Disclaimer: Do not own Hetalia. Story is completely mine, though.

Chapter 10

Práklon – Bel – Damn it

Natalya awoke with a start. She groaned, and rubbed her face, trying to recollect the last thing that happened to her. As she remembered, she groaned even louder.

Práklon.

She got up slowly, trying to not jostle her injured shoulder suddenly. She looked down, and grimaced at what she was wearing. A long shift shirt that came till her knees, and palazzo trousers; she growled. Things couldn't get any worse.

They were at the Shankha Mandira, or, the Temple of the Conch.

Nat looked around. They weren't in the main temple. She recognised the room as one she had used before, and realised that they were on the island off the coast of Ellyse. As she looked around, the events of before she'd fallen unconscious came to her, filling her in.

The large windows on the same side of the head of the bed were open, but the sheer curtains covering them changed the tint, so to speak, of the light streaming in. Nat could smell the sea riding on the breeze wafting in. The room was done in tones of bronze, rusts and olive greens – an odd combination which was surprisingly soothing for the eyes. The rooms in the temples affiliated to the Shankha Mandira were quite well furnished, with the best materials used – the best sheets, the best flooring, the best stones for the murals on the walls. Most of the things she saw in this room were luxuries in her own temple, even though it was the main temple.

Nat turned her attention to her injured shoulder. She didn't unintelligently flex it – she just let her consciousness slide over the injured area, and assessed the damage. She'd been in enough situations to know how bad an injury was just by assessing the way it throbbed, and the medicine that had been used on it. With a sigh, she slowly rose. The shoulder would give her a bad time for a while, but if she took care of it, it wouldn't hurt for the rest of her life.

Just as she rose, the door opened. A smile which most people never got to see tugged at her lips. "Shree."

The dusky skinned woman approached Nat with a playful smile on her face. "I see you're up."

"How long have I been out?"

"Not too long," Shree said. "A day, at most. Thankfully, you didn't get a fever. If you want to stay that way, stay in bed."

Nat looked at the lady she considered one of her closest friends. She'd grown out her thick black hair, and wore it in a braid twisted in a bun at the base of her head. Her brown eyes twinkled just as merrily as ever, and even though both of them wore the same kind of long shift dress that came till the knees and palazzo trousers, she carried it with an elegance Nat knew she would never have. Shree Sharma was gorgeous to look at, a beauty that belied her deadliness.

Nat stood, analysing Shree's face for so long that Shree just raised an eyebrow in response. "What?"

"Where's Raj?"

The look of curiosity mixed with slight aloofness gave way to sorrow. "He's not..."

"He's here, Shree. Where is he? And where are my companions?" Nat waited for Shree to reply, but something was holding the younger woman back. Slightly irritated, Nat said, "I remember everything, Shree. Raj came and he put everyone under arrest. I need to know where my companions are."

"They're imprisoned."

"Where?"

"Natalya, you can't go there"—

"Shree, neither of you have let me explain"—

"It was Om's order."

Nat was flabbergasted. "…Are you serious?"

"Om sensed the demon energy, so he sent Raj. Raj imprisoned all of them, and treated your wounds."

Nat was shocked, truly and deeply. Om was the supreme head of the Shankha Mandira – he was a spiritual genius. Most people within the main Shanka Mandira temple itself spent their entire life without catching a glimpse of his face. He rarely showed himself, letting his younger siblings, Raj and Shree, be present in his stead. The man's spiritual achievements were so great that the Heads of the eight Houses, who bowed to none other than their God and their teachers, chose to prostate in reverence before him. He was a great man, and one of the most powerful spiritual masters in the twelve Realms.

Nat had seen him a couple of times. 'Om' was just a title, not his actual name. Only very few knew of his actual name, and nobody divulged it – not because it was a great secret, but because from the time a child attained the age of seven and cleared a test given by the previous Om, he or she was addressed as Om. She'd spoken to him once, before he took on the post of the actual Om, and she'd found him to be a very grounded and reasonable person. She just hoped…

"I need to speak to Om, then."

Shree was so shocked she looked like she was going to swoon. "You want to speak to Om?"

"I need to speak to him, Shree. I'm sure he knows."

Om had the ability to sense a person's intentions towards him even before seeing them, sort of like a heightened sense of intuition. He couldn't read minds, per se, but what he could do came awfully close to it.

"I-I'm sure he does, but…Nat, you just don't ask for audience with Om like that!"

