Love Amidst Mistakes

Turning into air

A woman in her late 50s sat under a big tree, a small girl of around 10 in age, stood with a basket of berries around her. The woman motioned the little girl to settle down. The little girl did as she was told. "Godmother!" The little girl called, looking towards the lady, "You can call me Granny, my dear" the lady said smiling.

"Tell me a story, not a fairytale. I'm bored of all the happy endings. I have seen people dying and ending up falling apart. I know it's not always a happy ending" the little girl said and looked over towards the daffodils, who have covered the whole field around them.

"My dear, an ending is not an ending but a new beginning. An ending is not an ending if you're not satisfied with it. No matter happy or sad, endings leave us a lesson. You must learn it and move on, if it's an ending or learn it and thrive if you're left unsatisfied"  the lady said smiling knowingly, she very well knew the little girl was full of wits, wisdom and courage. She smiled at the creation, but soon her eyes gave away a tear, when she heard the cries of a certain wolf. "It's a full moon, more pain, yet no gain" she thought to her self. Even though she wanted to help the creature, she knew she couldn't. She  smiled at a little girl and said "Alaina dear, I'll tell you a story whose ending is not yet known" hearing those words Alaina's eyes widened and said "even to you" the lady smiled and said "even to me".

Alaina looked intrigued, she nodded and laid her head in the lap of the lady, her wavy Auburn hair cascading down on the ground.

"Once there's this god, as old as the moon, but as young as the water. He was powerful, very powerful if I may say, his powers cant be defined in words, but he hardly used his powers, except those of transformation or invisibility, or ascension to earth. Other gods, some were jealous, some respected him, some kept themselves out of his ways, maybe because they knew him a bit. You see my dear, life isn't a piece of cake as gods, to limit the influence of good and bad, gods too are kept bound to certain rules, made by mother nature. One of them is, to not interfere in the affairs of humankind unless you're in the position to do so. That means, only the gods of fate can interfere, and Gods of fate are someone you wouldn't like to cross, they hate it when someone interrupts their work."

The lady sighed, remembering. Then she continued, "So let me introduce you to that powerful yet lonely god, who was named as Aalam, he went by other names too, like Ezekiel. He liked to call him as Ezekiel Aalamgir. It meant "the one who's powerful, dignified and leader or conqueror of the world" the name truly belonged to him, like a title, even though, not enough to showcase all about him. He was kind, but sometimes cold. He was like the seasons, changing easily. But his heart never changed. Even till now"  the last words she said were just to herself.

"One day, he was on the ground of earth, when he looked at a young girl girl, nothing special, just a regular humankind, black wavy hair, dark brown like almost black colored eyes, short height around 5'5, fair, wheatish colored skin, laying on the ground holding her right eyebrow, as slowly, blood gushed out. She removed her hand from her eyebrow, looked at it, shock taking over her, seeing red liquid on her thin fingers. She got up and looked towards the villagers and said, "I'm sorry but this isn't the way to treat me, I have done whatever I could, I was tired so I fell asleep, I'm not your slave" 

Ezekiel just looked at her, and was intrigued, those times of earth were not the ones to have women speak up for themselves, and that too such a young 12 year old girl. He smiled and as feeling like somebody's watching the girl turned over to look at him, "what are you looking at?" Ezekiel thought she must be talking to someone behind him and continued looking at her, not affected by the surroundings but soon was proved wrong when she came to him and said " You, wicked man! Who are you eyeing with those-" she stopped, looking into the cyan coloured eyes, which felt like an ocean, which she would have loved to dive in, but soon evading her thoughts, she said "those eyes, wicked, creepy eyes" Ezekiel was shocked, he felt like cold water was thrown over on him, shock taking over, but soon he masked it and raised an eyebrow. He was intrigued on how she could see him, but when he sensed eyes on him, he was more pissed, how could his magic turned to air. "I would like to help you!" He said, and took out a small pouch bag, full of silver coins and offered it to her, and motioning towards the villagers. But as prideful as she was she didn't accepted the money, which intrigued the God. He threw the money towards the villagers and said "don't bother her again" leaving her there standing with a gasp. He wanted to know, how his magic evaporated, it has never been so in eternity. Knowing that no one was around, he transcended to his homes, the heavens, eager to know the reasons...."