Chapter VI: The Story of the World

“Holy, molly, Golmak. What the hell! Who are these girls?” Golmak kept typing on his pad.

 

“It seems Loimi had met a few witches who asked her to call them whenever she felt scared. She has a rhyme and my daughter has an elephant’s memory. She never forgets a word. So here they are, lovely ladies and there is a lad with the lassess. He is seemingly your making Golmak. Now what do we do?” Limie punched in her writing pad.

 

“You do nothing, sweetheart as we take it from here.” One of them spoke loud, shrill and clear. The turtles too seemed to pause a while to find out about it.

 

“How do we hear her, under the water?” Golmak punched again.

 

“I am behind you, I am reading whatever you are typing and I know you’re a mug Golmak.” She screeched and hissed almost at the same time.

 

“Wtf.” Golmak punched again.

 

Immediately, she cried out loud, “Oops my dear sister, oops. That is the new word in town right, ever since we left Earth not much has changed except the addition of some words like oops, wtf and LMAO. Does that make us feel old, dear sisters? Noooooo, never, ask why Golmak? Ask, ask.”

Her eyebrows laughed out dancing bright, her almost purplish lips spread wide and her hairs seemed like the weeds of the ocean, green and some bluish black streaks ran long falling on her shoulders recklessly. She had deep blue eyes which screwed up in the end and her sharp glare often seemed sharper than the knife. Both of them were illuminated as though from inside but none of their insides were visible.

“Tell me Golmak, I can’t be kept waiting so long.” She walked beneath the waters from one to the other side.

“I don’t know, I only want to know how are you burning so bright in this dimness and how on earth, can you speak underwater?”

“Well, to know it, you have to read the book and to know why we can illuminate ourselves from within, you’ll also have to read the book. Hahahaha……wasn’t that a joke in itself? WTF? Ohhh! I am already loving the word but you have still not answered my question, you asshole, moron mug.”

“What was the question?” Golmak types quickly.

“Does that make us old?” I repeat. She screeched, turning sharply, almost smacking Golmak with her left hand on the head.

“Yes. it makes you old, why, since all witches are old.”

She turned back from where she had walked and took quicker steps towards Golmak.

“Ohh brave boy, I love it, yes, you’re right. The answer is, we are old, yess…now that makes you our favorite lad. But does that mean we will let you see the book, or touch the book?” She removed a hair from her eyes, and stood with a child-like attitude with her hands on her hips.

“Look, it’s important. It is important to know who we are?” Limie punched on her pad while telling it in her heart.

“Every single person is trying to find that out, but is it that easy? No, it is sealed under layers and layers of opaque grey matter and you have to lift them all to know how to convert yourself into an energy form that can dissipate in thin air. But, yes, you’re special and maybe, you should know who you’re.” The other witch spoke for a long while.

 

“Gondola, Lesmila help me, help me survive.

I am deep in the waters; you have to drive.

I am in trouble and you are the Saviour.

I am loving, and you both endeavour.”

These words we taught your daughter and she touched the teddy around her neck. So, tada we’re here.

“Mom the cacklish one is Gondola and the more reserved one is Lesmila.” Loimi types on her colpad.

“Okay baby, you did something, I am not sure where it takes us, honey.” Limie typed back as she touched Loimi’s back stroking it gently with her finned hands.

“We’re not here to of course harm you, but guard you both as you both are precious. Precious for this whole world, I mean.” Lesmila added.

“Universe, idiot! Universe, for the whole Universe. You give rise to something that sets the strings in motion.So, now come on, do as we say.” Another cackle that almost blasted off their ears, including Lesmila.

Suddenly a bullet flew from somewhere far and settled in the middle of this entire hokus pokus and the trajectory of the bullet seemed like a spray jet in the water. 

Gondola suddenly stopped laughing and looked back with her hands in the air to conjure a spell. Lesmila ran behind her to stop her, “No, dont. It is the same man who flew down with us here.”

Gondola screwed her eyes until they were almost invisible. “Almost?” She asked back in a sing-song sarcastic tone.

“Yes, almost. Let him go, I am sure he didn’t hear a word of it.” Lesmila argued back.

“No, I heard you all.” The man said as he spoke using a funnel-like equipment which he held close to his mouth.

“Check it Lesmila. Do you still want to save this idiot and I am sure you’re not dating any man, so far as I know, and definitely, not this idiot. So tell me what we can do with him?

“Let’s tie him up, there is a lot of seagrass in here.” Lesmila suggested.

“Are you out of your bloody, throbbing mind Lesmila. Please don’t shame me. We are witches for Aqua’s sake, don’t say that, we can conjure thick, tight ropes and we can tie him anywhere.” Gondola’s eyes were still invisible.

Lesmila turned her back to the man, who stood with the gun in his hand but yet, the bullets did not somehow leave the gun, he was pulling the trigger again and again but it seemed to have jammed.

“We are getting late, we must hurry up. Even if we travel at our speed it would be a long way. Do whatever you wish to do with him but make it fast. We wait for you on the other side of the tunnel.”

Lesmila beckoned the troop to follow them and somehow Gondola’s face told she was pleased for the first time ever with Lesmila’s decision or else most of the time, they would be fighting to get the work done in the best way.

Her snaky curls floated behind her for more than a mile, so it seemed.

After some time, she made her way through the thin, tight, suffocating tunnel where the water was muddy and awfully smelly. But to make it to the other end this was the only way. Numerous glowing eyes waited to devour her but then her hairs began to glow, and all the creatures of the dark hid fast, clearing the winding, shrunken path for her.

“One problem solved. Another to go.” Saying that Gondola moved her hands in the air and screamed out loud- “Khwaskmirish Ahakara ihui neuit.”

The water momentarily removed from her way and the dry tunnel looked more like a swamp.

“Aggh don’t tell me I have to walk through the swamp.” She screamed again.

In a moment her hands were rolling up in the air and her purple nails gave out a spark, grey in color which dried the swamp for her.

Earlier in the day, when Lesmila tried the spells, Limie asked her how these words were enough for clearing up her path when she uttered them but not when Lesmila uttered them.

To this Lesmila had replied, “I am sure you don’t know how words work. They are locks to hidden portals. Our ancestors left back the words and sayings but took away the power these or rather any words have on humanity. The earlier generations were also instructed to change the form of words. It is thus that they say, “Only words are enough to kill and create.” 

“We also say, words are like shot arrows. We are told to use them carefully.” Limie had added.

“Yes, of course, merely by changing the composition of the words, the whole world can transform from order to chaos within years. It is what has already been done when last time, the languages were transformed by your previous generations.” Lesmila smiled back at Limie who seemed to be gobbling it up.

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