"Once upon a time...",
I looked deep the blue ink drying out of my quill, there was just no story to concoct. I gazed out of my window unto the dark hazy sky flooded with dark clouds hardly I could witness the moon.
Tring tring tring...The phone rang breaking the silence.I turned back transfixed at the red Beetle phone screaming at top of it's voice and then after sometime the stark susurration lingered. That silence was beautiful I took my quill and dipped in the ink and rose up to wet my drying larynx. I gulped the cold water I felt shiver dancing in my gut, the clock struck 00:00 with the thud.
"Open the door", there was continuous banging on the door I left the half finished glass of water on the slab and treaded cautiously towards the door holding the sword I had that belonged to my father, I didn't believe in fairy tales when he used to acquaint me with the over the top tales , "son, this dagger belonged to the patron of the Eagles".
I had no idea about the eagles or falcons whenever my father blabbered their tales, I took out the sword from it's sheath and opened the door, a cloaked lady with the attire that was wierd to me collapsed in my arms , her veil dropped revealing her face to my surprise the clouds parted away giving ways for the glistening moon to shine, so was her face.
"my name is Claudia, Oh son of Salem, you are the chosen one, wield your sword and face it to the moon", I didn't get to the details and didn't think apt to question a half dying beautiful lady, perhaps. #shayri#peace#Hindi#yqbaba#yqdidi#flash_fiction#fairytalestaught
