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Anami: The ButterFly
On a warm summers night, away from watchful eyes, a new born was robbed from her kingdom and banished.
She was handed over to a simple man in a far away land. Anami, he name her. The bearer of her own destiny, it was written in the stars.
The simple but wise man and his equally simple but wise and spirited wife took the new born in and raised her with their gentle souls and protected her fiercely.
They taught her what no school could ever teach and embed in her soul. The strength of humanity, the power and significance of the truth.
In their shadow, like a seed, she flourished and grew to be a tree with strong roots and wide spread branches.
She was the wild wind. Fierce. A tongue twister. A firecracker of a girl.
But her carefree spirit, carried a scar in her heart. The scar and pain of abandonment. A constant throbbing, that can't be ignored on days. The bittersweet reminder of her truth. A daughter abandoned, a daughter not birthed by her pagli punditayan.
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Seventeen years later, here she stood face to face, facing that very scar. The woman who had abandoned her. The woman who had now come to stake a claim on her. She had came to take her as the replacement of her now dead son.
A replacement...not a daughter.
A daughter once given up in favor for a son. A daughter now retrieved to attain a throne.
She looked at this woman, with nothing but indifference. She was worth no other emotion. No other emotion would she display, not before her. She, disowned her like the woman had once disowned her. She disowned her title of mother and daughter.
Torn apart from the family she loves with all her breath. Ripped from them and exiled. She takes them with her, she carries them in her heart.
They won't be erased; their love, their words, their teachings navigating her every journey.
She may have given into the selfish and deceitful woman but she hadn't given up.
When she placed her first step inside the Red Realm, ripples formed and crashed through walls. Faith dropped her pen and erased her link. Equations changed, relationships fell, the course of time altered its needles, just by the flap of her wings.
Surround by vulturous ready to take the dive, stood the bearer of her destiny, with a smile. Her actions screaming she won't be anyone's dolls.
She's not easy to ignore. She won't be ignored.
She walks the Red realm carefree, fearless, with chaos in her every footstep. Reminding all, here she is. She will not hide nor cower. She will not be intimidated behind their high walls.
She'll walk their grounds like queen. She'll steal their peace, she'll test their patients, she'll question every motive.
She's unmasked the masked all her life. She'll look you in the eyes and seek out secrets. She'll explore locked doors.
Choose your words wisely, use them carefully. Think before you act, thinking before who you take a heavy hand at.
She's not one to sit and clap. She's not one to look the other way.
She'd shred your clothes apart with her scissor lips. She'll leave with your honor and pride, laying at your feet.
She's been observing for awhile; the boy with lowed eyes and defeated shoulders, weaken sprite. His just as trapped and alone as she is, in a house of ruthless vulturous.
So wronged they were. So common they were and yet so apart.
He, the unloved illegitimate son, no one wanted.
She, the girl child, no one wanted.
She befriends him and be his protector. They were two outcasts finding companionship in each other.
But she doesn't know, this silent boy has been observing her too. His been taking notes, measuring and weighing her out. Finding her weak spot. His a snake in the grass; a player apart. She's the butterfly he wants by his side. The butterfly who flaps her wings and empires fall.
Will she see through his facade? Or fall into his hands? Can a true bond born from this game of lies?
She maybe trapped within Red Walls but her wings cannot be bind. She's untamable, unattainable. A mind with a will of its own.
She's a seventeen year old. Brave and bold. And though she won't cry it out loud or carry it on her face; She's a seventeen year old yearning for home.
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~Summer
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
Cricket
Jhanak
