A Tale Of Sister's Revenge

"KING CELEBRATION"

Jonet was walking all alone on the street of Johannesburg, and she kept walking alone. She walked as her hair fluttered in the air, her clothes clung to her body, arms tightly wrapped around her. The cold painted bright red on her cheeks and the wind threw her hair around aimlessly. Jonet felt cold wind stroking her skin, wanting to rip her clothes off her, as if a screen had been pulled down to hide her emotions, she hurried along. As a few tear drops appeared in the corners of her eyes, the girl continued walking, not stopping for anything.

She was still thinking about the moment her father died. She believed that it was her mistake that cost her father his life. She should have protected him, but with each stride, her mind became more clear, more resolute, as if the growing physical distance between her and her father had now become an emotional chasm. As the nascent moonlight caressed her skin, promising a new dawn, a new beginning, she entombed her memories of him in thick walled ice. Then, abruptly pausing to close her eyes and take in a deep breath of dewy air, she steeled herself to only think of her future from here on in. A future she would mould, build, direct. Then with each stride after that she felt more in charge, in command of her own mind, body and soul. She was a girl walking into her own destiny, a destiny that lay squarely in her own hands.

As she was walking through the street she saw 3 old men working on the construction site and that too so late in the night. They were not meant to do this work, they were very old and only a difficult family condition and hardships can make you do such things in your old age.

Jonet got more depressed by looking this. She never imagined that her first trip to a big city will end up like this. She wanted to bring a change and started with helping these old construction workers.

It was a nice experience for Jonet and she feels more relaxed now. She enjoyed every moment that she has spent with these guys. After hearing their stories she wonders how come someone having such a messed up life can still stay so happy, cheerful and positive about life.

“Would you love to join us for dinner?” One of the workers asked.

She wanted to say no, but couldn’t as she wanted to spend more time with them. As they reached home, a little girl came running out to meet her grandfather like a drove of stampeded animals.

The girl had a nose like a cartoon character, or one drawn by a lazy artist at least. She wore a torn skirt and was holding a broken toy in her hand, but she was still looking gorgeous in that. The bridge was so low-profile as to be barely there at all, so that on a face of skin all the same honeyed hue, her nose was a bump just above her dusky pink lips. There was no two ways about it, she was cute and adorable.

“Look we have a guest tonight.” Her grandfather said

The little girl looked at Jonet with her big deep black eyes for a long minute and a half and then she gives her a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through her.

The girl took Jonet to her room and they both played with her broken toys for some time. Her mom came in and interrupted there playing time as the dinner was ready and everyone was waiting for them in the dining room.

Calling it a dining room was somewhat misleading. It was a room. They ate in it. That was all. In it stood a cheap tea table that rocked when you leant on it, two old white chairs from the thrift store and a pair of thread-bare orange curtains that let the heat escape in winter as easily as if they were not there at all. The light bulb in the centre of the room was bare and hung down on its white wire, adding to the meagre ambience of the room. It was the kind of room you ate kraft dinner in washed down with own brand pop. But for all the lack of luxury there was no shortage of ambience, just being together was the treat.

The food was nothing like the Somako, but it was tasty as it contains the test of love and togetherness. On every face was a smile and the volume rose with chatter and laughter. Jonet called it as “The king’s Dining Room,” for each one of them, man and woman, left feeling like royalty.

The little girl was the loudest voice in the room wherever she was. Her conversations were buoyant and intended to be heard. There was something of the unsatisfied spain in her. Everyone knew she was an art historian within moments of meeting her like it was her most favourite badge by which to identify herself. On every subject she was opinionated and if you didn’t agree with her she wasn’t angry, she just pitied you for not understanding the “correct” way to think about it.

Jonet went outside the house and sat beneath the beautiful dark sky the little girl joined her. They were having a nice talk about the prince charming that will come to marry her doll.

