Chronicles Of Taranaya

"Ahhh"

"It hurts so much"

There was a painful loud roar heard and sound was reverberating in the whole room. The room was filled with complete darkness not a single candle in sight and it seemed like a cave for someone to hide and a place to dissociate yourself from the world.

"I....I want to kill you" There in complete darkness of a silent cloudy night with heavy winds only painful screams like someone was burning alive and this sentence was heard. If someone was to step in that room they would instantly be creeped out and want to run.

This continuous act goes on for four hours and finally a young man stands up straight like a demon possessing him for a second and stairs at the sky which was now stary and in contrast to heavy darkness before.

"I am sorry its because of how I am....how weak I am.....I couldn't protect you...BUT" Now he was standing there with chilly calm and relax prior to his mood before "I will take your revenge and find out the truth about this whole bullshit, I know you can't rest in peace till then.....sister.

At that moment a particular star shone brighter than others and a creepy, psychotic smile crept on the face of the young man which was shining brightly in the blood red moonlight.

"Leor" A shout in a feminine and warm voice filled with worry and care could be heard from a distance.

"huh" The previously cold face could now only be described as shocked, extremely anxious and confused. Some tears were also falling from the eyes of this young man called Leor.

'Is she an imposter? Is someone also coming after me now? I just saw her die such a gruesome death? What the hell is going on? Countless thoughts passed through his mind in less than a second.

Then a light of hope came in, 'Maybe that was all a nightmare, maybe that never happened, maybe she is fine.'

"coming wait a second Clara"

"But I can't let her see me in this condition she will be worried for nothing" and then he cleaned tear stains from his bedsheet and clothes and also spat some water on his face, with dishevelled clothes he rushed to open the door for his sister who was now extremely worried that he didn't open the door.

He was now in front of a young lady of 23 with a face that could be said to be beautiful but now was somewhat pale with light brownish eye and her black long hair with golden brownish shade were tied in a knot with wearing soft greyish white linen dress which I am seeing her wear this same dress for months.

"sorry sorry I was just having a nightmare." He said but his eyes were showing relief and warmth which was opposite of his rebellious personality. In truth he wanted to rush to her, embrace her tightly and wanted to feel her warmth after touching that cold corpse but that contrast would immediately cause her somewhat smart and observant sister to worry.

"What's going on, tell me honestly Leo, you never act like this, Are you alright, you know you can share anything with me, I am always here for you" she said while gently patting his head and ruffling his hair.

That was too much for him to handle so he just rushed inside to hide his tears and sadness which has now turned into happiness.

"Thanks" Clara heard a muffled sound from inside the room and she started smiling.

''No problem" and she left to give him some time alone and get ready to pester him about this whole ordeal in the morning.

Now Leor was laying in the bed but his brain didn't have any intention of sleeping. "Why did I have such a nightmare?" the only question repeating in his mind over and over again.

He was slowly drifting to sleep when suddenly he heard a shout "STOP".

He stood up fully on guard wondering whose voice it was.

"where are you?...who are you?" he was asking like this because it felt like a voice was coming beside him. The voice was similar to his but was in a soothing and divine manner which made the mind of the one who were listening relaxed even though it was a shout.

"Do you want to know the truth about your past week's events…..My dear writer?"

“Writer? Who are you?”

“Your Majesty can call this poor fellow Cyrus.”

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