat and clean with having bunches of flowers on top of them. The ground of the yard was covered with green velvety grass. There were a few trees giving shade to the guests and visitors in sunny days along with protecting them from the flash rains. In spring, they got filled with colorful petite florets. Different small birds used to sing the songs of mourning for the dead people sitting on the branches of those trees. The smell of rain-drenched earth tickled his nostrils. Closing his lime-colored eyes, he inhaled in the fresh air. Entering the churchyard, he approached a tree. Sitting underneath it, he placed his right ankle on his left thigh along with positioning his left ankle on his right knee. Concealing his jade orbs, he took another sharp inhalation and wafted to the world of meditation.
'Typical Ivan,' His mother gave a smile at her child's behavior, 'Loves to get immersed in his own universe.'
"Merry! Don't pluck the flowers!"
Soon, the happy couple had to stare at another couple. The royal-blue haired girl was tending to chide her daughter who was plucking flowers from the grass.
A few steps far from them, a little girl having golden-colored hair was smiling a mischievous smile. Gathering all the tiny flowers in her tiny palms, she headed towards her parents.
"Mom, have you called me?" Making innocent eyes, she asked as if she had known nothing.
Heaving a sigh, Mariam spoke in a manner of requesting, "Merry, why were you plucking flowers? Don't you know that plucking flowers is bad? Flowers are the children of trees. If someone took you from me, how would you feel?"
"Mom, will I be with you throughout our whole life?" The daughter innocently asked, "Won't I need to leave you or you need to leave me?"
Having heard the question, a sudden arctic storm passed through the spine of the royal-blue haired lady. Gasping, she controlled herself at the very next moment. Stuttering, she replied, "No….I mean….why will we be separated? You're my child and I'm your mother…..where will you go by leaving me? Where will I go by leaving you by the way? Won't you feel sad?"
"Yes, I'll," Darkness attacked the angelic face of the girl but couldn't cover it for a long time. Wearing a bright smile, she spoke, "Let me go there for a while!"
Without giving her parents a chance to speak anymore, she rushed towards the tree under which one of her best friends was meditating. Winking, she sprinkled all the flowers on him that she had gathered.
Julia, Tala, Max and Mariam couldn't help laughing at that sight. Not being annoyed, the little boy smiled a bit and gently pleaded, "Merry, please let me meditate."
"Uh…what do you get by meditating, Ivan?" Pouting, Merry sat by him, "Come on, let's play together!"
Opening his eyes, Ivan looked at Merry. Her fresh leaf-colored eyes were sparkling like tobacco leaves soaked in the first rain of this monsoon. Gazing at her orbs, he couldn't reject her proposal. Nodding, he stood up.
"Yay!" Merry cheered, "I knew that you would listen to me. Now, catch me! Hahaha!"
Her laughter was like the reverberation of splashing water. She started running and he started chasing her.
"Quite good friends they are, aren't they?" Mariam asked her husband who was enjoying the antics of the children.
"Why not?" The blond-haired man retorted, slightly smirking, "This boy never let our girl understand that she's….."
Failing to complete, he sighed. Who knew that bad luck wouldn't leave them easily?
Flashback:
"I've to go there, Max," The pregnant lady with a huge belly insisted, "Please, don't forbid me!"
She was panting. Sweat covered her whole body. She was barely able to move. Her blood pressure was getting high. She seemed tired.
"No, Mari!" Her husband gently grasped her shoulders, "Why aren't you understanding that you're pregnant with an eight-monthed fetus? How will you go there in this condition? This can be dangerous for both of you."
"Don't worry about me, Max." She kept her hands on his shoulders, "I won't forget to wear my Kevlar vest and helmet. Besides, I'll go there by my jeep. We'll be alright."
Sighing, Max gave up, "Okay, if you want to go, I won't enforce you. But please…..let me accompany you."
Smiling, Mariam nodded.
Flash forward:
Two droplets of tears rolled down on the cheeks of the royal-blue haired lady. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she sniffed, "I'm sorry, Max. Only I am responsible for this condition of our daughter. Please, forgive me."
Letting out a weak smile, Max wrapped her right shoulder.
