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Living a Curse
There are some places on this earth which are remote, thrown aside by nature and are hidden amongst other bigger, popular places of the world. Avina, is surely one such place, shadowed under a constant canopy of dark clouds, promising snowfall, mist and fog. Capital of Crookstown, Anexia, this place is something in itself. Avina is a large city as it has grown up to gulp down the other surrounding cities (Gulero and Luke Land) like molten meadows. A few decades ago it was quiet and reserved. The only thing it hosted was colonial buildings and olden huts. But as the years rolled by, it grew bigger. The colonial houses got replaced by high rise buildings and the streets got more crowded and people who once spent most of their time wandering in the woods, got busier. To its east is the Oregon Sea and to the west is the Avina River that flows endlessly, meandering and merging somewhere in the sea. Up until 1892, Avina had Tribals. It was only after that, that some English speaking people placed their feet here. Today Avina has a mix population. The British, Indians, Red Indians, Africans, all dwell here and they dwell here as if they belonged here like ‘since forever’.
But the best part about this place is the weather, unpredictable. Sometimes the city would be yellow, as if the sun is angry upon the natives and the next minute it would be all dark, as if it will rain like never before. Snowfall is one of the things that have occupied this place since its inception, which would be like years before. Maybe once upon a time, the place must have been inhabited by the apes. Once could still spot some big feet animals that reside in the forests here. It’s easy for them to walk on the snow.
There aren’t many streets here, hardly. People reside in scattered houses here and there. So far, it has only a dozen streets, counted on the finger tips. At the end of Ivana Steet, Eden Cherry Road, there stands a detached wooden house. It looks pretty at least from a distance. With a courtyard and a garden, the house has a serene touch. Yet sometimes when a stranger happened to pass by, he would look at it and wonder if something was wrong inside. The house throws that aura around, vague, as if it carries some dark secret. A small dog house rests near the main gate and the name plate shows clear letters, “O S C A R”. A beautiful Christmas wreath hangs gracefully on the door and if at all the house was set for auction, one would indeed have to pay a heavy price.
The house belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Fosters. For them, it is the home. The main door opens to a plain room painted in mauve, with wooden ceilings and beams. Nothing fancy. A small green couch rests in the center on a red mattress and two chairs always lay there at the far corner of the room. The fire alcove never rests. It is always lit up throwing sparks all the time. And up on the mantel are pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Foster, one from their wedding and the rest in sequence as their daughter grew up to be a beautiful young lady.
The long wooden staircase leads upstairs, giving a curiosity as to what lies above.
A girl in her early twenties is sitting between dark forests. She has a big shovel in her hand and her face is red as if someone had painted it like that. Sweat drops were falling off her forehead. Fear was clearly visible in her eyes. Her white dress was covered with mud. Her actions are confounded. “tak tak…tak tak…” the sound of the shovel used for digging the soil was breaking up the silence of that dark night. There was something which she was searching for. The darkness horrified her and it was clearly visible in her actions.
Suddenly it started raining. It had never rained it that part of the world. Was it a bad notion? There was a small butterfly inscribed on the back of her neck. She was wearing a big cross in her neck as if I was meant to save her from something. The rain drops made the design clearly visible. It would have surprised anyone with the scene of a young girl digging and trying to search something in the middle of a dark and spooky forest.
No one had visited this place before. The dark and spooky jungle was abandoned by people of Avina. It was once a part of Gulero which now had become the exteriors of Avina. Strange stories had captivated everyone’s courage of going out there.
She started removing the sand with her bare hands. She had scratches and bruises all across her hands. She could still not find the thing. She stood up and started running here and there. She was scared of something or someone. She went to another pot and started digging there. Hoping to get something her hands started working fast. The place was strange. Wherever she had delved till now had strange things coming out from it. It looked like a part of a bone. Not sure whether human or animal but it was a bone. Suddenly the digging stopped. Her shovel struck on something hard inside the soil. She smiled but still was filled with horror. She held a small metal box in her hands. It was a strange old fashioned box.
She moved her fingers slowly on it rubbing off the sand from its upper surface. The moment she was opening it she heard a big cry in the forest. It sounded as if someone was stabbed at some far end. It was excruciating and horrifying cry. Rhiana was scared. She did not want to turn and look behind. She could sense something behind her as if someone was standing there. Gathering all her courage Rhiana determined to turn back. As soon as she turned a strange bright beam of light strike her.
Her soul is pure
But the past haunts
Some truth buried
Beneath the soil