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The deafening sound was heard by all the members present in the castle as well as outside it. Mother was in her deep meditation when the sound jolted her. She realized immediately that the sound was related to the horrific event that would now become the trigger for the misery of her people. But even if she desired, she couldn’t change this fate as she knew it was time.
When she reached at the spot, she saw Baanko lying on the floor, unconscious. His body bruised with the pieces of broken glass which seemed like they were stabbed into his body. The whole room was empty, dark with the scattered pieces of glass. The guards came but none entered the room as such was the respect for the law set by the mediator.
“Watoo has been unleashed. Go and ring the tower bells. People must know what’s coming.” She ordered the guards while tenderly placing Baanko’s head on her lap.
Anna listened to the story very carefully. The old man was a good story teller, she thought. The dawn was breaking and woods were filled with the beautiful sounds of the birds. The air was still cool and there was the scent of sandalwood in it.
“Where did Watoo go? And what about Iroshi? Did he die?” asked Anna with her thoughts still immersed in the story.
“No one dies Anna. Not you, not me and neither did Iroshi. Death is nothing but an illusion. Illusion that was casted by Watoo on Baanko.” replied the old man sitting under the banyan tree in a gyan mudra.
“Wasn’t Baanko a powerful mystic. How stupid of him to fell for the illusion? I don’t think he would succeed his mother as a mediator?” snapped Anna angry at Baanko whom she thought was the hero of the story.
The old man now grinning at her and at the irony how Anna had decided the fate of Baanko without knowing that her own fate was sealed with him.
“Go back home now. You are getting late for college. I will tell the rest of the story tomorrow”, he ordered Anna.
Anna resisted first then reluctantly walked past the woods. It took her a month before she got used to the old man who claimed himself belonging to the invisible world and who loved to tell her the stories of his world. She had compelling evidences that supported the fact that she was not crazy and the old man did exist. She had read about the subtle energies that can’t be sensed by human’s five senses like aura and she had also read about healers using these subtle energies which modern science still lacked equipment to conduct these experiments. She knew that even in this visible world there were things that were invisible. But, maybe a fluctuation in her aura or her energy level had made her see the invisible.