All Chapters of TRIAL-END OF AN ERA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

A strong wind from the unknown land waved her hair and dress. It had a strong smell that overwhelmed her months ago. It was jasmine. But in this land, it was different. It had a faint smell of blood blended in. She followed the horse neigh and moved forward. The smell of blood thickened. The path was wet and had big oak and nutmeg trees in its way. The path seemed to be habituated but now it's deserted. She couldn't infer her appearance in that strange place nor about others who left her here. The place seemed to be a maze for her with no intervening paths and the horses seemed to be her only clue. As she progressed, she could feel a sense of nostalgia whose origin she was unaware of. The number of horses seemed to be increasing and she felt the presence of a mob. She rushed in that direction but the destination seemed to be endless. She was slowly draining her energy as well as her optimism. Amanya dimly starts to accept the harsh reality before her; she is lost. Lost in an unknown w

The cart passed the gates of Amaian court. Their arrival was celebrated by the skies. Dark clouds filled the sky hiding the last rays of light. It was not a pleasant welcome as if Yama was welcomed by hell.The iron doors of the palace opened before them with a bang. She stood behind him and before them was a big battalion of imperial soldiers welcoming their crowned prince. The army doesn't seem to be that warm as Hiranga, she thought. As the guard of honor was over, Ashok stayed and other comrades left per their instruction. Yuvan and Abhik with Charan went to greet his majesty before introducing her."This land will suffer... I swear, I won't let you live in peace..." The words from the plays resonated in her ears. Standing in the giant steps to the palace, she couldn't help but to think of the history of goddess and Amai. It felt strange though as for the past one year, all around her revolved about the myths of goddesses and her curse."How is Amai?""Lord, you have a big obstacl

The day was more politically exhausting. All her three acquaintances were busy with the state affairs; but it was more about convincing the state of an abrupt marriage. The whole Amai wanted to know her, her sudden appearance, identity of Hirangan, reasons of their marriage; all fueled people's curiosity and this folk started from the high ranking ministers to the slaves of jail. But no one dared to set their foot in the white pearl mansion. She had a silent day. All the evening she rested in her new favorite spot, the garden built exclusively for her. She ordered the maids not to step in the garden. From a single day, she could deduce her whole life in Amai. It's not going to be easy. Winning a war needs strategies but here in Amai, more than enemies she should beware of her friends. From the eyes of the serpent queen, she could glean, she had many spies planted with her ready to betray her. Mekala is going to be a tough opponent. Handling anger is easy but to prepare for hatred it's

The maids were dressing her for the festival and it seemed to be a very big one with such decoration and preparations. They dressed her in a studding red gown. It was as red as a fresh rose. Her hair was dressed with a veil attached. It had stunning jewels fitted on. The room was full of giggles. As she was almost ready, she heard some footsteps heading towards her amidst the fits. It was exactly 11 persons towards her and most probably women, Amanya calculated from their steps. People around her were suddenly silent and moved apart. A fine lady walked into the room. She had a golden tray in her hand with a few more maids accompanying her. The tray was covered with red silk. The maids bowed before her, addressing her as princess. Amanya looked at her, the only princess of Amai."So you are the beautiful lady who made my grim brother gooey. I am Atri, your new sister." She is as sweet as the reports say, Amanya thought.Atri removed the silk from the tray and it had a crown. It was as

They stood before an old mansion. It was a big one evident even with the ruins of time. The moon and stars were their torch. He held her hands, and gestured. She walked with him step by step; a mansion which was even hidden from the eyes of cobras where its each corner had a stench of mystery she followed him with credence. In the dark lane, he walked with conviction as if this was his residence. He paused before a door and looked at her. He pushed the rusted door. It opened with a huge crack sound. She stood staggered. A big trellis, vined with jasmine in its full bloom inside a ruined uninhabited mansion. Yuvan took her on shoulder and passed the trellis to a pergola. The lawn was as fresh as a well maintained one. The pergola was full of green vines. He laid her in the shades of pergola. "When I was young, I came to this place by mistake. Later, when father found me here, he locked this place and stationed guards here." "Why??" "No idea. Someone said that this mansion belonged to