Prologue & Chapter 1 - Blast from Time

Prologue

I wander like a feather

In search of you,

The unknown cloud drenched my heart,

Love flooded in me every day.

I vanished into thin delight,

When I am pierced in your eyesight!

My tears would be tang,

If it is soaked in your love!

Devoid of the aim and occurrence,

My soul just shadowed you.

You traced me in my dreams,

Exuberantly I cheers.

You crammed my heart,

Half you reveal remain you conceal.

I recognized the origin of our love.

Without root, seed or rain,

My love orchid is full of blooms.

Even my shadow abandoned me

In darkness,

But, a heart comforts me

With its warmness!

I am lost in you,

Waiting...

To be found by you!

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Chapter 1 - Blast from time

The Past,

The cold full moon shines brightly to mark its territory. The black eagle circled the deep woods of Lebanon cedar and cawed to signal his master about finding the rightful wood.

The visceral sound of chainsaw against the old tree seems to pierce the eardrums and to drive our guts deeply into our bones. A tireless man in a black cloak ferociously chopped the big wood along with his pet bird, Eagle. The tall cedar tree was partially chopped and one single friction made to the tree, its fall.

His master approached the tall tree and hold the bark with his hands and placed his forehead on the bark. His pet bird, an Eagle, sat on his shoulder and placed its head on the tree-like its master did.

The black cloak master talked to the cedar tree in a broken shivered voice, “Let all the bitterness and wrath and anger and clamour and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.”

He pushed the tree with his full force to make it fall to the ground with a loud noise. The tree then loaded in his truck and tuned to get the frequency of his radio. The radio played his favourite music album, “And, that was only yesterday; but will I ever face tomorrow? She took away what I’d had, and returned it full of sorrow…” by the album named Spooky Tooth: That Was Only Yesterday.

He always node his head for the beats but now he couldn’t shake his head and the lyrics, “…returned it full of sorrow…” he wept over the lines gravely and he started the engine with full speed to his small factory.

He sliced the cedar tree into pieces with help of his chopping machine and after seven hours of shedding his sweat and energy, he prepared the coffin decorated with a minute carving of little turion buds and butterflies with extreme grief and agony in his chest.

He removed the fabric from the person long dead, placed the soulless body in the coffin and grieved over their death solemnly. He attached the chains and wheels to the coffin and dragged the coffin to his mind destined place. 

On his way to the heart of the building, he imagined that he was walking in the meadow holding the hands of the dead person. The fresh flowers of spring gave the sight of ecstasy. After reaching the destined place, he placed the coffin in the centre and he shouted to his full throat looking up the ceiling, “ESPERARÉ.”

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In the present day,

The door of the classy white elevator dinged to open; a suited man with folded white sleeves emerged from the elevator. He stuffed his right hand in his pocket while the left ringed hand was lightly stirring the glass filled with ice cubes and beer, to blend the ice cubes with beer. 

The entire living area was silent enough that could echo only his approaching boots sound. The warning boot sound alerted the workers around who came rushing towards the elevator entrance to greet their superior.

They formed a parallel line to allow him to pass through to his chamber. He proceeded past his line of servants and maids, all of whom welcomed him with great courtesy. The suited man sipped his iced drink from the glass in his left hand was decorated with rings on his forefinger and watch on his wrist and approached the largest spiral staircase in the main assembly area.

He was sipping his drink as he ascended the stairs, but he abruptly came to a halt as he approached a curve in the staircase. He stood next to the flash of light, his face overshadowed by the brightness of the light.

"The Winter is coming," he voiced his workers and grinned at the corners of his lips, "Let the gates be open to welcome our visitors."

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