The Seeker of Light

This is the continuation of Shameen Rizwana’s Chapter 7 - Queen of the Cursed Land

She walked along the marble corridor which was illuminated by torches that held cold, blue fire. Everything about the place was cold. Dark. She passed through the tunnel of mist, dreading the coldness that would grip her and the torment it would unleash on her soul. The price one has to pay to see him.

“Master!” she quivered, looking at the tall dark figure that stood staring at the mirror, apparently seeing nothing.

“What do you have for me?” He asked, without turning around.

“The thirteenth queen the prophecy predicted is here, she was crowned nine hours back!” The news didn’t seem to bother the dark figure that stood erect, seemingly absorbed in the mirror.

“Tell me something new!” his voice whipped out like a lash cutting through the cold air.

She mewled with terror and her entire body trembled with fear “Zuta has gifted her The Riddler- the frog!” At that he turned and looked at her. She cast her eyes down, unable to face the lifeless blue eyes that swirled within like liquid mist.

“Ah”! He mused, “The power of a gift! Let’s see what she’s up to. Shall we?”

He ran his handsome fingers through the fine glass of the mirror. It rippled like a pool of liquid silver, whirl-pooled within the ornate golden frame and cleared. The mirror showed a reflection which was bright, well-lit and decorated. She looked at the familiar walls of the Queen’s chamber and an equally familiar form of a pretty woman with raven black hair garbed in a dress of blue lace. She was at the moment hovering beside the bedpost, slowly making her forward towards the frog. He watched intently as the scene unfolded itself on the mirror.

“Ok!” Priya murmured after a deep breath. “Ask away!”

“What is life, the way of everything and nothing? What is constant; day and night, life and death? What begins at the beginning and ends at the same?” the frog croaked.

Priya looked at the frog, churning its words in her mind. The answer came to her without effort, like it always wanted to come out.”A cycle! “She said, “I mean… a circle!”

The moment she said it, an arrow whipped past her, almost grazing her ear. It hit the frog with such a force that it pierced through it and pinned it to the wall. Queasy green liquid started oozing out of the little creature. “I still have time for one question” wheezed the frog, “Ask me the right one!”

“What is my destiny?” she whispered through her sobs.

The frog smiled and wheezed “Last of light, blood of Freyja! Seek the light within and the nine worlds. Vanquish the enemy that sees all and knows all. Seek the water that stills and flows, for there is the mirror where answer shows” With that last words and a wheeze life exited from the amber green eyes.

He saw the lifeless creature on the mirror and his black lips curved into a cold, gruelling smile.

Passing the torch to Salesh Dipak Fernando

This is an entry for the “Tagged” contest by Author Kaarthika and The Chennai Bloggers Club. Kaarthika’s new book Tagged hits the Amazon store on the 29th of May 2016



I am Krupa, a regular nutcase, with a crazy impulse to write lot of stories and poems. Am Indian, crazy, creative, bookworm, incurable romantic and insatiable Coffee lover.

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