The Mythical Mornings

Rudra's wrath

"Where are we going Pravu.."asked the black bull. As a man sat atop of it. The bell made sound as it moved..

"Go straight. We will reach soon"said the man serious and closed his eyes..

Many saw him. Sitting on bull. He saw some coming out. So he kicked the bull to move faster.

The bull almost flew away with that kick. Than man sighed. What was that? Did he not just take some old friend's appearance. Why were they chasing him? Last time he was quite tired of that snake's chatter. So he choose a wild bull this time.

It was too wild. Was about to kill an old woman. So he just pulled it along and walked in.

Then he found out. His old friend was actually from this place. Ohh. It was bad..

And he heard. Soemthing happened to him..

As they walked the bull started to ask questions..

The one atop wondered. Why though? Did all the kids only have questions for him? When he was child,he had to answer questions. When old too questions. Even like this. All angry,still..
Sigh..

Let's answer..

"Lord. Why are we here?"the bull asked..

"Because I have some work here. "Said Rudra as he leaned onto it. It was quite a good ride. He wondered. If he should keep it for sometime. But then sighed. It had some work too.

"Now. Before you ask what work. I have to come to connect this world with rest"said Rudra..

If the bull could,it would have scratched his head like his little snakey..

But it nodded it's head then shook not understanding..

"Listen. There are countless Universes.. It's also one of them. Each Universe has countless worlds and life forms. But all this is a mess. It's like. They are being childish. Living life with child's innocence is good. But childishly wasting things is bad. Fighting, destroying everything. Running behind powers. And when things get dark,they just pour it out on some. In the end they self destruct. Beings cannot handle too much darkness. And they affect others too.."Rudra explained as he continued forward..

The bull could understand. He saw the land too.

Soon they reached the place where there was disturbance. But they saw a woman fighting. She had turned dark with rage.

The darkness was so intense that it could darken the Goddess of Creation.

Rudra sighed. He could not get involved in direct battle. But he could help her by taking the blows on her..

Countless places he travelled. But all had one problem. The darkness the original beings had,it was sentient. Almost always causing destruction.

They would continue the same. Unless and until someone stronger than them all put his foot down. Worlds after worlds. Clans,sects,beliefs,faiths.

But all that was left was darkness.