Helios – Part 3 of 5

Part 1, Part 2

Shira was standing on the cliff overlooking the castle when the gong resonated in the whole of Pacemenia. She had not once lost sight of the castle in the last two days since her father had left to fight the beast of Crumbling Castle.

A night before leaving for the duel, Helios called for his daughter and told her about Uncle Rafael’s most recent act of treachery. Shira was infuriated and suggested it was about time Rafael was put to task. Helios thought otherwise. He thought there was more to Rafael’s hatred than just greed for power, since Rafael knew that if Helios died, Shira would ascend the throne till her younger brother came of age. Rafael had no role to play. In fact he was better off with Helios alive as he had little support from anyone else in Pacemenia. Helios wanted to know what seethed Rafael’s heart and if he could replace it with love and benevolence.

What should I do father while you are gone? Shira asked.

Some extra wishes won’t hurt, Helios smiled. But I could live with one less person praying for me. Come by the cliff instead and watch the Crumbling Castle. Do as you deem appropriate depending upon what you see there.

And so Shira went to the cliff, keeping the castle under her vigil. Rafael paced around or slept under a tree. When the gong was blown, Rafael, resting under the tree, sprang to his feet and took out something from his bag. Then she saw her father collapse to the ground and Rafael standing shocked for a few seconds. Shira had mounted her horse when she saw Rafael chaining her father. He is still alive, she thought relieved.

Rafael dragged Helios with great difficulty to the dungeons. Panting and falling and slouching and resting after every few minutes. Shira was amused by the sight and watched for sometime before turning her horse to go to the beast’s castle.

The beast was alive but only for namesake. He was hallucinating with fear. Shira offered him water and asked him why he made the mistake of challenging Helios to a duel. The Beast blabbered incoherently.

The light… the light is intense… the darkness… the darkness is closing in…

The beast had nothing significant to offer and he was suffering by unknown demons of yesteryears. Shira slit his throat with her sword and closed his eyes. She stayed there for some time – head bowed and lips moving in a prayer for the departed soul.

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I have no idea where I am going with this, it’s become a little boring if you ask me…  And I have missed the deadline of finishing the series too…

Anyway, this is third part of Helios series.

The Inspirational Monday prompt used for this one is – “Extra Wishes”

You can follow the links for Part 1 and Part 2.

Helios – Part 2 of 5

Helios – Part 1 

Helios looked around, his senses still sluggish but improving.

His muscles were slowly waking up. It would take longer to get his strength back. There was no time crunch anyway. Rafael was a fool to have kept him alive and with the beast gone, he was lost about what to do. The mediocre thug always caused inconvenience.

In contrast to what his plight commanded, he was still basking in the glory of his victory over the beast of the Crumbling Castle. The beast had lived in peace for years just outside the borders of Pacemenia – Helios’ kingdom. Then he had attacked a few wandering kids playing near his castle. Helios was aggravated, but he had still offered amnesty. The beast was too drunk in his arrogance. He had challenged Helios and announced proudly he will tear him into two halves. But the coward wanted no audience and demanded that the duel happen in closed premises of his castle, with only one person waiting at the main door for the outcome. Whoever won had to sound the gong in the arena. If it was the beast, the person waiting outside was sure to become his supper. Helios was still trying to piece it together when Rafael offered to be the onlooker. Helios had smiled and hugged Rafael benevolently, thanking him for this selfless act. It was that simple, Helios had thought to himself.

The fact that Rafael was a traitor was not hidden from him since his growing years. But the beast was a dangerous alliance. Not only was he strong, but he was also gullible. Rafael had a lot of enemies who were not in Helios’ best books either – a lot smarter enemies than the fool could afford. They could have used the beast as a pawn to destroy the kingdom and Rafael. The beast had to die.

Rafael had come dressed in white that morning. ”Mourning my loss already?”,  Helios had joked. Rafael had smiled slyly, embracing his half brother without offering any explanation.

The subjects of Pacemenia had greeted Helios on his way, not one of them thinking he would not return. Pacemenia had been ruled by Helios’ ancestors for centuries and each one of them had ensured Pacemenia’s safekeeping like family. Helios had been on the throne for twenty seven years now and had put his life on the line for Pacemenia on many occasions. The most venerated of all stories was when Helios had dug the soil by the Kamento Mountains, when the oracles had predicted there was a spring that could end the year long drought. Helios had dug with his bare hands when all the other men had tired and given up. And when the water had finally bowed down to his defiance, he had fed all the men who had helped him before tasting its sweetness himself.

When after two days of Helios leaving Pacemenia to fight the Beast, the sound of the Gong broke the stillness of the atmosphere, the dwellers of Pacemenia had erupted in joy, lighting the bonfires and preparing for the feast – such was their conviction that Helios was invincible.