Just then three kidnappers who looked like middle-aged men came in the opposite lane of the street. They were round about their middles with thinning hair, flecked with grey. Although they could have passed for brothers, but there was actually no relation between them, they were bonded by their perversions rather than by blood. They had it figured out, they would be each other’s alibi.

They tried to kidnap the girl who was standing alone near the bus stop. The kidnapping was over in a second. One minute the girl was there looking at her iPod, leaning against the bus-stop and then she was gone. No-one saw a thing, no-one heard her muffled scream and no-one was alarmed in any way, except Jonet.

Jonet quickly stands up and ran in the direction of the car. Since she was from Somako and had the Tarzan training of jumping and running using the trees, it helped her a lot in chasing the kidnapper's car. She climbed the roof of a building and jumped from there on the top of the car. Then she hit the car with her sphere. The car lost its control and went on to hit the pillar. The car was totally damaged and broken. She pulled the girl out from the car. The girl was extremely scared. She couldn’t breathe, it felt as if someone was choking her. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was to curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save her. Jonet was standing right there trying to calm her down, but it wasn’t working. A choked cry for help forced itself up her throat, and she felt a drop run down her cheek. It seemed as if this was the end of the road for her.

Within a minute the police and the whole neighbourhood were gathered there. They were all looking at Jonet and whispering into each other ears. These stare from hundreds of eyes made Jonet scared too. She couldn’t take it anymore so she jumped in the air and disappeared from there.

Jonet has finally revenged her father and returned to Somako with the earth gem. Somako was really happy as Jonet brought back the gem back to where it belongs and another thing was that they were going to make Jonet their new leader. Somako was totally drowned in the carnival celebration.

It was dark enough for the owls to tuck in, it is perfect for a day at the fair, but the stalls and booths set beyond her vibrated under the moonless night that the darkness was hardly remembered. The sky was dotted with a few candy-floss clouds. The entrance could be seen in the distance and the long queues edged forward slowly. Customers were becoming increasingly excited and impatient as they took a few steps forward every so often. Faint music could be heard from beyond the tall gates with the occasional happy scream suddenly piercing the air. Closer to the entrance and the massive structures of the rides could be seen, a rollercoaster, a big wheel, a helter-skelter. Below younger children stood watching, eating their sweets and snacks. Ice creams wobbled perilously over the cones and dripped down their small fingers as they melted, some munched on brightly coloured balls soft sugar strands that dissolved on the tongue – sweeter than sweet and sticking to the teeth better than glue. A few ate too much and complained to their mummies and daddies.

Most people inside the carnival wandered from stall to stall, sampling mulled wine and skewered meat, fondling velvet- line hood and tokens, but Jonet mulled over the sight of her pack from afar with her hands tucked in her pockets. She understood how her people worshipped the King’s Carnival.

The carnival was always something of a street party, an excuse for the whole neighbourhood to let their hair down and be silly. Everywhere you looked the painted faces of children and adults grinned back at you. In the centre of the street were performers of every type. There were jugglers and magicians, mime artists and dancers. We’d tip some change into each collecting hat and move on the next, it is the only time of the year where the day is long but the night was even longer, and the doors of her pack were open for anyone that carries their blood. They danced to the bonfire cradled in the centre like flames to the mole. Beautiful girls and boys moved to the music that came from nowhere and everywhere till their foot aches and legs gave out. Where kisses were cheaper than wine, but the wine was sweet as nectar and food were spiced and the fruits were all bruised.

Jonet is waving to the crowd from the balcony of the castle. She was extremely tense as this is going to be one of the biggest moment in her life.

She is watching them and smiling, her heart is hammering but she keeps her gait casual with no hint of hesitation, but from inside she was extremely tense. Her slender fingers pressed into the skin of her forearms, nails biting in the layer of fine dust, drawing beads of blood. Her whole body shook, bones rattling in the constant fear of the future that loomed before her. Heart pounding so hard against her ribcage as her pulse pressed outward, jerking the veins within.

