Water rush was just enough to animate the stilly body. By the time crickets had made their mind to chirp in unison.
Paroksha (the boy) somehow stood up hardly to find himself in a remotely dark site.
Canopy of darkness was quick to follow his upside glance.
He started finding his fellowmates at sixes and sevens. Trees were the only deponents he could've gotten the help from, if only they could speak.
With nothing to lose and everything to gain attitude, the lone wolf kept moving contrary to the direction of newly acquainted water's flow.
After a momentary time interval a bright spot halted the mile long jog of the boy.
The bright spot was nothing but the severely injured Sarisha's (the girl) anatomy laying on the edge of bank supported by the hefty tree structure, touch apart only to get washed away with the flowing water.
Jog transitioned into sprint in a whisker. After reaching to the spot, he poured some water on her unembellished face but to his disappointment, it was inadequate to change even the faintest expression on her face.
Did mortality have the last laugh?
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FantasíaThe Southerners had gold, the Northerners had fertile lands, the Westerners had nothing to rely on. In an attempt to solidify the Western expanse, the Master orders the imperative troop under the leadership of a gritty commander to march to the sout...
