Chapter 3-Borrowed

                “There is no one else I trust with this task! The news is too big to put to risk, please bunny I will hear no more arguments on this so cease the shouting match you intend to throw at me right this moment.” Agron’s face was contorted in rage. Emotions are the greatest enemy to rational mind. He had been repeating this over and over to his little peril but the psyche seemed to have gone into hibernation.

                The same cerebrum that had soared at the first chance for blobs of awareness was now disregarding such an avid opportunity. Sometimes Agron couldn’t help question the sanity of the exquisite mind he had taken to train. “You know I hate that city. You know my…history” brown eyes looked lost but it did nothing to coax the tempestuous oceans that were spewing venom. The helpless look on Alaina’s face only helped infuriate the already vexed soul further. “Don’t look at me with those helpless eyes. I never had nor will ever have any sympathy for anyone. Why the hell can’t you grasp the importance of this project? And as for your past, it is exactly that! PAST! Get rid of it or if you can’t do that, stop all this drama of trying to discern, striving to excel! You can’t do two things at the same time. I have told you numerous times, focus, focus, but you never pay any heed! Go back to your family; let your dad find you an eligible groom, get married, have children and get settled into the beaten track of life if that is what will give you peace. But please, for the last time I am requesting you, please stop making my already erroneous life even more so! Either you focus on your job, or take my apprenticeship as nullified. You may leave.” Alaina stared at the face of the one man who was the mast to her inner peace.
                Through the elongated chastising, the salvo that had raged was nowhere to be perceived and it really satisfied the inherently reclusive girl to see that the greatest of the psychics had botched to discern her. “I will think sir.” Ah, there, she must have said something more, just one sentence, that too this short; Agron was sure to pierce the castle this time. Sure enough, two eyebrows elevated themselves skyward and a skeptic frown graced the usually serene features. The orifice though, remained emotively shut. The project must really be of exponential value, Agron was not known for bypassing an opportunity to sermon. Bemused, the bairn crossed the threshold before closing its wards with a thud. Interactions between the duo had changed subtly after that darkest night. Discrete once-overs of concern, elongation to the already elongated silence, the churning growling vocables of the silence, the forsaken path trodden without inquest, subtle changes otherwise invisible to the way-ward bystanders but indubitably apparent to the populace in question. This hasty change in behavior disturbed the perceptive damsel to the ends. Agron was not one to waste his breath, he valued himself too much. Nor would he generate a panorama without cause. Was the project really this important that Agron would bellow her down?
                “Intend to continue with our regular custom or happen to have fallen in love with this office house?” The voice that had been haunting her views moments back stood blocking her view at the moment. “I…well, definitely” Alaina pushed herself off the miniscule cubicle housing her person and stepped astride the royalty personified. The hour was really late; she must have been daydreaming for more than half of the day. Pulled back into the memories of the city that had devastated her life along with the shut-out from the effigy of her being, time had meant little. “Enough! Either you end our session today or speak up what is troubling you; or if it any of your emotional stuff that is troubling you please let us call this a session because I am really dead tired of your brooding. All day you continue to brood, all day!””Agron, I was thinking, I will go for the project.” Nimble feet jumped up at once and Alaina suddenly found herself extremely lacking in breath. “That’s my girl! That’s my girl! Don’t feel insecure…many things happen, learn to detach your mind from your body. Be bold, be rough and make sure everyone sees only your smile, never let anything perturb you. You, are not weak, you are my brave, strong girl.”
                All the insinuations, all the pain, all the venom injected seemed to be drawn right out of her by this one embrace. The epitome of peace and sanctity seemed to draw all negative energies, all negative thoughts out of her. The memories, the chills, the fears that had been troubling the daredevil suddenly dimmed in this bright hue. If something could bring such extreme pleasure to Agron, couldn’t she risk going back to her discarded family for once? Mother had always loved her dearly; though she preferred comparing her to every person within human view. Father had been her Everest until this apprenticeship; would it be so hard to face the questioning eyes? Would it be so hard to mollify some loved people? Alaina lifted her chin in determination. She was his girl and if Agron found such pleasure in her achievements, if he wanted her to soar, she would; then if her wings deceived her, that would be dealt with later. The memories, the fear that had housed in that city had already been washed clean in that darkest night of her life. Now, purged in the all accepting blaze, she was ready; ready to answer all the questions people could through her way, ready to face the people she had let down.  “Shall we call it a day my darling?” The black head bobbed in acceptance all the while housed safely under the chin of the tall static structure. “Maybe you need to move a little to go, right?””Huh? Oh, yeah right!” Alaina stepped away, breaking her musing; the usually placid cheeks colored up. A strong hand suddenly came up and enveloped the tiny ones. “Come.” The silence in the gait spoke volumes, yet…Alaina felt like talking for once, shutting her eyes the little poetess let the warmth from the nucleus of her life spread throughout her being. The brown planetoids were lighted challenging their celestial counterparts, 