They can’t know about what happened in the city, not about her part in it anyway. She was badly missing her father. As she turned around she saw the pictures of her Dad all around the walls, of her champions and of her as a kid. Her mother was there too, grinning like an angel. She closed her eyes, letting her mind filled with her voice. She can hear him teasing her like she’s just feet away, her mind fills with witty retorts she will never hear to these jibes she can never say. She wants to call him softly to see if he can step out of the dusty frame, but this isn’t Hogwarts and she’s no Hermione Granger. “I love you”, she blurted as she opened her eyes.

Now the time has come. Jonet has to address the public of Somako as their Queen. She has to tell them about her future plans for the Somako and as she stands on the podium the whole of Somako busted into cheers.

“Hello! Somako” She took a pause for a minute trying to feel the atmosphere. “Today I really miss my father,” There are tears in her eyes. “And well he is no longer with us I know my father is watching from there along with all my ancestors. Even today he must be saying to others that I am doing this wrong. My achievements are not only mine it belongs to whole my family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, I know my debt to them is beyond measure. To my mother, all other family members and every citizen of Somako thank you so much for your support that you have given me, I am grateful to them and to you. The road ahead is tough but together we can walk on it.”

Again there was a loud cheer and every citizen started to repeatedly say “Yes, we can. Yes, we can. Yes, we…”

“There will be setbacks and falls starts. There are many who would not agree with every decision that I will make as queen, but I will always be honest about the challenges we face. I will listen to you especially when we will disagree above all I ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation. There is a chance for us to make a change and difference, but that change cannot happen if we go back to the things were in past. It cannot happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice. So let us summon that spirit inside us and look not just for ourselves but each other.

Yesterday when I went to Johannesburg I met people who need us. They need us to help them change their life. This whole world is our family and it is our responsibility too to keep them safe. This day will be the answer to all those who have been told for so long by so many to stay safe, fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put our hands on the arc of history and bend it once more towards the hope of a better day. It has been a long time coming, but tonight because what we did on this day, at this defining moment, change has come to Somako. From today the doors of Somako will be open for everyone. We will work not for any nation, city or country, we will work for the whole of humanity. Their wars will be ours, their problems will be our problems too. Somako will not remain the lost city anymore. What are ancestors couldn’t do, together we will do that.”

Seoul, South Korea

Sam and Helen were preparing to leave. Helen was on her phone talking to her secretary to clear all her appointments for the next whole month. Sam was sitting on the couch and playing Xbox since morning as he wanted to complete all the call of duty levels before leaving. It was only Reve who was packing things for the tour. As they were busy in preparing for the tour someone rang the door bell.

“Reve there is someone on the door,” Sam shouted

“So go then and open the door,” Reve replied

“Helen has totally spoiled this guy.” Sam snivelled and then gone to open the door.

The same monster whom they encountered in the museum was standing outside but this time he was not alone. There stood a witch along the monster. Her skin was like molten lava, wrinkled and as dry as a bone. Her hair was long and string-like. Her hat was crumpled and it looked as if she never took it off. Teeth, well what was left of them, were rotted out to the core of yellow and mottled. Her snake-like eyes glared at him and her misshapen, raven nose stuck out making her face even more world-weary. She held a long old-fashioned broom which had only a few bristles left. She wore a thick black woollen dress covered in cat hair and muddy and scuffed black pointed boots. Sam wanted to cry out in terror at the things on her neck. It looked like skulls and various organs. After seeing that they were at the gate he got scared and didn’t open the door.

He called Helen and told her that there is a monster and a witch at the gate.

The monster outside wanted to break the door and go inside, but the witch stopped him. “What was the point in being a witch if you have to break a door and couldn’t break few rules?” The witch said, “Ajji Majji la Tarajji” She whispered these magical words and disappeared.

