AISHA: The Cursed Name

Chapter -4 The Curse Come True

The Curse Come True

The headmistress walked forward in the centre of the golden platform and welcomed everyone with a graceful salute by joining her hands in front of her chest. Then, she started to address the gathering. The place held an extreme aura of holiness. The area being enchanted allowed her voice to echo around. She required no mic or magic to be audible to everyone. 

"Good morning, Your Royal Highness, Your Queens and the Minister. Our sun rising in the east today, enlightened our four pillars in the first place, then paved its way down to wake up our world. Today is that one auspicious day we look forward to every year when the Earth aligns itself with Maya Lok in such a way that the sun reaches the two worlds together. Today, the sun didn't rise in the north for us. This day, it's a very pleasant day we celebrate every year, allowing our young Mayavi children to discover that hidden ability within them before they can have their free control over it. I am grateful for your presence in blessing this sacred ceremony, just like every year. Thank you, thank you so much for this grace."

Saying this, she faced the new children, saying,
"Maya Lok, it's a beautiful world of people chosen by God to be better, the ones who make the world better. We are ahead of those humans because God had faith in us, and Magic had faith in us. We have this ability because we belong to the tribe, Magic created.
Years ago, our young ones lost the ability to express their magic. But we were born with this. It was always there. It was just a matter of time before the magic remained asleep. Till one turns twenty. But we, this entire world, are thankful to Maya Raj Aryan Kashyap, who ascended the throne at thirteen after his father, may they rest in peace, but then gave it up, under the supervision of his sister, to find his own magic. His strong belief that a king without power is a puppet of the ministers helped him successfully reach out to God and fix or bring some relief to the continued legacy. He meditated on this land, in front of the pillars under the guidance of his Guru, Pandit Kripachand Das, and on this very day, the gods and the Pillars granted him his powers, allowing children above fifteen to access magic within the barrier land. 
And today, you all are to discover what destiny has chosen for you, else you would have waited for years. Here, in this holy place, you'll learn your true self. In the name of all our ancestors and the ones who have left this behind, I would like you all to pray."

She fell quiet, stepping back, when a group of priests walked on the stage and formed a circle around the golden platform. Joining their hands, they uttered a few Mantras and lit up diyas in front of the four pillars, offering flowers and holy water there. Aisha had a lot of faith in God and prayer. She was praying from the bottom of her heart for a better life ahead. After the prayer, the headmistress came back to the stage. Her face had a calm glow and a broad grin.

"I would now invite our priest, I am glad to tell you that he has returned from the tour and is here to bless this holy ceremony."

An old man, wrapped in an unstitched garment of orange, walked onto the stage. He had a bald head with a crest and huge green eyes. He had a brown appearance and wrinkled skin.  Although he looked taller than anyone else and sturdy, his voice had a little shiver in it. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Om Namo Narayan! Good morning, everyone. I feel good returning. Although travelling Earth is such a relief, as the holy feet of Gods and Goddesses have touched it. The air out there is not as pure as it was, but the feeling of his existence makes the barren land yield goodness. Since it's a good time for a spiritual ceremony, I must not waste another second. Now, I announce the ceremony to start."

'So this man, he is the priest. Doesn't look so holy. I have a strong sentiment that he might have taken a getup, but he is not a priest by caste. He doesn't shower the brahmin vibe. The look in his eyes seems violent and is known to me. However, who am I to judge him by his looks? Duh! I'm considering nonsense.'