“Horizons

I can only see you in the mirror of my psyche,

The songs of isolation that drift from horizons unknown, still bears the lilt of your voice

Still reminds me, you are there, you always will be there…

The bird that spread its wings and took off to the endless blues taking comfort in your words,

Suddenly found its feathers aflame; pummeled onto the treacherous minerals;

Realization struck; this was its new home…

The mermaid who resided in the serenity with such serenity,

In hopes of reaching your blazing fulgurance, traversed the frontiers of the secure thalassic,

Realized, the naval was her pinion, and the naval…was scorched;

The unknown horizon whose call had started this race,

Naked feet had flown over jagged rocks driven by whose mystique,

Neither jewels priceless promised, nor glory infinite,

Glory graced with her jeweled crown but the race was made finite;

The parching of a race taken away, the aching rendered nil, the bowl if but flowing over, the hunger missing;

Neither did I call this glory nor the jewels invaluable, but your glory on my head rests, the crown I abhor;

May your call be the answer, let your answer be; cries of mine shall drown in my reverend worship of thee…”

A moment of silence, the oceans seemed to have clouded over; the pressure of the hand securing hers seemed to have increased with every syllable that dripped. “Shall we sit?” the soft query from the sonorous voice came as an utter surprise. “Sit? Where?””Anywhere, here come to this pavement.” Alaina found herself sitting abreast her wildest fantasy, closer than ever; drawing from heaven knows what inner daring spirit, the lady in question gently placed the tiny black globe on the broad wings. Alaina could almost hear the muscles work as a smile formed on those luscious throes. A deep rugged breath was pulled in through the clenched teeth before the jaws unfastened and out poured another calamity.

“Divine but forbidden

The beautiful glow of the holy full moon makes the sky so beautiful doesn't it?

A night sky with a full moon….it’s like the sweet meeting of two love birds

Innumerable stars a mute witness to their celestial love, a forbidden yet divine love story…

But are all love stories meant to be?

As night ends, the radiant sun who had by a loan of its immeasurable brilliance brightened the night…

Created the divine forbidden love story, unfolds in its full brilliance

Love doesn't let the moon leave….nor does it allow the moon to protest against its benefactor

Grateful and happy in its Lord’s bliss the moon simply worships from afar….a mere devotee

The proprietor of her Lord had at last returned….a long severance had ultimately commenced

Returned to take full possession of what was truly hers….what she had only loaned…

Graced a fractional homage to her absence through her alienated brilliance, a reflected splendor

Brilliant and breath taking even in its reflection….

Whenever the sun departs, different phases of the moon always grace the night sky

Magnifying its vividness, intensifying its delicacy

But a night does come when the moon is denied its loaned grace….

Present in the darkness without its luminescence it continues the eternal worship

Unquestionably though, the sun rises in its full glory even the following morning

Full in its glory, complete in its designation….

The forbidden story forgotten...and why not?

However divine, its still a forbidden love story….loaned…borrowed….”