Prarthana Nanda

Drama

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Prarthana Nanda

Drama

The Eye: Window To The soul

The Eye: Window To The soul

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William had gone missing for more than a year. All investigations had failed to locate the greatest scientist and wizard ever known to mankind. It was known that he had cursed his killer who was bound to be found, but I wasn’t suspecting anybody. Then, I met ‘him’.

 

I lived in an isolated village, deep inside the woods. A river that passed through our village often gave life to it and created a sense of tranquility for many; but not me, for that is where I first saw him.

I could never look straight into his eyes. No matter how much I willed myself to, I just couldn’t. There was something about him that just got to me and never had I met anybody like him before.

He walked out, an image forming out of the shadows, just as the moon hid its face behind the clouds. He walked towards the river, plunging our village into complete darkness but for the weak fire burning at its heart. Immediately over a hundred arrows of fear buried themselves into the hearts of the villagers instilling a crushing silence over the entire place.

He stood by the river, looking into his reflection with extreme discomfort, his hand on something sharp protruding out of his pocket. Then, all of a sudden, he looked up at us, just as all of us looked down, catching his eye, so mysterious and radiant that I almost started believing in all the fantasies I had heard as a child.

His eyes were black with multi-colored strokes merging together to form a brilliant shade of pink, with a milky glow to them, compelling us all to look down.

The boy returned his gaze back to the water one last time before turning around and walking away from the moonlight that had reappeared. He walked back into the shadows, leaving us all wondering as to who he was.

The boy vanished, coming back to the river only on new moon nights. Once I gathered enough courage to ask him about his father, to start a conversation, but the only thing he said was that all scientists belonged in a lab, turning his attention onto me forcing me to look down at his reflection, making me shiver with fright.

Time moved on. However, the boy never left my mind, pressing me to do a little research.

It wasn’t hard to believe that his eyes were a result of an experiment gone wrong or that he came out only during new moon nights due to a case of selenophobia.

However, it did not explain how his reflection was not his own but of a man, William Smith by name, wearing a lab coat, the left pocket right over the heart, stained with blood, a dagger sticking out of it.

What bothered me the most, was the striking resemblance they shared, and that the dagger sticking out was the same one the boy carried, clutching it guiltily all the time.



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