And he ran, like the winter breeze colliding into the hard metal pillars and crashing waves hitting the shore line. The pinching chillness of the cave making him feel suffocated. His clothes and hair, slick with perspiration, clung to his skin despite the coldness around. He swatted another pesky ice fly. Blood rolled down his chin in thick, dark beads. He could feel his heart throbbing inside his chest. His skin felt like it was being frozen and burnt at the same time. Arriving to his destination he knelt immediately, head bowed and hands out.
"My lord, this servant has something to report."
The cave suddenly felt a lot more colder, Kota couldn't help but feel like a boulder of ice was thrust onto his shoulders. Swallowing the urge to scream, he grunted and maintained his head bent position.
"Oh? What was so important that you felt emboldened enough to disrupt my sleep?"
The tone of the question was more mocking and admonishing rather than actually confused.
"This servant saw her being born my lord, the one without a twin."
Unknown to Kota, the devil lord raised his lips to a frightening smirk.
"What did they name her?"
"Drishti, my lord."
"Vision of the blinding light, indeed the name is suitable."
"My lord?"
"Be vigilant, she can see you. Keep her alive."

With those words everything shrouded in darkness.

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In a tattered hut far far away, a shrill cry of a newborn baby broke through the silence of the night. In the shade of the lamp, the father bursts into tears of relief and joy. He turns his glossy eyes to his wife and in a voice that's almost broken he tells her they have a beautiful daughter.
Despite the absence of a midwife, the baby and the mother look healthy.
Through her exhaustion she smiles, and she lets her eyes leave his face to take in the baby that looks like a little angel. In that moment she begins to cry the sweetest tears she's ever known, all the pain of moments before melting away. This is her child, a part of her soul.

"Hi there little angel. I'm your mommy." She whispered as she smiled brightly while her tired eyes twinkling at the sight of the child.

"What should we name her?" Asked the father, watching the warm scene which tugged at his heartstrings.

"The one who sees in the darkness of light, let's call her Drishti." The mother said hands tightening as she held the baby firmly in her arms.

"A sweet name for a sweet child. Perfect choice dear." He smiles,

Unknown to both of them, danger lurks in the shadows not far from their small cocoon of warmth. Amidst the faint rustling of leaves, burrowed deep in the canopy of a babool tree, hides a man. Nothing much can be revealed about the crouching figure, other than the vibrant blue color of his eyes. With his face covered by a black mask, the man observes silently the on goings of the crumbling hut. He shifts, gloved hands revealing the silver dagger which glints in the moonlight. He crawls alone, a lone wolf out to hunt his prey. But as his fingers latch onto the curtain to reveal the inside of the hut, A shrill cry sounds again, followed by hushed whispers and then sweet lullabies. In an instant, his hands freeze, body nimbly rushing back to his crouched position beneath the canopy.

Perhaps it isn't time yet. I'll give you a few years little one. I wonder how well you will fight then.

And just like that he vanishes into thin air, body rushing back to the dark hole he had crawled out of.

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Drishti was happy. For the first five years of her life, everything was perfect. Her mother Poonam, treated her like a little flower. And her father Rajbeer was nothing but smiles in every moment they were together.

Growing up in such tender environment, she shined like diamonds, her every action laid with sweetness.

That is how it was, until shit hit the fans.

~theloner