Flashback:
The lights of the operation theatre were turned off as the sound of a child's cry could be heard. Being excited and worried at the same time, Max approached the surgeon since he came out of the room.
"Doc," Almost clutching his hands, the father worriedly interrogated, "How's Mariam now? Is she alright? Has our baby been born? How's she by the way?"
"Relax, Mr. Tate," The doctor coolly answered, "Your wife is out of danger. It's all been happened only for your baby."
"My baby?" The blonde-haired man raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean, doctor?"
"Look," The doctor put off his spectacles and started wiping it, "Your baby wasn't at her usual position that a baby remains in before being born. If she had been in her normal position, your wife couldn't have survived. The baby has saved her own mother from being hurt by the bullet which was apt to damage her primary arteries. Her kevlar vest was damaged from previous. It couldn't protect your wife but your child has been successful to do that."
"You mean….." Max gulped, "My baby has protected her own mother. But….is she alright? Didn't she get hurt by this?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Tate," The physician affirmed, "Your baby is alright now. She has no risk of life. But….."
"But what?" The hyperactive man couldn't resist himself, "What the hell happened with my daughter?"
"I'm sorry to say," Sighing, the doctor replied, "One of the eyes of your daughter has been disable."
"What?"
The new father felt as though the ground hadn't been present underneath his feet. His throat was drying like the sands of the desert of Sahara. Somehow, holding the handle of a steel chair, he controlled himself.
"The bullet passed through Mrs. Tate's abdomen, almost clinging to the right eye of the baby," The surgeon stated, "She could lose her life. It's a miracle that your newborn daughter is still alive. So, don't be sad. Be thankful to the Almighty."
But those words weren't entering the ears of the blond-haired American. The tympanic membranes of him were closed. They weren't letting any wave of sound pass through them.
Waterworks filled his eyes.
Flash forward:
"It's I who should have apologized to you, Mari," Max cupped her cheeks, "I accompanied you so that I could protect both you and our baby. But alas! I failed to do that. Neither I could be a perfect husband, nor could I be a perfect father."
"Shush!" Mariam kept her index finger on his lips, "Don't say that! Still you're an ideal husband along with being an ideal father. Merry loves you a lot. You love her, you take care of her and you help her in studies and other chores. How can you claim that you aren't very good as a father?"
"I live for only you and our child, Mariam," Max smiled, "Otherwise, I really have no wish for living."
"Shut up and enjoy the antics of our kids, okay?" Mariam pinched the cheeks of her husband.
The restless girl was running as fast as she could. Suddenly, she had to stop as somebody landed before her from something high.
"Ouch!" She gasped, being surprised all of a sudden.
"Hahaha…" The frightener seemed amused. Holding a devilish smile in the corners of his lips, he winked, "You're scared, aren't you, Merry?"
"I'm not," The blonde disagreed, yet filling her eyes with concern, "But how many times do I have to tell you not to jump from such a height? What if you would get hurt?"
"He wouldn't, Merry," The redhead approached the naughty boy having orange-colored hair and kept a hand on his shoulder, "Luce is very strong and careful. He can never hurt himself. Am I right, Luce?"
In excitement, the boy named Luce nodded.
"Children!" Mariam, Max, Julia and Tala could hear a familiar womanly tone, "Don't run here and there. Sit at a certain place and gossip. This is a graveyard. You shouldn't be naughty here."
"Okay, Mom!" Luce leaped. Looking at his friends, he proposed, "Let's go, everyone!"
"Emily!" Julia and Mariam rushed towards the orangette and hugged her. Giving a light hug to them in return, Emily smiled, "How're you, ladies?"
"We're fine," The Spaniard winked, "But what happened to your face? Going to deliver another baby, aren't you?"
"Hey!" Emily pouted, "Not like that! Actually…I become tired for all the days...for Luce."
"Oh, I see!" The American approached, "Looks like this little boy makes you active and superhit, doesn't he?"
"Let him be, Maxie," The orange-haired girl sighed, "This boy is really very naughty and over-courageous! He experiments with fire, he climbs high trees of our garden and jumps in the swimming pool from their branches and what not? My hairs are being white because of him. I'm getting old, guys."
