(Book 5) Hayden Mackay and The Pride of Haima-Endira

18. "Yes, I'm Leena!"

Part 2: The Expedition

Chapter 18: "Yes, I'm Leena!"

Killing is what she aimed to do.

Justice. Laws. My foot. They were only meant for the low-class thieves while the great ones run loose. Her loyalty and forbearance had a limit and she believed that the limit was reached. She no longer felt compelled to wait for the Panchayat's enactment, or for someone remarkable to arrive and protect her clan. She was her own person now. Her tampered soul wouldn't oblige to the ghoulish rules started by the king buried six feet under. The pledge to end the madness soared deep within her heart. She had promised herself to avenge terrible wrongs done to her and her beloved friends. This one person, the obsessive sleaze of a father, because of whom her friends had fallen apart, because of whom she had had a month full of terrible fate, deserved a harrowing experience of hell. Boy, this urge to see him cry in terrible pain, to see him choke and gasp for breath, to force him to lament the life he led...

Just one signal. One signal is all I need.

With Pruthvi being highly observant, she couldn't afford to play cat and mouse in Purvachand anymore. She was done waiting to encounter this person there. She was done depending on the sources she once considered foolproof. She didn't need to anymore. Her fever was mostly broken. The curse was finally lifting off. Doctor's take on his perspective insights on the unknown facts seemed to be proved right.

Thanks a million to her buddy Hayden- Yajna was absolute. Thanks to his efforts she could now exploit this close of the loophole. It was right there, the two-story hut at the end of the street overlooking the province. How well she could see it today, while others just the haze. She smiled feeling proud of this ability passed down to her. She touched her wrist adorned with the Moonstone stud bracelet and relished in its warmth. The shield, the curse that was meant to be broken with Shaytan's death, was indeed turning this ability as an additional power that came with her stone. Endira scores. In your pretty face, Haimavati!

Two months, she began chiding herself with vehemence for all the time wasted in making progress and then terribly failed to score a hit. For the past two months, she had actually been waiting for the fever to break, which was in her way to achieving the goal. Yet, instead of letting up, the struggle and battle with her health condition was worth it. She had satisfied her thirst for revenge by hiding in plain sight and being Pruthvi's second in command. She had kept him safe from getting trapped in this vile person's clever ploy of snatching his stone. Dropping his servants down dead with one shot had been a sleek practice session. Everyone knew Shashi's downfall shall begin with Pruthvi's first blow. And her sources had indicated the attacks on Pruthvi were only the repercussions of Shashi showing signs of being intimidated by her friend's alternative power.

Despite not being fully recovered from the illness, she had chanced to go on a hunt in the province where this vile person lived. Last night hadn't been fruitful, though. The one before that as well. She had attempted to enter the shimmering hut, waited for him the whole night. However, tonight there was this energy in the air, a hunch that she wasn't going to leave him unassailed and let him walk free on this Earth.

Just one signal...

There was a slight movement and her prayers were answered in the form of a grisly shadow emerging from the other side of the window. The curtains ruffled and that cynical swine came into the picture. Feeling exhilarated and alert, she looked closer to have the confirmation and of course, it was Jyran Kerenza. Yes, he was spending the night in his hut. She groaned slighting watching him stand behind the window for few moments adjusting his beaded chains. That stiff stance, that boastful persona... her eyes burned with the hatred she never knew she had in her. Too many people had suffered because of him, the abundance of anguish he instilled among those she loved. Tonight's feat must bring a scintilla of closure to it.