Back at the Crumbling Castle, when Helios had walked out of the Gates, he was met by a shocked and confused Rafael.  Helios was tired but his humor had not left him. He had patted the back of Rafael, speaking between heavy breaths – “Next time Brother, when I’m having a bad day”.

Rafael had pushed Helios away with burning hatred and thrust a needle with the poison of the deadly Cicutia plant into one of his wounds. The poison was for the beast once he had killed Helios, but things had not worked in his favor. He had fed the beast with a specially prepared concoction from Anamamia plant that had quadrupled his strength. The beast was beside himself with joy and had smashed some pillars of his castle as Rafael had watched with satisfaction. To see Helios return victorious was like being hit by a bolt of lightning. It was impossible. Rafael had shuddered. Was it true, he had wondered, that Helios was indeed a manifestation of the God of Sun? That he had blessings of the keepers of Justitia?

Rafael had chained the drugged Helios and dragged him to the dungeons. Many a times he had considered slaying Helios with his sword, but every time he dismissed the thought, fearing what wrath of what powers that looked upon Helios would be unleashed on him.

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This is Part 2 of my story.

I have planned to write a story using all the “Inpirational Monday” Prompts for the week. I have used the prompt – “Time Crunch” in this one.

Part 1 of the story can be found here.

I think I have goofed up the tenses in this write up.. I tried to maintain a uniformity and have proof read the whole thing too… but I still think there are issues… Concrit is welcome and I look forward to feedback from anyone who manages to read the whole thing (I know it’s a tad long 🙂 )

Bo Peep in the City

What is this place? Wondered Bo Peep,

No rivers, no streams, no peaks so steep!

The grasslands are missing; no soul on the streets,

The paths are hard, made of concrete.

The houses are tall, the doors shut tight,

The trees are few, with no birds in sight.

What is this place? How did I get here?

My wretched sheep! She cursed in fear.

Bo Peep had walked long, her mouth was dry,

She looked for a spring or a stream nearby.

She looked all around, her throat now parched,

A tap went past, but on she marched.

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Thought of trying something different this Friday… 😀

98 words for Madison’s Friday Prompt:

Helios – Part 1 of 5

The dungeon smelled of dampness. It was eerily dark and the only form of light was a candle in a corner. The flame stood still, poised in the dankness, not moving as though in respect of the captor of the walls.

Helios – The Invincible…  Rafael whispered menacingly in Helios’ ear.

Helios – The Messiah!  He shouted, shaking with rage.

Helios – Oh Helios, if only they could see you now. If only I could tie you to the foot of a donkey and take you to your subjects. The deluded rascals venerating you like God… But you are mortal, lying here comatose at my feet, where you truly belong.

Then why are you still afraid of me Rafael? Why have you chained me when you very well know the poison has affected me so much that I can’t even stand on my feet? And still, you have tied me so I can’t move the muscles that no longer take my command. I stand no chance in a duel with you if you choose to challenge me now. I knew you were dull, but this cowardice has let me down. You are my half brother for heaven’s sake; don’t malign the blood that runs through my veins. Challenge me you traitor! Helios growled.

Rafael laughed.

Heroic talks of valor and spirit! You think these insinuations have an effect on me? You think I care about your pristine bloodline? “The Keepers”, “The saviors”… I am the ugly blotch on your legacy. How does it feel to be “kept” like this unto death? To wish for some miracle to “save” you? How does it feel “Your Highness”, to have a devil like me share the father you idolize?

Helios smiled.

You love fishing for insults, don’t you? But calling yourself a devil is highly conceited even for your sake. It would take you many lives to be taken so seriously. You are but a little prick that hurts the sole of one’s foot when one is walking too fast. You go unnoticed most of the times and when you do come to attention, you are to be plucked out of the skin and thrown on the sidelines of the path. Call yourself a devil to humor yourself in the company of a charming lady you have coaxed into coming with you in exchange of some false promises or remuneration. She might, for a fleeting moment believe you, but I my dear Rafael, am better than that.

Rafael stared at Helios with hatred. Helios – in all his glory and grandeur, lay in front of him poisoned and chained, and yet his magnanimity was intact, his eyes shining like they always did. He commanded respect even in his helplessness. Rafael shrunk back in the shadows of the alleys, lost in his own insecurities.

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This is an attempt for Inspirational Monday’s prompt – “Fishing for insults”.

I am planning to make a story using all the five prompts given this week in five different parts of the story.

I don’t have a clear plot yet, but I plan to end the story with this piece as an epilogue.  I had written it as part of Friday Fictioneers once not so long ago. 🙂

Hope to pull it off! 🙂

Lovelier Everyday! :)


Dan
 of Hurdles to Happiness has been kind enough to nominate me for the “One Lovely Blog” Award.

My second in a span of 3 days! (I didn’t get time to update earlier)

Thanks a lot for being so kind to me. It has honestly taken me by surprise, but I feel encouraged and I will strive to stay lovely and become lovelier in future!