"It's urgent, Shree. I really don't have time to be waiting for someone to call on me. I need to speak to him."

Shree look so utterly confused Nat wanted to pat her on the back, but she sensed things weren't going to just wait for her to come around to doing them. The fact that she hadn't been able to install the idol…The idol!

"Shree! My bag!"

"Relax, it's here," Shree gestured next to her bed. Nat quickly bent down, and doubled over in pain over the gesture. Even as Shree called out behind her, Nat went through the bag.

The idol was there. Thank God.

"Natalya…what is that doing there?"

Nat gritted her teeth, and turned around. "Shree…take this to Om. If he doesn't grant me audience, I'll be there to take this back." When Shree hesitated, Nat growled, "Take it!"

Nat jerked the back into Shree's hand, who took it mutely, confusion writ large on her face. Without another word, she quickly walked out of the room.

Nat sat back, leaning against the frame of the bed, gasping through the pain, cursing mentally the entire time. Damn this pain. Damn this pain. She shut her eyes tightly and tilted her head back, letting the pain wash over her. Sweat rolled down her back, over her face. The thought that she needed to have her hair braided passed through her mind, and she decided to sit out the pain, and wait until Shree came back.

And come back she did, without the bag. As soon as she saw Nat's face, she ran across the room to Nat in an instant. She held something to Nat's mouth. "Open."

Nat feebly opened her mouth, and swallowed what Shree popped in with the glass of water that Shree held to her lips. She leaned back, and breathed slowly and shallowly. Shree sat next to her, holding her hand.

"Hey…Shree…"

"Yes."

"Braid my hair, please."

Shree got up, and got between Nat and the bed after coaxing Nat to move a little forward. She sat down, stretching her legs on either side of Nat. With deft fingers, she quickly braided Nat's hair, and left it as it was, since she knew that Nat didn't enjoy wearing it in a bun the way Shree did. She eased Nat back, until Nat leaned into her, and sat like that until she heard Nat's breath deepen.

"Feeling better?" she asked softly.

Nat nodded. "Dy."

"Om's requested to meet you. When you're feeling bet…ter…" Shree trailed off as she watch Nat spring to her feet. "That was quick." She accepted Nat's left hand, and let herself be pulled up. "Are you fine, really?"

"I will be," Nat said, and sniffed. "Let's go."

Her skin goosebumped as she walked into the room. His very presence had that effect on her. She forgot her pain, forgot everything else, and her entire being focussed on the large, magnetic, soothing presence before her. Nat did believe in God, but her non-belief towards those who could speak to God vanished after the first time she stood in Om's presence. If God had a human form, it would be Om.

He was seated on the floor, at the end of the long corridor. She'd been to this corridor a couple times before, as the student of the Deputy of the House of Wheel. Once every four years, the House Representatives with their students would meet here, which was the closest to four Houses, or at the main temple, which was far for everyone. Nat hadn't spoken to him, but had seen the way other Heads, all spiritual masters themselves, bowed before this…this being.

He didn't seem human to her. He was ethereal. He was divine.

He seemed to be meditating. As soon as she drew closer to him, he opened his eyes, and looked at here. A shock seemed to reverberate through her as the golden eyes gazed at her.

He smiled happily at her. "Natalya. Welcome."

Nat sat on her knees before him, and bowed to prostate, when he said, "It's alright. Your arm is injured." She rose, and saw him looking at her arm. "Could I see it, if you don't mind?"

Nat inched forward. His aura was awe-inspiring, and the pressure it put on those around was tremendous. She sat on her knees right in front of him, and braced herself for the pain as he reached for her injured shoulder.

"This might sting a little bit," he slowly said. His speech was slow and clear, and the tenure of it was soothing, like a balm. She felt him press an uninjured point on her shoulder, and grimaced – it felt like a needle prick – but the pain quickly went away. He let go of her arm, and turned back to her. "It still needs to heal. But since the muscles around the wound are relaxed, it will heal faster. Come, sit, sit."

Nat drew back, and sat down before him. She could see he had the idol next to him. "Duruni, I have to tell you about my companions."

He smiled at her. "Yes, where are they? I would like to see them." He looked up, at Shree. "Shree, where are they?"

Shree looked like she wanted the ground to spilt into two and swallow her up. "Raj…imprisoned them."

