Oblivious Enmity3 mins 17 3 mins 17
As an author, I always wanted to create my own dystopian world but I had no idea that I was be so blessed to get to live in one. A world where perspicacity is crime. A world where people can speak but don't have ears to hear. A world where everyone is busy in their lifeless lives.
I remember it was just another day in my life. I was suffering from a career deadly disease; writer's block, since a year then. So, everyday I'd sit in my backyard sipping my special coffee; half spoon of sugar, a cardamon and a spoon of milk and observe the movement of every particle around me for inspiration. There was nothing much special about the day and so does with my life. Sun was burning like hell and all I wanted was some shade but then the shade was too dull for me and by the time I figured a perfect place, my coffee was no longer perfectly hot but because of lethargy, I didn't want to go to kitchen to heat it again or make a new one, so instead I started engulfing the same and cursing my pathetic situation. Suddenly I heard police siren. Obviously I didn't pay much heed to it. Why would I? Police station was just a block away; sirens were usual. But then I realised that something was different that day. The sirens were followed by an announcement. All the residents of Thresa island are requested to assemble in the city hall. As I heard the announcement I stepped out of my cottage to find my neighbours already gossiping about the incident. After a brief discussion, we finally headed to the city hall which is just a couple of kilometres away.
All the 150 residents gathered in the city hall that was literally in the backyard of the governor. Once the crowd settled, the governor stepped on the podium and started addressing. I don't remember much of his address except for spirits, worship, technology and future.....Nevermind, we left and the remaining day went the expected way, at least for me. But the next day, everything changed. For a moment I felt as if I was dreaming. There were trains running on the clouds, unicorns were racing on the roads and some eerie-shapeless object was riding them. As unicorn passed by any person, he bowed to pay homage to the shapeless thing. I too started doing it...after I was punished for not doing it.
Eventually, I realised what was going on. Our very reputed municipality liberated these spirits from the mountains that lined the island from the north. The spirits gifted us with technology and magic but at the expense of our freedom. No one had any problem with it except for me, I believe.
After a year of struggle, I finally came across a way to tackle the spirits; a verse from the book of deife. So, I left my house in search of the book.