The Mythical Mornings

Amrita

The wild horse ran as if it was dancing in wind. And on his back stood she. A child. In white. As the cape that covered her face moved,as if a trail of light,the horse ran wild,on the shore of the sea.

The roaring dark waves of sea enthralled her. Her eyes closed,she felt the wind. As it moved against her. She stood on the back of the horse.

Amrita looked at the forest. The wild forest where the thieves lived. And grinned.

It was time to hunt. The simple stick on her back,the gift of her teacher was getting exited.

As her teacher had told. Anything was a weapon,in the hand of a worthy warrior. Weapons can be carved of heavenly objects yet they are worthless until they are connected to the worthy warrior. And she had picked a piece of wood. And had started to dance. The dance of sword. Her teacher had told her. The stick was fragile. But not her heart. So her sword was strongest.

As the horse jumped inside the forest,dark with dense foliage. She felt the shift of air. Of course it was guarded by magic.

She calmed her horse down and soon her clothes changed. To red. And instead of a little girl,sat an adult lady,with beautiful jewellery adorned from head to toe. Her eyes,lined with kohl looked around in panic. The red of her lips was enough to tempt anyone. As she held the rein of the horse and the horse,now brown and small moved. She gathered the eyes..

"Hey little lady..Are you lost in the forest?"she heard a voice,old and ancient and smiled trying to cover up her nervousness..

"No..Not at all"she said as if she was covering it up..

"Donot worry. We are all good humans. Our village is nearby. We won't let you get lost"the old man said..

She hesitated but followed. Both walked a long way. She was tired and was about to faint.

"Old Mister..I am tired. Can we rest"she said..

He nodded and stopped. Amrita sat down. The old man took her horse away.

Soon she fell asleep. And woke up when she felt footsteps. Of course she was not asleep.

The crowd had gathered up. She could hear the voices. It was of greed,of lust and so on.

As she felt a hand creeping close,she woke up.

"Old Mister..Is this all your clansmen?"she asked, looking at the old man..

The old man smiled and nodded. Amrita smiled and got up. Soon in her place stood a little girl. In white. With her face covered.

The wooden stick in her hand moved. And the glares of sword light passed through the area. All the trees fell. And with it,fell countless heads. In her place was just a sword. Ancient,vibrating with light .

Soon,she stood,looking at the old man. He was actually her teacher. And it was a ground he had opened for her to train. Though the thieves were real people.

She had been trapped inside the maze for countless days. To cross the boundary between sword and human. Finally she was able to.

Though he was cold,she could feel it. He was not very satisfied. But he did not say a word. And walked ahead. She followed him. Quite. Again she had disappointed her teacher..