Dan is studying a subject I have always wanted to study – Creative Writing. I did engineering instead and am now stuck with a job that doesn’t allow me the time to pursue Creative Writing courses available around, and believe you me, I have tried over and over again…

That being that, I am super glad I came across Dan, and I hope to learn whatever little my bird sized brain can grasp from his blog. Thanks Dan, I am humbled that you found me worthy of this nomination. 🙂

The other details about the award and my nominations can be found here.

Reminiscence

I was crossing a winery after a long time… A flashback came to mind…

Uncle Brad’s cellar… nimble furtive steps… The shorter boy watching the door… The taller girl reaching for as many bottles as she could hold…. Gleeful chuckles… A horrendous crash of bottles a few steps from the door… panic…

Uncle Brad didn’t punish me or my younger brother. In fact he was so amused that he offered us one of his best wines for tasting – our first ever.

But he told mother too and the dose we got from her tasted very different; wasn’t our first either.

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100 words for Madison’s Friday Prompt:

Grapevines

I Feel Lovely! :)

The Blazing Trail has been kind enough to award me with “One Lovely Blog” Nomination and I graciously accept the generosity bestowed upon me. This is my first ever award in the blog space and I am on top of the world!

I used to always wonder what one has to do to get any of these awesome awards hanging around like enticing out-of-reach fruits everywhere! I know now that you have to wait for a bighearted person to stop by and take notice! 🙂

Here are the rules of this award:

1. I need to thank the person who nominated me.

2. Share 7 things about myself that you still may not know

3. Nominate 15 bloggers.

4. Notify the nominees that I have done so.

5. Put the logo of the award on my blog site.

7 things not known about me are perhaps not of much interest either, but I will abide by the rules so here they are:

  1. I don’t talk a lot.
  2. I am forever thinking about one thing or the other (hence 1 I guess).
  3. When I am not thinking I am humming or singing at the top of my voice.
  4. My favorite color is Brown.
  5. I meditate, and am striving to be more regular with it than I currently am.
  6. I am a very honest person and I hate liars and manipulators.
  7. I love to dance!

And now is the time to spread some happiness! There are a lot of blogs that I have been fortunate enough to stumble upon and I would like to nominate them for this award! I have learned something from each one of them. I would also like to say a few words about each one of them (hoping that’s not a breach of any protocol! 🙂 )

  1. Madison Woods – She is a fantastic writer and I will be ever indebted to her for starting the amazing “Friday Fictioneers” that has helped me evolve as a writer in more ways than I can count!
  2. Doug – The magician of words! His posts mesmerize and take you on a different plane altogether! I am happy to have had the chance to read his work.
  3. Robotic Rhetoric – It is always amusing to read his offerings. If you are having a rough day, this blog would be a strong recommendation!
  4. BeKindRewrite –It’s a pity that I haven’t yet been regular with the “Inspirational Mondays” – purely my fault. A great blog to get some crisp and viable tips to improve one’s writing skills.
  5. ElmoWrites – I have a great regard for this blogger. Good writing style and she has been kind enough to  provide some useful concrit on my posts as well.
  6. Maria Tatham – Awesome imagination in her writings! She is a whiz with fantasy fiction! You should definitely read her “Cindergirl” series. Amazing!
  7. Slapppshot – I ran into this blog only recently. It is a very honest recollection of a very interesting person!
  8. Craig Towsley – A very good writing style, descriptive and imaginative. It’s a delight to read his posts.
  9. Bridgesareforburning – I love the name of this blog! Very nice writing style too. I have enjoyed whatever I have read on the blog! 🙂
  10. Susan Wenzel – Her posts leave a lasting impact. There is a quality in her writing which makes simple things beautiful and worthy of notice.
  11. Ted Book– Interesting musings and collections of so many different kinds. It’s an experience to read the blog.
  12. Honesty – Very insightful posts that leave you thinking. Reflections of an honest writer. I find it very easy to relate with her posts.
  13. Matangi – Very earthy stories. The simplicity and depth of this writer amazes me. She is very talented!
  14. All Things Interesting – A very young and talented blogger on the block. Watch out for this raw talent! 🙂
  15. BWThoughts – Nice writing style and very interesting posts. I have recently discovered this blog and I am glad I did!

Older and Wiser?

“Mom, do you remember our old little picnic spot? The Roman Invader’s castle? I drove there this afternoon. It’s in ruins now! Nothing like its old majestic self! It’s like the place was bombed!”

“But it was always like that darling. When you were young, I didn’t have money to afford a nice getaway, so I used to drive you to the deserted army base and tell you that it was a castle. You were such a delightful kid; you improved my version with every visit!”

“I don’t believe this!”

“Yeah I know, but you were a believer back then.”

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100 words for Madison’s Friday Prompt: