on her bed, with her hair fanned across her pillow staring into the moonlight.
Mystery and loss defined her life... Buaji was all she had. Parents and sister
were both gone in car crash, and she hadn't seen her parents EVER. She simply
did not seem to have a memory of them, and her Buaji had no photos. Buaji had
said that in a fit of despair at the loss, she had burnt every single memory she
had had of her Mother and Father. She had wondered how she was only one who
survived that accident... Fourteen years had gone by, but it still strangely
felt like only few years had passed since her unanswered questions had risen.
She turned her back to the moon, glancing at her shimmering back.
A tatto ran
intricately from the small of her back and creeped onto the nape of her neck. A
red flame exactly on the small of her back engulfed by a blue wave with a
trident emerging from it ran till her left shoulder. The wave crashed into a
green vine which extended nto her right shoulder and changed into grey swirls.
The wave and vine formed a V, leaving a part of her skin pale, creamy and
She did not even remember when she had gotten that done, and when she had
asked Buaji, Buaji had said "Tumre bachpan mein Nandkisore!"(In you childhood
Nandkisore!) and thats where the conversation had ended.
The tatto had never failed
to mesmerize her...It was beautiful, and it glowed in moonlight, giving it some
kind of divine look. She absent-mindedly rubbed the tatto that crept on her
shoulder, and fell asleep to the patter of rain that had started...
The room was dimly lit with
purple fire and there were only two men in the room. One was a bearded man, with
a frail build and the other was a well-built man with hard-features. He looked
at the wizened old man, and asked him "I am ready for my assignment."
"Well. Alright." The old
He began to chant in a
"Renaissance Warrior is
ready for the hunt, on the Night of this full moon.
To our ancient masters
these age old words I croon.
Show us your will, the face
of thy next prey
Which Daughter of the
Elements, must this time we slay."
A dim light filled the
hall, and a mist swirled into existence. After shimmering for a moment, the
image of a woman flickered to life. "This is your prey Arnav."
Arnav looked at the image.
The image of a sleeping woman, her silky tresses fanned across the pillow bathed
in the moonlight. Her eyes opened ever so slightly, apparently awoken from a
dream. Her hazel eyes scanned the room in panic, sweat dripping from her
eyebrows. Had she sensed them? He wondered surprised... Even Vikram Sir looked
surprised, and shocking both of them, those deep hazel eyes looked right at
Vikram waved a hand, and
the mist disappeared. "She is different..." Vikram muttered.
Daughter of the
Elements... Arnav thought. How he hated them. His sole purpose for
joining Renaissance Warriors was for revenge... Revenge for everything he had
"You DO know the
consequences of failure?" Vikram asked.
Arnav nodded. "Death
through the Renaissance Energy."
He walked away with a
determined gaze, unconcious of the memories those eyes had made to