“This is no time for jokes.” Helen said to Sam, as by that time they were already gone and when they both turned the monster and a beautiful blonde girl were standing in front of them.

“Ya, I know what you are thinking.” The blonde girl said, “That look which you saw outside is my travelling look and this is my original.”

“Ohk! You look amazing in this one.” Helen gave him a stare as Sam said this.

“Helga Sweet, nice to meetcha! Nice home you got haan.” The witch said.

“Sam Yong, nice to meet you too.” Helen pulled Sam back as he went ahead to shake her hand. “Helen, and by the way, this is my house.” Then she said

“Love your perfume! What is that, the stench of death.” Helga said and then started to laugh.

“It was a very bad joke if you tried to crack one,” Helen grunted.

“Then let us talk about something important. You have something that belongs to us. It looks like a yellowish gem. So give it back to us.” It was amazing to see a monster standing all quiet as Helga said

“Yes, we have something which looks like what you have described, but I don’t think that it belongs to you. So I am not going to give it to you.” Sam said. It was the first time the monster grunted after listening to what Sam said.

“I really liked you and didn’t want to do this to you, but you have not left a choice in front of me.” Helga looked at the monster and gave him the green signal.

The monster growled at Sam and attacked him. Sam tried to open a wormhole and throw the monster inside that, but wormhole collapsed, he tried again, but all in vein. So he thought of trying the same strategy that he tried at the museum and the result was same as last time. Monster caught him in mid-air and beat the hell out of him.

“Did you change your mind now or you want to play more?” Helga asked

Sam again tried and again beaten up

“So you want to play more, I guess.” Helga went on to sit on the couch and asked Helen to join.

Sam level of energy gets reduce every time he goes near the monster. He saw few holes in his skin and realizes why this is happening. These holes are working like an absorber. They absorb the energy near them just like a black hole and make the monster more energetic.

Sam thought of an idea. It was time for a change in plan. He started opening wormhole after wormhole all around the monster. The monster was sucking all the energy of every wormhole due to which all the wormhole were collapsing. The energy inside the monster was increasing and it reached the level which the monster was unable to handle. He started feeling as if molten lava of energy was inside him and it was trying to burst out of the volcano.

Sam plan was working marvellously and finally, the monster blasted. Helen started clapping and the smile on Helga's face had disappeared.

“If you leave our house now then it will be good for you.” Sam was really happy as he has finally defeated the monster.

But just then the smile on the face of Helga has reappeared just like the monster. He burst to be reborn more powerful, stronger and dangerous.

“Helen come sit the match is not over yet.” Helga said, trying to mock Sam “What is the odds now?” Helen gave her an angry look.

Sam didn’t had any new idea of defeating the monster and was just trying to run away from him and don’t get caught up by the monster. In doing so Sam suddenly saw that the monster body is evaporating due to the heat that was created due to the constant use of the energy by Sam which increased the temperature.

Sam just kept on doing what he was doing earlier just running away. The monster suddenly falls on to his knees and got evaporated.

It was the time for Helga to work on plan b as the monster is not going to come back again. So she took out her wand, the wand which is made out of Fir Wood, which usually prefers those with a dark heart. Whereas the handle is made out of Maple Wood, which in turn often seeks out those who are timid or shy. However, the combination of this strand of Fir Wood and Maple Wood means the wand will seek out somebody with a sharp mind. Every wand usually has 1 or 2 cores, but some have 3, this wand has 1 core. A core of fairy wing which enhances either dark or light spells based on the owner's heart and refuses to cast the other.

Helga placed her wand on Helen’s back. “That is enough now.” She shouted, “We already have enough fun for today and now you quietly give me that gem otherwise I will kill your girlfriend.”

Sam didn’t want to risk Helen’s life so he without wasting any time quickly took the gem out of his chain and gave it to Helga.

“You think only you can disappear into thin air. See how pro’s do it, watch it and learn. Bye baby! It was nice to meet you.” She disappears with the gem.