Valour Tales: Flight of the Lark; Chapter 2 on pg 14

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proteeti

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Posted: 9 years ago

#41

Originally posted by: KrishnaPriyaa
Pro, when are you updating?

What a coincidence. I was just thinking of updating. I'll just polish it up, and then post it. 😳

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proteeti

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Posted: 9 years ago

#42

Originally posted by: suearmaniac
Hey proteeti :-D hope ur well dear. Thanks fr pming nd pls keep sending in ur links whn m nt active too. Coz in busy days nd times like stress i do cm here to find smthng gud to read. And ths was worth it. I hv sat in a bus nd hv experinced same thngs abt scenery of summer nd childrn chasing bs. U write so natural yar. Loving ths nd love ths extraordinary quality of knwng thngs abt hm. Curious abt the past luk frward to next part.

Thank you so much Suedi! I'm glad to know that this story was a stress-reliever for you. 😳

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proteeti

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Posted: 9 years ago

#43

V a l o u r T a l e s
P a r t I

Note:
Three languages are to be used in the story, and different text styles would be used to denote them.
Plain: English
Italics within " "s: Hindi
Bold: A medieval language based on Sanskrit.
Also,
Italics without " "s : Someone's thoughts.
I hope you will like this part. :$

C h a p t e r 1

The night rained as though there was to be no morning. The villagers spent the night awake, holding their children to their hearts and seeking pardon as they prayed to Indradeva to contain his fury.

THUD THUD!

Mitti jerked out of the momentary zizz she had slipped into.
She was tall and lean with an athletic bend of mind. Despite her pitch-dark complexion, she happened to be the object of desire of many men in the village.

Who would be so foolish to be out on such a night?! Quietly she shook awoke her son. As if trained beforehand, the boy immediately jumped up to his feet and slid behind the kitchen door. As Mitti tiptoed towards the door, holding her silvery dagger in one hand and the lamp in the other, the very night seemed to flicker in her eyes. She unbolted the door and stepped aside to let in the dark figure. In less than a second, she wheeled round to hold the dagger tight at his neck. Then, she lifted the lamp at level to scrutinize the face of the night's intruder.

Drenched to his toes, he was a young boy of about sixteen. Tall and dark, with sharp features, noted Mitti. "Who are you?" she asked sharply. "Please don't hand me in. I've been on the run for a month now. Believe me, I'm not a fraud!" "What are you, then?" Mitti asked sarcastically, "A Deva, or a Gandharva?" "Neither." he let out a sigh, "I'm a Prince of this land and the former Viceroy." Maybe the unreality of this statement had slackened her grip, because in a moment the young man wrenched the dagger out of her hand and threw away. "Sorry about that, but I can't risk you slitting my neck after so many days of toil." he smiled as Mitti glared at him. Almost lazily he forced back the hands of Mitti's son and forced him onto the ground. The child had retrieved the dagger and was about to attack him. "You should never attack a person when they're unarmed." he said calmly.
"Leave my son. Or else-"
"You'll call the soldiers? Go! Your son will be dead before you can leave the house."
"NO!" she shrieked. "Please!"
"I won't harm him if you don't harm me. Let me stay here for the night. I'll be gone before the dawn."
"Ah-okay. As long as you can manage in the kitchen. We don't have a guest room."
The boy merely grunted.

-'-'-

As chirruping birds struck the first notes of glistening dawn, Mitti awoke. She still could not entirely believe the last night's incidents. Slowly, she entered the kitchen. The boy was sleeping peacefully on a primeval bed of straw. His right hand was still gripping the handle of her dagger. Looking down at his tired face, she somehow could not bring herself to snatch the dagger from him. However, not wanting to leave her son alone in a house with an armed stranger she shook him awake. He sat up with a jerk.

Rubbing his eyes he spoke in a small voice, "Overslept? The usual. Never mind, I'll leave in a minute. Your dagger." Tucking it back safely away in her kamarbandh, she spoke in a matter-of-fact way, "Don't try that. It would be extremely foolish for a supposed convict on the run to strut about a crowded street. I'll wake you on time tomorrow."

As she crossed the threshold of the room with the empty pot, the boy called out to her, "Thank you. I would definitely have been caught if not for your generosity." "Do not conjure generosity out of blackmail." Mitti walked away, swinging the pot and banging the doors behind her.

-'-'-

Being left alone inside a kitchen in the wee hours of the morning after a hungry night was not what the prince was accustomed to. He knew he was supposed escape the house within a minute lest the woman double-crossed him. But not with an empty stomach, he decided.
As soon as he had picked up a mango from a basket near the opposite window, a shrill voice rang through the kitchen. He had nearly forgotten about the other person who lived here.

The boy shouted at him again, this time with a higher pitch, "That's not polite! After what Maa did for you last night, you go about stealing our food?"
"Ah, well, I'm sorry, I never meant to steal! Also, I'm sorry if I hurt you last night. I was nervous, you see-"
"That does not excuse this."
"Okay, I said I am sorry, right? I haven't eaten for three days!"
"You haven't eaten for three days?" The prince nodded.
"But then you must eat! I know where Maa keeps the rice and the curd. You can have some of that too. And yes I'm sorry for trying to hurt you too!"

-'-'-

When Mitti returned, she saw her son engaged in a deep conversation with the older boy, who looked both amused and exasperated. As soon as the child saw her, he broke into a new string of chattering, now addressed to her. "You know Maa, he says he's seen such huge elephants!" he stood up on his toes to emphasize, "And horses, and peacocks! Can you imagine that? You know? His name is also Veer!" "What?!" Mitti looked round at the two them.
"Yes, Raajkumaar Ranaveer, and I know, by now, that your son is called Veer as well." he finished, smiling at them.

Edited by Radhikerani - 9 years ago

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aanvi

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Posted: 9 years ago

#44

Resss!

Unres

Practically I am late but I am first also😆

Well, this was simply amazing!! So who is tht intruder??😉 mitti was also awesome. I loved the name-mitti! And viceroy? Then it is in British reign or what?? Plz clear my doubts. And why did she reacted that way listening his name?? Quickly update I can't wait!

Love, Anu.

Edited by aanvi98 - 9 years ago

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surbhi

@suearmaniac

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Posted: 9 years ago

#45

Oh wow! Got chapter1 as a treat to read 😃 thanks fr an excellent update. I love the detail with which u write. Its like thats jst running in frnt of me. I love the kid whn he got to knw the prince was hungry fr 3 days he offers curd rice. So into it. Lovely approach. <3

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Mahi

@Mannmohanaa

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Posted: 9 years ago

#46

Pro, you pmed this as That's Life Update 😆

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NONIE

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Posted: 9 years ago

#47

Fantastic chapter Proteeti😃

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LakshMe

@Milaksh

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Posted: 9 years ago

#48

This is awesome dear ! U r a very talented writer.

And I fell for the name Mitti...❤️

Very intriguing chapter..👍🏼

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GOLDIEE ABROL

@Gold.Abrol

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Posted: 9 years ago

#49

Beautiful start dear
Awesome part
Continue soon 😊

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Madhuri

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Posted: 9 years ago

#50

Beautiful chapter Radhka , very well conceived and well written, loved the story, admired the flow of narration !

This is such a beautiful story , as I was reading it there was a smile on my face , a proud smile , I am fortunate enough to have a glance of this classic style of writing . Love the way how your words flow easily, love your beautiful writing Radhika , so beautifully you depicted the emotions of Mitti with lot of feel , superlative👏!

Do you know one thing ? your words evoke some flashes of inspiration to every creative person in this forum !❤️