"As you've become a mother, you've to tolerate these things," Julia smirked, "But mine is very obedient and gentle. He doesn't do anything which hurts his parents and favorite persons. But…"
"But what?"
"But I think he's not very social," The mother sighed, "He talks and plays with Merry and Luce but tends to avoid all other children of his age group."
"However, Ivan is very kind," Max tried to argue, "That day, I saw him feeding a cat and giving the coins to a beggar. Also, he loves to stay in the touch of nature."
"That's true," His wife interrupted, "Ours is also very gentle. In fact, she takes care of us sometimes. She waters the plants of our garden, she keeps her room and everything clean. She's also fond of reading books, singing and dancing."
"Your daughter is excelled in everything, Mari!" Emily showed the flashing of her bright teeth, "I wish my son could be like Merry."
"Hey, don't be sad, Emily!" Tala consoled the orangette, "Our children have different qualities. Most of the kids in Luce's age group aren't brave. Your kid has this extraordinary quality. You should be proud of him, Emily."
Before Emily could answer, it had started raining in an unexpected way. Screaming, she alerted, "Children, it's raining! Let's go inside!"
"Okay!" Hearing her, all the children hurriedly entered the building's balcony with their parents.
It was raining cats and dogs. North, South, East and West were being gushed with the flood sent from the deities of clouds. The atmosphere was quite dark. The hazes were howling and clashing against each other, producing rays of lightning. Amidst all those things, a faint figure of a little girl could be seen. Gradually, it became clear. Wearing a purple-colored frock, she was approaching the tombstones. Stormy wind was failing to stop her. Feeling cold, she was badly trembling but didn't stop walking. Her coral-colored hair was blowing in the air. Gritting her teeth, she approached one of the graves. Placing the flowers on it that she had gathered in her tiny palms, she sat by it. Joining her hands, she began to pray. She didn't know who was lying further down that grave. But when she had come here, she had prayed a lot for the owner of that crypt. In the same way, she was drifted to her immense prayer. She was crying although it couldn't be understood as her tears were trickling down getting mixed with the water of rain.
"What are you all doing?" Getting agitated, the orange-haired boy inquired everyone, "A girl is drenching in this rain and you aren't going to fetch her! Let me go there!"
"Wait Luce….." Emily tried to stop him but it was too late. The hasty boy had already left the balcony. Running in a swift pace, he reached the girl. Keeping a hand on her shoulder, he screamed, "It's raining, can't you notice? You're getting drenched! Let's go inside!"
Revealing the beauty of her magenta-colored eyes, she gazed at the face of Luce. Seeing her face, Luce gasped. He was a kid but he could feel that something unusual was happening with him inside his heart. The stranger girl also couldn't remove her eyes from him. They kept watching each other as the droplets of fresh heavenly liquid kept tapping the surface of mother earth. They drifted to a scene in black and white where a scarlet-haired girl was hugging a raven-haired neko-jin although they couldn't see the colors and shades.
It was raining even in that scene.
"Luce!" Merry yelled, "You both are getting wet. Please, come inside!"
Hearing Merry screaming, Luce backed to the reality. Holding the wrist of the girl, he pleaded, "Come with me, please. Otherwise, you'll fall ill."
Nodding gently, she stood up. They both rushed at the balcony of the ground level of the building. Reaching there, Luce heaved a sigh.
"Thank God!" He huffed. Staring at the girl and wrinkling his eyebrows, he pouted, "Are you mad? Didn't you feel that it was raining?"
"No," She lowered her head, "I was praying for the dead people."
"Don't chide her, Luce!" The flaxen-haired girl approached the stranger and held her shoulders, "She's a good girl. But you've to take care of yourself also, don't you?"
"Yes, I know….." In a quiet tone, she consented.
"By the way," Mariam asked her as she couldn't keep her curiosity hidden, "What's your name, girl?"
Raising her eyes, the coral-haired girl smiled a sweet smile. Then, she revealed her primary identity.
"My name is….Ombra."
So...who are the kids? Specially, who is Ombra? Here I come with some hints:
Ombra: Shadow.
Luce: Light.
Merry: Pleasure.
Ivan: Soldier.
So...don't forget to read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors. :D
Are you liking it? Should I keep it or delete it? ;P
-Misty :*