Beyond The Realms

Chapter 44

" It is not your fault "

Prince Ruslan's voice as he holds my sobbing self in his arms gently repeats itself in my ears .

Still a heavy and dark emotion is wrapped around me like a shroud . It doesn't dissipate the next morning , or the next .

I can't forget about Khsjc.

We had shared so many moments together .

I have gone to the library , tried loosing myself in books but it only reminded me of the time I and Khsjc had spend here.

I would be sitting at table reading stories or the kingdom's history and he would choose poetry .Always.

" Don't you get bored of it ?"
" Nope , it's a beautiful way of
expressing " He had said looking wistful
" I would like it if someday somebody writes a poem for me "

What sort of poem ? I find myself wondering now. Of him as a person - The brave soldier, or, of him as a demon - cruel and bloodthirsty.

It makes me wonder if all of it had been the demon ?
Was there ever the human beneath it talking to me ? Being my friend ?
These past few days I haven't even gone down to the stables to see Kuvvet .

But today I convince myself to do it.

Seeing him after all this , a mere three days to say but within them such vast and horrible changes have occurred I can't seem to stop the tears .

I have never been much of a crybaby but now the water works don't seem to want to stop .

I wrap my arms around him and weep telling him about everything that had happened . He looks at me solemn with those large beautiful dark eyes .

I don't know if he can understand me. He doesn't demand any apple from me that day just stands listening to my words and occasionally rubs his head against my face .But crying down in the stables in presence of Kuvvet for some reason makes me feel lighter inside.

Maybe because he is the only one who saw I and Khsjc's actual friendship .

Later that day I head towards my room and to my surprise find a piece of old parchment waiting on the table with single sentence written on it : Come to the library .

" I'm glad you came " The Aamir's voice greets me as soon as I enter.

I hold up the piece of parchment " Are you the one who wrote this to me? "

" I definitely am "

" How ?" I have never seen him step out of the mirror much less write .

" I have my ways " The Aamir replies mysterious as always.

" I have seen the way you have been in the last few days " He speaks " I think it is time to pass you the gift from your grandmother "

My curiosity is piqued as a second later he asks me to hold my hand out and move as close as I can to his mirror .

I do so and at the same time his wispy form holds up a small yellowish , shining glow that seems like ......fire

I hold my breath as the ember of flame rises from his hand and moves towards me .

It moves out of the mirror approaching closer to my open palm.

" Don't fear it " Aamir says seeing my frightened expression at the approaching ember " It will not harm you "