Undesirable

A Morning

'The world is a lonely place!' said an invisible aura in the sky. 'This is an oblivion. And nobody can be its master, save the one who you fear. This is the age of the darkness. An era before the so called-order would be restored. No matter how many people join you. They will remain until your worth is not comparable even though it should not be....and then they will be rebellious. I cannot blame them, for they are just weak spiritually. And that will indeed be dark-doing...perhaps, it should not to because of the era, it just these Men are easy-read to be manipulated. Well, you cannot do anything when it comes to a mind that thinks...whether rationally or emotionally. Everyone wants something. And now that you have it for them, you will soon lose everything, Olamdiar if you keep exposing yourself out like a fool...'

The sky was gray and cloudy. The wind was soaring as Olamdiar's saffron robe was flying high on the mountaintop. But he had a cup of tea in his hand as he sat there watching the tidal waves and smiling.

'This is nostalgic,' said the god of the Ananta, sipping. 'Ginger, sugar, mint and milk! Perfect!'

'Are you listening to me, fool!' said a silhouette, flying over the sea of the last land. 'How long you think you will remain in this limitless! One day, somebody will take your place or ruin your legacy in thy name. Somebody of that dark domain...what if they are following you? What if they see you as a threat...'

The wind kept flying the gray hair of the old man back and forth. The little bushes, grass, and a couple of trees held the clouds in the gale, and underneath, Olamdiar enjoyed his drink, asking, 'Why do not you take this cup, my friend?' He carried the cup close to his face and looked at the sky turning azure as the ocean. 'Mind your drink, friend...it will mitigate your worries. And then you will able to see how great a teaspoon is when you stir everything to blend and get a luscious and revivifying morning sup. You cannot deny the fact it is so rich in flavor because I added everything enough...even my secret ingredient that you will know when you drink enough. So sit with me and enjoy the rise of the sun.'

When there was no strong wind and humongous waves of the ocean; when the world behind the opaque man was nothing but the Blue Heaven, the invisible being slipped beside the god and accepted the offer. 'There is no wonder who you are, Olamdiar!' As the morning star rose high, the sky became its aura. And since the moon had gone, it had become the blue horizon of the golden dawn. And they drank until the voice of Dhir appeared from behind, asking Olamdiar about his whereabouts for the last decade.

But Olamdiar held his dearest, blithe smile of satisfactory. He lay his hand down and looked to the moon that was vanishing beneath the bright star.

'Right before my answer, indeed,' said the aura of the Ananta. 'I think this is it!' The sky remained peaceful, the waves were soaring high and going back into the ocean, some of them were strong to pass over to the bay adjoining the Tӓru of Guna.

However, Dhir could only perceive the shadow of his master, and he fathomed the abnormality in the nature of the Ananta as the dark cloud were coming from the western world of the twin sisters, Maia, and far-flung the red sky was manifested, seemed to be caring thunder and storm, keeping the world silent.

'The muffle of the up-coming horror!' said Dhir, suddenly peeking here and there as cautiously, he climbed. 'Or...'

Since the entity was gone and Dhir was still finding his master, Olamdiar magically filled a cup where was drawn a sparrow between eagle eyes. It was rested on the table as nobody touched it before. And as he stood, he whispered, 'Maybe you are the only one who will understand me, my dear!' All of the sudden, the silence was gone, taking all the possible calamity, and he walked to the ridge, asking, 'Yes, this is it! But indeed a marvellous dawn of my world. This freshens me to the heart. And I cannot feel cold anymore for sake of thou who survive a decade without any guidance! I hope you will be the one to find them and take them ashore to make amend to our legacy! Very grand wish of...'

There was no uncertainty in the warmth of the nature, but too there prevailed a dark cloud. Though that was a beautiful morning mountain where a lost child met his father long ago, it was the same dawn when Olamdiar was robbed out of his life, and lastly heard by the Wise who must spare and share a couple of things in order to prove the legend: 'You are the chosen one...even though you choose yourself! You have always been since you exert a great force to endeavour...'

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