"Hmm." Om frowned. "I asked him to bring them here. I did know there were all in the same room, but imprisoned…that's a bit harsh."

"Duruni, I would like to talk to you before you see them."

Om turned to Nat, his face brightening up again. "Yes, yes, Natalya. How have you been? How is Katyusha?"

"Katyusha's fine. She's the same," Nat said, but before she could say further, Om brought the idol before her.

"I assume you have all nine idols?" he asked.

"Not right now. I have just this one, Duruni," Nat said, using the address of respect reserved for Om. "We had come to install the doll when we met with Shree and her men."

"Shree didn't recognise you?" Om asked, and both of them turned to Shree, who was still standing.

"How could I have? She wasn't wearing her coat, plus she's grown her hair and has gained quite a bit of weight. In a good way, in a good way," Shree quickly added in her attempt to placate Nat.

Nat just narrowed her eyes at Shree, and turned back to Om. "She didn't. She's a terrible friend."

Om nodded understandingly, and both of them ignored Shree's flabbergasted expression. "And this scuffle. But, I sensed the demon's presence. Shree said one of your friends turned into a demon."

"…Dy. That is what I wish to explain."

Om nodded. "Tell me, Natalya."

"It started from the time of the last meeting, when you spoke to the Deputies of three Houses about the disruption of order near Senchessy."

Om nodded. "Yes. The House of Grass, the House of Flame and the House of Wheel."

Nat nodded in response. "And all the three Deputies began trying to find out what was causing this disruption. They found it to be in the country of Fitzgerald, which was ruled under Alfred Fitzgerald Jones Sr., also known as Johnny Doe. And this man happened to be the source of the problem."

Om understood quickly. "So, this demon originally rested within this man?"

Nat nodded in agreement. "The Deputies decided to investigate until they were thoroughly sure. They sent the report to you, as well as all the other Houses. It was sometime after this report that…the Deputy of the House of Wheel was…killed." Nat didn't feel tears welling up in her eyes like she used to, but the pressure on her chest whenever she thought about it returned. With a deep breath, she continued. "Once I became Deputy, I decided to finish what was yet to be done. Johnny Doe hosted the demon whose presence was creating the disturbance you sensed. And it was a level 3 demon, we assume from the third or fourth Realm, which is why the disturbance can be felt. Unfortunately, I had to host the demon for a while, before finding out that Johnny Doe had imprinted the demon on one of his sons, Alfred Jones Jr. The demon told me that either it would remain in Alfred's body during the transfer, or Johnny Doe's mind would stay back."

"Why his mind?" Shree asked, puzzled.

"He must have formed the contract on his mind," Om quietly concluded. "That was another reason why the disturbance was palpable."

Nat nodded. "The mind stayed back. We cannot exorcise the demon in order to let to go back to its Realm until we have separated the mind and the demon. I returned to Senchessy, and Katyusha suggested that until we find out more about this demon, we should set up a standard barrier, to prevent any more demons from the other Realms to enter here."

Om closed his eyes, and meditated on the information Nat had given him for some time. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Shree. "Shree, please get Raj and Natalya's friends in here, please."

Shree nodded, and turned around.

"You are yet to answer my question, Natalya."

Nat turned from Shree's retreating figure to Om. "Your question, Duruni?"

"How are you?"

She chuckled, but it was a sound filled with sadness. "Duruni, you would know how I am." She sighed. "I'm tired. I'm confused. And I'm scared." Now she felt the tears coming on. With a watery smile, she looked at Om. "Not much of a difference from two years ago."

Om's gaze penetrated through her sorrow, dissipating it. "We stay true to our nature till the very end, yet somehow manage to grow in mysterious ways. That is the nature of a human being, Natalya. His death pains you still, Natalya."

"How could it not, Duruni?" Natalya choked. To her chagrin, tears rolled down her face. "How could it not?"

"It couldn't. And it still pains me, too. I do know one thing, Natalya. If he were to see us like this, he would surely laugh."

Nat chuckled as she wiped her tears. "He would."

"You are a strong being, Natalya. Life breeds in strength. And when life breeds for long enough, good things come your way. Things will explain themselves, my dear. Just have some patience with our Lord – He will reveal the way to us as and when we need it." Om grew silent for a while. "If you turn around and see, my dear, you shall realise He has already revealed yours."

"I couldn't have become a priestess if I had no faith in God, Duruni," Nat said, and sighed. "I just have to wait."

"Yes."

