The sun had set already and soon it was going to be night. The wind was blowing furiously as if something miserable was going to happen. In the middle of a dense forest , a group of men in black clothes were chasing a 15-year-old boy. They looked like assassins who had been ordered to hunt that boy.
The boy was running for his life. His breath was shallow and rapid, he was trembling with fear as if he would not survive today. He was bleeding from his head to toe. The boy was filled with horror. The stench of his own blood was making the boy alert that if he tried to take even a second of normal breath he would be dead soon.
One of the assassins spoke to the other, "We must catch and kill him at any cost otherwise we will be the ones who are going to be dead."
After running for a long time the boy reached a dead end. The boy trembling with fear, blood and sweat on his whole body, saw there was no route to escape. There was a large river below the mountain. Even if he jumped off from the cliff in his miserable state he would die due to the free fall.
The assassins surrounded the boy on the landside. "Sorry little boy, but you have to meet your end today," one of the assassins said stretching his head, tightening his knuckles.
"I would do a suicide rather than being killed by you all dirty assassins," the boy shouted while taking deep and rapid breaths.
"Hannn... Look.... After making us chase him like dogs now he is going to die on his own," one of the assassins said mockingly.
"You should at least pay your life as a price for draining our energy, you shitty brat..."
The boy was looking for an opening to escape but he failed to do so. At last he had no other choice than jumping off from that cliff.
"Now come on... you little brat..." one of the assassins said.
"Okay I surrender," the boy said. He moved forward towards the assassins but actually he did a false act and jumped off from the cliff.
"Holy crap," said one of the assassins.
"We must kill him at any cost."
One of the assassins threw a dagger towards the boy that stabbed him through his chest. The boy fell into the river.
"He would be dead now but still we have to find his body to give it as proof. Let's go down there as fast as possible."
SCENE SHIFTS..........
It was raining very heavily. The lightning was no more different than a fierce shining sun and thunderstorms were so loud enough that ears may give up soon.
A man was standing clenching his teeth outside a house with a lit lamp, raindrops leaking through the roofs, walls made up of mud and woods.
"Raghu please come in," a middle-aged woman whimpered sorrowfully. The man standing outside instantly rushed into the house. He saw his wife had given birth to a baby boy. The boy was looking very weak and fragile. He was looking nothing more than a wooden doll made out of weak woods that may collapse at sby moment.
After seeing the baby and his wife in a miserable state his eyes filled with tears. His hands started shaking with fear as if the boy would die soon if he tried to hold him.
"The baby is so weak that he doesn't have enough energy to cry..." the middle-aged woman spoke with a face of disappointment.
"My boy... he is my child... even if he is weak I will never abandon him," the mother wailed, looking at her baby's fragile body.
The woman said with a gloomy tone — "Are you sure... will you be able to keep him alive... don't keep any expectations from him. It will not do anything good to you."
"I will... I will keep him alive," Raghu wailed. "I will do anything, I will do any kind of work just to feed him... just to keep him alive."
Raghu held his wife's hand gently and assured her saying, "Nandu, I will keep him alive, believe me... I will protect our child."
Raghu's wife Nandu started crying. Her shoulders were trembling. She was filled with sorrow of giving birth to such a fragile child. She was blaming herself for all this as if she was the main culprit behind this. She whimpered — "No, not only you, we... You should say we will do anything for our child." Raghu and Nandu started crying looking at the boy.
"Raghu... Look at his eyes," Nandu said to Raghu. "Look... his eyes are glowing... His eyes are filled with a spirit to live."
"Since he was born in a stormy night and despite being weak but with a great spirit for living in his eyes... We should named him Rudra.. A boy who was born in a fierceful night."
"Yeah... we should call him Rudra..."
Watching such a generous and heartfelt scene, it made the woman emotional. "I should take my leave now," the woman said gently brushing both of her hands, one on Raghu and the other on Nandu.
"Your fate might have decided already by the Great Lord, my lil guy, but if you have the determination to live, fight for it. Snatch your life from the god of death... Show him how powerful you are..." the woman said to the boy generously.
And then she left...
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What will be the fate of this kid Rudra? Will he fight for his life... to survive...? Will he make it out...? Will he really be able to change his fate...?
To be continued
