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Two assassins were set to kill a girl. No questions asked. Just kill her and claim their prize. That was their mission. Except one of them was not supposed to visit Volney, the land of the dead and the other fall in love with a girl and...
Hey! Long time, no see. I guess it is basically my fault. But guess what? I was working on a poem and yeah, I have added in this chapter. So it would be so marvellous if you guys read the poem instead of skipping it. Thank You! So please read the poem and say your thoughts! Also, the chapter names would be different because many people are finding it confusing as new characters are emerging and finding it difficult to relate. But still, the chapter's original name would be down below. For now, Enjoy...
A Day To Remember
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The first thing she saw was light. Oh! Yes, that was after the dark. She was falling into the empty void helplessly. Even though she knew she was falling, she felt content; she was at peace. It was an out of body experience. She felt light as a feather. It was as if her soul alone was being carried away. That was how she woke up from her endless sleep. Never experiencing a proper sleep in her life, today when she slept, she could not tell the difference between sleeping and dying. Both were sweet.
Why her twentieth birthday was so special? Last year during her birthday, it was mid-autumn, but now the birds have already started migrating. Still, that did not stop raising her spirits up.
That man in her house, she could feel he was hiding something. Like he was suppressing who he was; just for a second, she had picked his aura and what she felt stunned her. He had come only that morning, but Chavva treated him as if she knew him already. Amara shook her head. Chavva treated everybody like that. Not much of a difference.
"Here. Happy birthday, Amara," Zane wished her shyly, snapping her from her thoughts.
He had presented her with the flowers she loved the best. Kurinji was strung together on a silk thread. No one breathing in this world knows she loved it. Perhaps Chavva knew. That would explain why Zane gave it to her. Giving the boy a sweet smile from her heart, she adorned her head with those rare violet flowers. It was so rare that they bloom only once in twelve years. The last time she had seen them bloom, was when she was eight years. She had fallen in love with those flowers the second she laid her eyes on it.
She hugged the little boy. Why couldn't all kids be like Zane? She then let him go. He ran to the other kids.
She shook her head and headed where all the members of Rixihy were standing.
That was what she loved about this town. They celebrated everyone's birthday as their own. She just wished they would not choke her by hugging her.
The market square was clean. The usual shops have been closed and not a single vegetable or fruit stall was put up. It would have been absolutely deserted, if not for the people standing there. Colourful threads, woven in intricate patterns were hung from one lantern to the other. Pink chrysanthemums in bundles of three were held by each villager standing there. On top of the altar, in the square, something was covered by a white cloth. While the grey clouds gave an ominous feeling, the colourful gave her a sense of happiness.