"I don't like waiting."

Om smiled. "I shall tell you a secret," he said playfully.

"Dy, Duruni."

"Neither do I. Which is why it's a good thing that they have arrived."

Nat stared at Om as he looked forward and smiled pleasantly. Was…Was God really like this? Nat knew people saw God as a mother, or a father, or a guardian. To Nat, God was neither – God was the singular constant in the world of change. But…could God also be a friend?

Om glanced towards her, and smiled knowingly, before turning back to the approaching group. "Welcome."

Well, she had her answer there.

She looked up, and saw Raj and Shree leading the way. Where Om was clean shaven, with not a single strand of hair on his entire head or face, Raj had a tuft of long hair at the back of his head, which was neatly braided. The side of his head, which was clean of hair, was tattooed with various inscriptions and insignias. Nat knew for a fact that the side of Shree's head, too, had similar tattoos, but she'd let her hair grow out, so it was hidden underneath her hair.

Where Om's aura was calm and soothing, Raj's aura was fierce and intimidating. He'd always been a very serious person, even as a child. Even though he wore the same knee-length shift shirt and trousers as Shree did, the loose clothes could do nothing to hide his fit and strong body, the body of a warrior. He walked nimbly, completely at ease in his own skin, and carried himself with the same grace as Shree did. His entire persona screamed 'warrior', and he was someone Nat had deep respect for.

Behind them walked Alfred, Mathew, Elizabeta and Gilbert, their eyes large with awe as they took everything in. As soon as they saw Natalya, they ran towards her, completely ignoring Raj or Shree. They sat down before her, and assaulted her with a barrage of questions. And that was when Nat realised it.

She missed these people. She missed all of them very much.

"I'm fine. My arm is fine – no, don't go to touch it. All of you, sit down – no, sit down. Gilbert, sit down. Alfred – Alfred…?"

Nat watched, dumbstruck, as Om rose, and stood before Alfred, the smile on his face fading in degrees.

"Natalya, who is he?" Eliza whispered. "Hey, Nat – say something!"

Nat couldn't. The amulet on her upper arm began growing tighter, slowly but surely. Alfred's face was impassive, set in stone, but the demon within him grew more and more anxious. And, in turn, so did Alfred.

Nat couldn't shake off the feeling of how, in that moment, Alfred looked just like his father. She rose to her feet, but found herself unable to move.

"Do you feel you can trust me, my dear?"

Nat jolted at the question, and turned to Om. "Of course, Duruni."

A shadow of his previous smile flashed across Om's face. He turned his concentration to Alfred. "Do you feel you can trust me…Alfred?"

Alfred looked at the man before him. The man was clean shaven, and wore saffron and red robes which were draped across his body. One shoulder was bare, and the other bore a large emblem, which was probably a pin or brooch which held the clothes over his other body together. His amber eyes were alive, blazing, a stark contrast to his peaceful and calm demeanour. But Alfred knew that there was something about this man that was making the demon within panic, something that this man had that nobody else had in the world.

"I need her here."

His mouth opened, but it wasn't his voice which emerged. Shocked, he listened to a thousand voices, merging and separating, say those words from inside his body. The man Natalya addressed as Duruni smiled, but it wasn't the kind, close-eyed smile from before.

"What is your name?"

"I need her here."

"Why?"

"I trust her more than I trust you."

Om closed his eyes. Before anyone could realise it, his arm darted upwards, and he pressed two fingers to Alfred's forehead.

A strangled roar filled the room, the scream of a thousand voices in pain. Natalya felt the amulet around her arm squeeze so tight that she lost all sensation in her arm, and gasped in pain. Heat flowed off both Om and Alfred's backs in waves, and Raj and Shree quickly moved away before the waves could engulf them. That heat turned to light, and the rest of them, their hands on their ears, watched as blue and orange flames bloomed behind Om and Alfred respectively.

Om suddenly let go, and the flames and the roar died out. Alfred crumpled to the ground, unconscious, the back of his shirt burnt to a crisp. Sweat ran down Om's face. He wiped his face with his hands, and removed the burnt robes covering his back and torso.

The amulet suddenly released its grip on Nat's arm, and Nat bit her lower lip to stop herself from groaning out in pain. Before she could get to Alfred, Matt was already there, holding onto his brother, trying to snap him back to consciousness.

"Alfred! Alfred!" Matt whispered urgently, tapping Alfred's cheek. "Alfred, wake up!"

