The prophecy of Amelyah.

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The battle had been going on for seven days continuously. The Raikan army had held off the evil of Bola for so long. Through day and night, hunger and starvation, pain and agony, the Raikans had held them off through sheer power of will. But now the Raikans were getting exhausted, not because they didn’t have the will, but because they were humans and their body’s each and every cell had been tapped to their marrows and the Bolan army was coming at them in thousands and ten thousands. The Raikans were outnumbered.

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The Raikan tribe was a peaceful settlement along the coast of the river Amelyah. Even though a settlement, through years they had grown to occupy acres of coastal land. They thrived there and did not interfere much in the matters of the outside world because they never depended on anyone for their sustenance. However, on the day of the full moon every month, one among them would set out on a journey to bring back whatever news they could gather from around them.

The settlement of Raikan was wrapped in God’s green beauty. If ever a soul wished to find peace at heart by the nurturing of the soil as the trees, then this was the place that would bind his soul to the essence of the murmuring green that slowly swayed with gentle breeze.

The ever flowing bed of pearls that served as the resting place for the heavenly stars at night was the river Amelyah. She would bring happiness from the heavens that she was flowing from for the people of Raikan and they always found the energy and soul of nature with her enchanting sound. She would bubble and whiz along the rocks soothing and shaping them with the hands of a skilled craftsman. It is said that the sorrows of the people were washed away by her with her crystal beauty. She was sacred and they would gladly give their lives for her.

Their beliefs and rituals did not go anywhere beyond Amelyah and mother nature. To them, she was God and whatever they had was her gift. They never took it for granted and they even preserved each and every stub of grass that would grow around them. Often people who bathe in the river of love get into a trance for a few seconds and it is said that they would behold a certain vague image of a galloping beast with a rider mounted on it. It would pass through their village bathing it in a pool of crystals and the green would hold their heads up high in great reverence and respect. The trance would end in a few seconds but within that time, they would have experienced a feeling so strong that their courage would become like mountains that hold mother Earth down.

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It was one day during the second of fall that they noticed the slight tint of black among the beautiful currents of Amelyah. It disturbed their hearts to see their God’s beauty having been scarred by the slightest of happenings. And with each passing day since then, the black currents started appearing more and more. The Raikan’s knew not what the reason for this unfortunate happening was. And their concern grew more with each passing day.

On the coming day when the moon rose up and high in his full vigour, they appointed their next traveller to seek out the cause of this ill happening. He went forth with a heavy heart of sorrow that their love had been scathed by a source unknown. However, in order to leave the Raikan tribe, one had to cross the bridge of Garand. It was the only way on foot to the tribe. If not that, one would have had to swim across the currents of Amelyah in order to get to the village. When he reached the bridge and was about to cross it, he beheld the black currents flowing ever more strongly. He turned his gaze away from the unholy sight and sped on his way.

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Two weeks of anxious wait with the ever increasing black currents of Amelyah was starting to put the people of Raikan into a state of restlessness. None of them dared to touch the currents and as such their soul’s energy was draining away little at a time. Their only consolation was the pampering murmur of Amelyah that still sounded with the sweetest of tones day and night.

On the last day’s night of the second week, their waiting came to an end with the whistle of the traveller being heard from a distance. But they knew something was wrong. The sound of the hoofs were not peaceful. The traveller was hurrying back.

They saw him coming at a rapid pace and faintly could make out him shouting something. As he approached nearer, his uttering became clearer and what they heard made them freeze. It was one word that they did not even expect to hear in their worst nightmares and here they were hearing it from one of their own.

“Bola!”

They had not seen the traveller clearly due to the night’s shadow. But once the traveller reached them, they beheld his dress having been burnt and marks of black on his entire dress. Still, they were not ready for what yet going to come. The traveller removed his mask slowly…

And there was the mark of Bola on his face!

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Bola was the evil of lands that was prophesied to come at the times of ill bearings of the world. Bola was the evil that would slaughter beauty and spread chaos among the kind hearted. Bola was the destroyer of life as it is and Bola was the binder of one’s soul to hell. Bola was inhuman.

The mark of Bola was made on the people whom they captured and wanted tortured for life. The mark once put on the person would bind his soul to the depths of hell. The chaos and flames of hell would slowly burn his soul a little bit at a time. He would feel the pain of his soul, his life burning inch by inch without even the slightest of pain to his body. There was no cure but to writhe in agony until one’s soul was completely burnt away from within.

