𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

CHAPTER ➊➎ • The Legend of Masked Soldier • Part : 2

September 3, 1947
Lahore Province

8:15 P.M.

"Once upon a time... There lived a king. His raging eyes were commanding wherever he stood. He had the crown of the mightiest empire. He used to walk through the hall of fame... But slowly, his destined walls started crumbling on him... His beliefs were shattered..
It was the thread of hope of his people that kept him alive... But one fine day, that thread broke... That day he took out his sword and killed his own people... The ones he had promised to protect."

"Oh no... Humesha aisa kyu hota hai... Why my hero suffers everytime." Little Dia whined, as the Lorry geared up faster, covering the assigned distance is lesser time.
(Why this happens always)

The evacuation plan had three parts- Palankhet, wagha Border Base camp and Male Members of minorities. While the women and children were taken to Palankhet, the patients were decided to be taken to Wagha Border Medical camps and all the men of the group were supposed to work as barigates to the attackers. The execution was done as oer the decided blueprint, however there was a loophole. It was a codified mission without a leader. Their leader was faceless.

"It is destiny Dia bete, your hero is destined to take a different path." Nandani caressed little Dia in the dark Lorry.

"No... He becomes rebel... A murderer and not a king? You told this story is going to be about how justice prevails." Dia's attachment with the story of masked man made her vulnerable. Her little brain could not fathom her hero taking a dark route.

"He was never a king... He was always a rebel disguised as a king." Nandani replied as Dia clenched and held ' The Curse of Capistrano' 1919 edition close to her chest. Hugging the masked hero cover tightly. Her innocent eyes had a glimmer of hope that pierced through the dark fateful night, as they travelled in the Lorry to an unknown destination.

"So The king becomes the masked man... ?" Dia asked, for her the whole plot twist was cacophonic for her ears.

"Yes... If legends are to be believed, he lived a dual life. For his people." Nandani replied, making Dia more nervous. For some her Masked hero was a massiah , but for the rest, he was a traitor.

"So the Masked hero hid himself behind that mask...?" Dia asked.

"No... He wore the mask not to hide who he was, but to create who he believed he was.." Nandani replied staring in the dark.

People were scared. They were trembling with diminishing hope. No one knew the fate waiting for them. This Lorry of Lahore was going to be written in history as the catalyst of destruction. This was going to change the life of their then feudal lord... Forever.

"Koi khabar hai... Father Kuruvilla ne aisa faisla kyu liya. Hum kisse bhaag rahe hain.." one of the members of the church asked.
(Do you have any idea, why Father Kuruvilla took this decision. From whome are we running away)

"Suna hai... Kuch bada honewala hai.. sabhi mareezon ko ek achi jagah jane ka elaan kia gaya tha." Replied another male compounder.
(Something big is going to happen. It was decided, that all patients will be shifted to a safe place)

"Auraton aur bacho ka dhyaan rakhne ko kaha gaya hai..." Said Sister Martha.
(Women and children are to be taken care of)

"Why only woman and children..?" Nurse Thomas asked holding the unconscious pregnant patient.