"That is a powerful demon within him," Om said calmly, wiping off the last beads of sweat. "And the mind which has made the contract with the demon is equally strong," he continued, and walked towards Alfred.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Matt yelled out, his eyes blazing in rage.

Everyone stopped doing what they were, and looked at Matt. His face was red with rage, and his lips quivered and trembled with supressed fury.

"Do not come any closer to Alfred!" he yelled at Om. "You will hurt him the way you did before! Don't you dare touch him again!"

Natalya, gritting her teeth to keep back the pain, turned to Matt. "Matt, listen to me"—

"No!" he cried out. "I won't listen! We listened to you this entire time, Natalya! None of us signed up for this! My brother…my brother isn't an experiment for all of you to do what you want! He is…he is…" Matt choked on the tears closing in on his throat, and lowered his head, his hair falling over his glasses. "Just…all of you, please stay away. Please."

Nat watched with utter shock as Matt buried his head in Alfred's neck and broke down. His tears were silent, but his sorrow was deafening, as his entire body convulsed with anguish.

"…Oi, broski, my shirt's getting wet."

"…Shut up."

Alfred chuckled weakly as he ran his fingers through Matt's tangled curls. "I…I feel like I was run over…by a truck, y'know? Not in a painful way, but just…exhausted."

Matt raised his head, and sniffed. "Your shirt's burnt off, you know. The back part."

"And what, this is your way of putting it off?" Alfred whispered feebly, and chuckled along with Matt. "Don't cry, Mattie. Please, don't cry."

"You would, too, if the same thing happened to me," Matt sniffed, and wiped his eyes.

"Probably. And you'd say the same thing." Alfred raised his head, and knocked it softly against Matt's. "Idiot. I'm fine."

Matt sniffed. "Okay." He looked up, and turned to Nat. "I'm sorry."

Nat just shook her head dumbly, unable to say anything. She watched as Om squatted where he stood. "May I approach you, Mathew?"

Matt blushed a bright red, completely embarrassed. "Y…Yes."

Om rose, walked over, and squatted again at where Matt was holding Alfred in his lap. "I am very sorry, Mathew, Alfred. I shall explain everything to the best of my abilities. I would like to request you to have some patience with me. Will you oblige?"

"T-The demon dude's pretty angry with you, bro," Alfred said. "Never felt him be so pissed before.

Nat, Shree and Raj's mouths dropped at Alfred informal address to Om, but Om just smiled his pleasant smile. "Is that so? Well, please convey my apologies. I was just assessing whether the demon was hostile and malicious towards you."

"Is he?"

Om shook his head. "He seems to be quite fond of you. He shall never admit that, though. But whatever may be the case, he shall not willingly harm you." Om pressed his hand down on the top of Alfred's head, and Alfred felt his weariness vanish in an instant.

He sprung up, and looked at Om with amazement. "How did you do that?" he asked.

Om just continued to smile, and rose. He turned around, and resumed his seat. "Please, all of you, be seated."

On either side of Om, starting from the platform he sat on, two rows of narrow mats ran parallel to each other, with a cushion to sit on at regular intervals. Nat sat Gilbert and Eliza on the same row as hers, while Matt and Alfred sat on the opposite row. Raj sat on the same row as Nat, while Shree sat opposite him, both of them on the cushion right before Om.

"My name is Om. I serve as the position of Head Priest and Spiritual Master in the Shankha Mandira, or the Temple of the Conch. We are called that because our rituals and teachings begin and end with the blowing of the Conch, which is a special type of seashell," he said. "This is Raj Sharma, and she is Shree Sharma. Both of them are twins, and are my younger siblings. If you look at their arms, they have the symbol of a conch tattooed on their upper arm. That is our symbol.

"Raj and Shree are my right and my left arms. And as an ambidextrous person," he said, his eyes twinkling merrily, "I need both my arms equally. Elizabeta, would you like to ask me something?"

"…Umm, yes. Which House do you come under?" Eliza asked.

"We do not come under any House," Om said, and turned to Nat. "My dear, I believe you would like to explain."

"Dy, Duruni," she said, and turned to Eliza. "What almost all the Houses uniformly believe is that our origins come from the Temple of the Conch. Our eight disciplines are just subsets of the discipline that was originally laid down by the priests of this temple ages ago."

"So, basically, these guys are the main dudes and the rest of you follow what they do?" Alfred asked.

