KalRatra (काळरात्र) A Night With Horrors

The heritage

Vishwaprit's vehicle reached city limits by morning. The chilling winds were injecting their bones. It wasn't dawn yet, so they couldn't see the mist which was slowly surrounding the city. Slowly, but gradually!

They reached the stay house after a couple of hours. The sun had risen from East, slicing the thick curtain of the mist entering from the west.

They got inside the house, and arranged their belongings as per requirement. They had brought all types of weapons available. They had no idea what kind of weapons they needed to bring the monsters down. Vishwaprit had brought his mother's box along, which he had found in the inventory.

He reopened the box and took the book which written in sanskrit. He could understand sanskrit a little bit because of his royal heritage. He opened the book and started reading it. Suddenly he heard Setupati's voice.

"What's that box?"

He looked at Setupati and hesitantly answered,
"It's.....ummm. Those are my mother's belongings. Father had kept it in the inventory after her death. I found it the other day."

"And why have you brought it here?" Setupati asked curiously.

"Setu, what do you know about my mother?" Vishwaprit asked him a counter question instead of answering.

"Your mother, means our late queen?"

"Hmm"

"Nothing, other than she wasn't from a royal family. But your family still accepted her without hesitation."

"Anything else?" Vishwaprit wanted something more.

"I had heard something from my father while with his friends that she was from some Sadhu's (sage man) daughter. Kind of pure form of God's power." Setupati tried to share whatever information he had.

"And how my father met her?"

"I don't any idea about it. But Bhishu can have that information. He was around your father when he got married. We can asm him." Setupati suggested.

"Let's go and ask him", Vishwaprit was eager to know about his mother. Somethings were bothering his mind and he wanted to clear his mind before getting into any fights.

"What's important about it? We're here because, the ancient enemy is going to wipe us all down from existence, and you're worried about your mother's family history. Why? What's it in your mind?" Setupati couldn't understand Vishwaprit.

"I need to know. I feel that she is very much connected to all this." Vishwaprit was troubled.

"She may be or may not be connected to all this, but she is gone now. We can talk about her later when everything will be settled." Setupati was getting angry now. He wanted Vishwaprit to understand the value of time. The enemy was on their doorstep.

"And what if this fight, our fate is decided by her identity? Why I feel that I need to know about her?"

"It's because you miss her."

"No. It's not about missing. I really think that we should know about her. Look at this box. There are a lot of things which unfamiliar to us. These books in strange language, what is all this? Was she some kind of witch? Or was she a sorcerer?" He tried to explain Setupati.

Setupati looked into the box. He also found the box's belongings strange.

"Fine, we will ask Bhishu if he knows anything." He agreed.

They grabbed few books from the box, which were written in unknown language and went to talk to Bhishu.

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