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The Raikan’s did not care for their souls nor their bodies when Amelyah was threatened. All the fear and pain would be masked by their love for her and that was what kept the traveller on his horse till he reached back. He delivered the message and that was that Bola had already made their mark on certain places and captured most of river Amelyah. But in order to spread their evil, they needed the final part of the river. And that was the part protected by the Raikans. Bola was on their way for the final piece of their puzzle.

On hearing this, the Raikans’ blood boiled. They were not just going to fight until they stood dying on their very feet. But they were going to make sure that the Bola would never get the river completely. With this in mind, they retired to their settlement for discussions on what was to be done.

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Amelyah was their life and death. It was the bearer of purity and love and they were certain that if they were to stand a chance against Bola, then it would be in Amelyah’s presence only. And finally, they had to make the hard choice – destroy the bridge of Garand!

This was agreed upon and the Raikans choose their strategic positions wisely with more number of people mustered at the shallow regions and lesser ones with ranged attacks at the deeper sites. They began their wait for the inhuman Bola.

They knew their weapons would not cause harm to the Bolas. As such, their mind and soul, and its purity was their only weapon. Along with the blessings of Amelyah, they held a hope of belief rather than of faith. However their thoughts were cut short with a strange happening…

The black currents suddenly started shifting towards the opposite bank bringing the pure and refreshing waters of the river nearer to them. It was as if a straight line of divide had been drawn in the middle of the river with one side pitch black and the other heavenly white. They knew it was time…

From the very distance, they could vaguely make out the faint outline of dark Bola army approaching…

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Even after the seventh day of the battle, the Raikan’s found no new hope. But as long as the Bolas were trying to hurt Amelyah, the fire kept burning within the hearts of the Raikans. But they were exhausted. The inhumans did not die. But were repelled and rendered powerless with the purity that the Raikan’s held true. But they were persistent and kept coming back again and again. Many Raikan’s had already fallen out of starvation and hunger and they knew they could not keep this fight up much longer. One more night, and the Bolas would take over the Raikan tribe.

They started to pray.

On the night of the seventh day of the Battle of Garand, suddenly the Bolas seemed to soften up. There was a deadly calm within the realm of battle. All the rage that the Bolas were attacking the Raikan’s with seemed to be sapped away from them. The humongous army of the Bolas suddenly seemed to be distracted at some strange phenomenon that was happening without the Raikan’s knowing.

The Raikan’s also started to feel a great sense of inner peace within them. A feeling that none had ever encountered before. A feeling of hope and love. They felt a new energy flowing from deep within.

A gentle breeze started to sway the green trees around. They too seemed to have been aroused by something strange and it was as if they had grown taller and higher in a few seconds.

The feeling lasted in the battlefield for a few minutes which was broken by a horrendous and fearful war cry from the Bolan army and they once and for all made a straight ahead massive dash at the Raikan army to finish them off. The Raikan’s knew the battle was lost.

A brilliant flash of light suddenly threw those Bolas in the river up in the air! There was a gush of strong wind and suddenly the clouds of the sky made way for the shining moon! Amelyah started shining and sparkling as if by heavenly magic which made the Bolans go crazy!

The river slowly started rising and behold! There emerged the gallant Water Rider from within the currents! Those Raikan’s who had the trance suddenly shouted, “Its the Water rider! The WATER RIDER!”.

Cheers of happiness and hope shouted from the Raikans. The water rider came forth with such fury with water flame sword in his hand that many of the Bolans cried out of fear. The Water Rider shouted,

“Come oh Raikan’s! Holders of purity and lovers of Amelyah! Your protector is here and your spirits and minds have been kindled with the love of Heaven! Let us drive these creatures of ill omen out once and for all!”

With this, He charged into the Bolan army causing havoc! Not anything that the Bolans did could hold the white rider back. He cut through the entire black army like a comet shining in the dark skies! The Raikan’s followed his lead and cleansed the evil of Bola.

The true spirit and love that they had held for mother Nature had won. Amelyah was back to what it was for another long years to come.

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2 thoughts on “The prophecy of Amelyah.

  1. Nice one Haris……the description is definitely very vivid….the way u’ve presented the story itself shows how much u like reading stuff that is larger-than-life……Really interesting….Keep up the good work….:)

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