Chapter-3 Maya Lok

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Maya Lok

Her eyes fell upon the large glass window right in front of her, picturing the most beautiful scenery she had ever seen. In front of it was placed a desk, loaded with files to the left. There was a red glow in the center of it which Aisha assumed to be lights under a glass panel. She watched around, but nobody to be seen. She cleared her throat and called out,
"Anyone there?"

There was no alert so she stepped in the large room. Looking around curiously, she took a few steps forward when the door behind her closed. She gasped for a moment and then continued to fill the room into her eyes.

It was a large room, built of white marble. The walls had certain sculptures and inscriptions over them. There were many paintings of men and women on the walls, decorated differently. It had two staircases parallel from the centre leading upstairs. The upper storey looked more like a personal library and file storage area. There was a chandelier hung from the centre roof, a hollow dome, throwing its beautiful yellow all over the red-carpeted room. The room was much warm as compared to the atmosphere outside and there were visible patches of orange and red all around it.

Getting closer to the table, she noticed the centre glow was not because of lights but fire trapped in a glass panel. It wasn't any constant burning heat, it resembled fireflies, thousands of small fire balls hitting the surface around continuously.
She was amazed but then she got attracted to the curious showpiece on the table. Two swords with gold appearance crossed together with a glamorous crown placed on their heads. They weren't attached or in contact, all the things were hovering. It was a very little setup placed to the centre front of the table. She soon discovered it was an illusion, occurring from the lights thrown by the four little pieces of rocks placed on the table's front centre. She let out a deep breath to utter,

"This is so pretty! Wish I could ever see this pretty crown and swords in the true means."

Admiring it, her attention was caught by a large creature that flew across the window. It was different. She ran towards the large window, so big that it spread across the entire side of that room. Peeking out, she saw a large bird of vibrant colours hovering over a glittering river, so beautiful she could never imagine. In the slight glimmer of the happening day, she bird seemed to slowly turn white as the rising sun shared its light with the world. Tracing the path of the bird, on both its sides there was land and trees as it flew over the river. As far as she could see, her eyes caught the sight of a place, fire and lava exploding from the cracks and mountains. The trees, the direction of flow of water and the air were swinging in the same direction. Aisha was admiring it when she heard,
"So how do you feel here?"

It was a deep and calm voice of a mature lady. It was fluent and had a sweet tone. No matter how calming it appeared, an emptiness made its way across her heart hearing it. The same old sound to snatch away her happiness. Aisha looked back and her sight fell over an elegantly dressed lady. She looked old since she had a few wrinkles but the way he was dressed, her life seemed young. Her dress was red and yellow, colours mixing at the waistband. It was a long cape dress which she styled with a bun of her brown hair with a red streak of hair in front. Her red cheeks and eyes were squeezed together as she passed a pleasing smile. Instead of letting the rage to show up, Aisha dropped a smile and walked towards her.
"This place is really pretty. I mean, it's so different from there. Over here, everything is new to me. Even that bird flying out there."

The lady chuckled and then walked past her to sit on her chair. Indicating Aisha to take a seat in front of her when she said,
"That bird is called the Shwet Pakshi (White Bird). It is known to be one of the protectors of nature. It's the sacred symbol of the Pavan Mayavi. They can control the winds and sometimes the weather. Depends upon the strength one had acquired."

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