Nat looked at him. "Yes and no. We don't follow what they do. They practice a singular discipline. That one discipline was divided into eight parts based on context, and each sub-discipline was adopted into a House."

"We aren't considered a House," Shree said, and everyone turned to her. "There are certain rules and regulations which need to be followed in order to be called a House. We don't follow any of them."

"Nor do we dictate or interfere in the matters of other Houses," Raj added. "Our discipline is the original one, but each House is dictated by its own discipline. We do not consider ourselves superior or as the rulers of any of the Houses. We are separate entities from the Houses."

"That is about us as a temple, and how we differ from other Houses," Om concluded, and all eyes went on him. "Now, having made that clear, I would like to proceed to explain to you how all of you came to be seated before me, or the circumstances which brought all of us together today. But before I do so," he said, his smile fading, "I am very sorry for all the pain you have had to face. I am truly, very sorry." He proceeded to bow, and the action drew sharp reprimand from the Sharma twins as well as Natalya.

"Om, stop! You shouldn't bow to anyone, you know that!" Shree scolded him.

"Duruni, whatever you reasons may be, do not bow before us," Nat pleaded.

"Do you wish harm to befall them?" Raj asked quietly, and Om rose from his incomplete bow.

"No, I don't," Om said. "I'm not bowing before them as Om, but as a person who has done them harm by not being able to foresee this."

"You can't foresee everything," Shree said. "You aren't Aniyamma. And even she can't foresee everything."

"Who's what's-her-name?" Alfred whispered to Shree.

"She's…umm…you call her an oracle, in your language," Shree offered. "That's the best I can explain."

"Ah, it's cool," Alfred said, and sat back. He turned to Matt. "It's an oracle."

"Instead of worrying about the past, explain it to them so that they know what they have to do in the future," Raj advised, and Om nodded. "Yes. You are right, Raj. I shall explain to them."

Om closed his eyes for a while, meditating on all that had occurred over the past four years. He opened his eyes, and looked at all of them.

"Let us begin."

A/T: The belief is that if a person who is spiritually accomplished and at a much higher level than another person, then bowing before the second person will cause great harm to the second person, and ill-fortune and danger will befall the second person. That is why Nat, Shree and Raj prevent Om from bowing before them.

If you remember about the ninth room Alfred asked Natalya while they were at the sub temple of the House of Snow near Ellyse, that room is reserved for the priests from the Temple of Conch. In Sanksrit or Hindi, Shankha (Sh from shell, an from annoyed, kha...does not have an English reference I can think of) means Conch, and Mandira (Ma from mum, n from nun, di...also doesn't have an English reference I can think of, ra from Ra, the Egyptian God) means temple. So, basically, conch temple.

Trying to get people to pronounce words in Indian languages with reference to other languages is quite hard. The thing is, in all Indian languages I can think of (and there are a lot), pronunciation is very important. Unlike in English, which has 5 vowels and 19 consonants in its alphabet, languages like Hindi have 13 vowels and 33 consonants. This isn't a 'my-language-is-greater-than-yours' bragging segment, that is not the point I'm trying to make. A lot of emphasis is given for sound - almost every kind of sound has its own alphabet or symbol. So when you have a word, it is made from specific letters, together which give a specific sound.

For example, in Kannada, a South Indian language, there is a word 'haelu'. The difference in the way you pronounce the 'lu' sound gives two different meanings - one is talk, and another is the action of pooping, or poop itself. It's hilarious if you get the sound wrong, which is what usually happens.

On an added note, Sanksrit, one of the oldest languages in the world, has derivations for even the sounds that make up a word. If you have a word, even if it as short as 'atma' or 'avatar', each sound has its own derivation. The meaning of that particular word comes from the derivations of its individual syllables. It's a very fascinating language to study. No language can be learnt by looking at a dictionary, which is why people have a miserable time trying to learn Indian languages from dictionaries.

Language discourse complete! ^-^

I love studying languages - it's my favourite thing to do. I'm trying to learn Japanese, so I bought a book, and I failed miserably. Now, I'm going on YouTube, and looking at the tutorial videos of JapanSocietyNYC. Those guys are really good, I think, at least for beginners like me. And the alphabet derivation is also present in languages like Japanese and Chinese, and all other languages I don't know, as well. It's a study in itself if you wish to make it.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. See you next chapter!

Love,

R. K. Iris.