The Nameless Passage
The power lingers, unseen yet strong,
A force unknown, both silent and long.
The mystery that once drew them near,
Now stands alone, untouched by fear.
In the moment where truth collides,
Loud enough to feel, yet mute in tides,
A nameless figure walks the past,
Where blame was quiet, yet meant to last.
A passage fleeting, yet never gone,
A space so warm, yet frozen dawn.
None may know, yet all perceive,
A hush so deep, where echoes weave.
It glows, it shimmers in endless dark,
A whisper burning like an ember's spark.
Who understands the quiet plea?
Only the one at peace, set free.
-Raina
The guru dismissed the class, and when he saw the two figures watching from afar, he gave them a small, inviting smile. This smile was inviting, as if they were calling them over there. They took this as their chance and started moving towards the guru.
The guru, pleased by their presence, had eyes that glistened with an indefinable gleam. His origins and how he achieved such mastery remained unknown. Yet somewhere in the interior, beneath their heart they knew that whoever he was and however he reached here, he was meant to be here, to teach them and to guide them to the right path.
'Come, sit here' guru spoke, both of them unsure what to do yet moved to seats knowing what their heart's desire.
'Your silence speaks thousands of words, too many questions yet no one to answer and still both of you never lost hope. Remember, you both were meant to come here, for fate's game is always a mystery and that is how life works. You want your answers and I'd be more than pleased to give that to you; but this is not the right place for it. Follow me, I still need to let you meet some more gurus of the ashram.' And with that being said, the guru had smoothly cleared his intentions of not letting them go this soon. Needless to say that both of them were following the guru.
All of them entered a room. The room had an earthy smell, yet it was fresh, as if the best air quality was present at the core of the room. Soon, two people entered the room. If it was to describe them in a few words, then confidence, strength and skill would do perfect justice to them. One of them asked the head guru, 'Rishi Krathan, are they one of them? Their presence and emotions are too strong to not notice'
That is when Rishi Krathan replied, 'Yes they are' turning towards the duo, he introduced the two Rishis, Angad (the one who asked) and Devagya. Both Achyuta and Anahita greeted them in a symbol of respect as the Rishis returned them with the same.
They all quickly sat down at the round table, and someone placed a few pieces of paper in front of them. These papers were anything but ordinary. These contained that valuable information of their past, which even they were unknown to.
Soon enough, Guru Krathan started reciting the past happenings.
'As both of you must have heard that you were meant to be over here, but why is it so? Must be your question and it is valid till many extents the answer is simple, both of you are still tied to your past, a person can only be free from their past after they fight for their present and till now both of you co-existed with it and now is the time when you would start planning on cutting ties with it completely.
Anahita's mother, Manasa, was a beautiful and wise lady. She had always been a powerful sorceress and one of the best students in history. Everything was just as it was beautiful and enchanting. After she had mastered her skills, she travelled places to places in search of more. Her hunger for learning more was the best and the worst skill of hers that caused her to achieve great heights; everyone was pleased with her.
She met people and learned something which was forbidden to the students. As all of us know, magic has two parts: dark and then the one which we use. The practice of dark magic may let them become powerful or let them have whatever they crave for but it always comes with a price and the price which Manasa had to pay was different and uncommon, something which gives shivers down the spine directly into one's soul.
The vigorous training of letting one learn the dark magic and manipulation is hefty. Soon enough she learned soul manipulation, and mastered dark magic. Although before she started learning dark magic, fate had already played its twisted humour, and the name of this twisted humour is Vikrant. He was the keeper of the Elemental powers, the one who swore to protect it at all costs.
Their unique story defied expectations; despite never being intended to be together, they found each other. For the first time, they had met each other at a conference about magic and its miracle uses; they had a very brief talk. But then their meetings began to increase. Their respect and attraction for each other soon blossomed into something undeniably strong. And both were happy and content with it. But then started the great war, a war fought between two groups, one who wanted to gain the elemental powers for themselves and the one who wanted to protect it. Vikrant, being the leader, had to leave Manasa and fight the war, for it was against his principle to be a coward. They fought the war fiercely; thousands of soldiers died daily, but ultimately, the protector of the magic prevailed.
Vikrant and Manasa were never meant to be with each other, yet they did and hence paid for it. Fate had taken Vikrant far away from Manasa; the war made her lose everything. Once the man used to be the reason for her breath was the reason for her hollowness now. The grief of losing Vikrant made Manasa go crazy; she wanted him back by her side, and that was the exact moment when she started searching for someone who could teach her dark manipulations.
She found one and learned and excelled at it; she made sure to cage Vikrant's soul into a body. The body of a mortal who had done nothing but all the good in his life. After caging it they started living their life but as said, dark magic has its own price, but Manasa was already carrying the baby of Vikrant before the great war began and then when she had finally trapped his soul was the time when the baby was a few months old.
Soon Manasa had lost all her memories and with memories gone was her learnings of magic and gone was the soul of Vikrant. The location of the body trapping his soul remains unknown. A lot of people tried finding it but none of them were successful. They'd be dead as soon as they came closer to finding it, as if the body and the soul didn't want to be found.
Manasa, on the other hand, only knew that she had a baby; carrying the baby, she roamed around searching for her identity, and that is when she met a man who promised to give her shelter and food. Manasa soon agreed for it, not knowing his ulterior moves towards what it was. The man loved the baby deeply like his own and soon Manasa got married to him. But that is when the tragedy happened; Manasa died due to terminal illness. But her soul is still roaming around finding the depth and meaning, for that was one of her prices for caging Vikrant's soul.
And the man's hatred for the baby began, he spread the rumours stating that the mother of the baby died while giving birth and that is what he told the baby the reason for his extreme hatred towards the kid when the real reason is way too different.
On the other hand, Vikrant's soul felt restless from the moment Manasa had married that man, no matter what he was the father of that child and his protectiveness was valid, that is when he decided that he'd let one person find him, make it easy for that specific person to find him by giving some hints and that worked, that chosen person walked right into his trap, he the talked to her about the happenings, and also found out about the person's name who he chose, Adhiraa.
Soon, Adhiraa had sworn to him that she'd take care of his child with love and care and teach her many things. But she died a year after meeting his child, or, to put it another way, someone murdered her. How and why no one knows. Again his soul grew restless, that is when he decided to start improving his abilities and, in the very contrast, Manasa's soul adopted a new name and a new life for itself, Mounika meaning silence. Just like the name showed; she had become that depth of the silence which would haunt everyone with her hunger for power. That power which would make her invincible. But just like every problem has its solution, so did Mounika, her i.e. Manasa's child, would be the one who could put an end to it and free Vikrant's soul.
But to free his soul, the child needed to gain multiple knowledge, a task impossible to achieve alone. Adhiraa's child then arrives to help Manasa's child defeat Mounika, but first they must locate the body containing Vikrant's trapped soul. Mounika's soul is no sort of less than a monster which absorbs elemental powers to maintain its strength in a span of every 100 years.'
There was extreme silence in the room; no one knew what to speak. All the listeners were too stunned to even speak anything.