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Jean Angel - The Child Of The Prophecy

Jean Angel, Volume 1

Atul Arjun Mohite

Published by Atul Arjun Mohite, 2020.

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JEAN ANGEL - THE CHILD OF THE PROPHECY

First edition. August 1, 2020.

Written by Atul Arjun Mohite.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Prologue

“Tell me, what do you see?”

Shyam

One Year Later

A letter

Kala Nagari

A school that he never belonged to

Angel

Jean

Renee

The child of the prophecy

The Cave

The Medicine

A kingdom beyond the forest

Radha

Tara

Angel

The Other Genius

Epilogue

About the Author

Prologue

It had been a long time since the people of Zesia gathered in such a huge number. There were several rules, and one was that there should be no gathering unless ordered by the king. They all were there to discuss just one thing – the prophecy.

There was an elderly man living in Zesia named Mohan, almost nearing the age of death. He could barely walk on his own – so there was no question that he couldn’t work. The only ability he had was to predict the future, which happened to him very naturally and mostly through his dreams. Most surprisingly, all his prophecies had converted to the truth, irrespective of how much people believed in them. They all had led to the prosperity of Zesia except this one time when he predicted the city’s destruction:

The king shall be removed from his position, and the one doing that will be someone who could see things that others cannot! While he shall carry God’s scar on his chest, and when he enters, the golden days for this kingdom shall come!

His words got the attention of the people of Zesia immediately. Very soon, everybody started talking about his prediction. Everyone, including the kids, the women, all the working and non-working men and the old as well, asked Mohan the same question – “When shall ‘He’ come?” He was going to narrate in detail for those who had gathered together. All were tired of the King and his strict rules, and their inner selves demanded freedom – the freedom of choosing their profession, the freedom to raise their children as per their wish, and not forcefully joining the king’s army. They wanted art, music, literature to be available in Zesia like that of their neighbouring city, Kala Nagari. Some of them were fortunate enough to have been there a few numbers of times, and some had even settled in there after they had enough of the king’s rule.

“Move! Everybody, move out of the way!” a deep and husky voice came from the crowd.

“It’s the king,” someone in the crowd announced. Everybody made a way for the king immediately. Very soon, the king was standing in front of Mohan. Everybody was silent. They were eager to know what the king would say about Mohan’s prophecy. It is not easy to accept your own downfall after all, even though you were the king. The king waited, thinking that Mohan would speak first and ask for his forgiveness. But Mohan stayed quiet. The only indifference was that his head wasn’t down like the others surrounding him. In fact, he held his head high, expressing that he had done nothing wrong.

Being angry and insulted, the king’s words came out with much fury, “Tell me, what did you see?”

“I saw a path towards glory,” Mohan responded.

“Really? How?”

“By bringing you down.” A soldier took out his sword and stepped forward, but the king stopped him.

“Whom did you see, bringing me down?”

“That I cannot say. But he would be someone...”

“Someone?”

“Someone who could see things that others couldn’t.”

“Really? Haha...aha ...!” the king broke out into laughter. Mohan was astonished to see the king react in that way – after hearing of his downfall, the king should have reacted differently; he should be getting angrier instead.

But then the king explained, “Do you think a mad person can take away my kingdom? Do you?” He burst into laughter again.

“I didn’t say mad. I only said that...”

“Someone who could see things that others couldn’t, is it? That’s what the mad does! Now, if you ever talk about this to anybody, you know what I can do to you.”

“I’m not afraid of you now, Robert. The time has come. He will lead this kingdom to glory. You will see!”

“How dare you take the king’s name!” one of the king's guards took out his sword, but the king stopped him again.

“Whoever this man you are talking about, is he from my kingdom? Or somewhere else, eh?”

“That I must not tell you.”

“You should; otherwise, I’ll cut your throat!”

“I’m not afraid of you. Had I been afraid, I would have never talked about the prophecy. It was my duty – to share what I see and make you aware of the things that are coming forth.”

“So, you are not going to tell me then.”

“I have told you enough.”

“All right, then! Guards, you know what to do!” The king turned his back to Mohan and left, heading towards the royal chamber.

The guards grabbed Mohan. “Any last wish?” one of them asked.

“You know my wish,” said Mohan.

Without even thinking twice, the guard sliced Mohan’s throat. The next thing that they all knew was that Mohan was lying dead right where he told the prophecy. Many cried since he was their beloved person. He must have told countless stories to people, which inspired them in their troubled times, including his dark prophecies that never failed to come true. They all wished and prayed that his last prophecy would come true. King Robert would have to pay for what he did.

*****

“Tell me, what do you see?”

“What’s with the yelling?” asked Tara.

“Nothing’s unusual! Someone’s on trial,” Prince Roger continued to enjoy his breakfast without even getting bothered about what his father was doing.

“This is ridiculous! When will he ever stop torturing those poor people?”

“Ah, here’s someone getting emotional. Have you forgotten what father has told us?

“What?”

“One moment,” he bit into his food. While he was chewing, he said, “Between the battle of emotion and reason, what wins?”

“Reason. I know,” Tara waved her hand, “But neither what he is doing is properly reasoned nor do what I think is emotional.”

“Well, that maybe, mother, but your job is to support him and not to oppose him all the time. You will get us both in serious trouble someday.”

“Like we are not already?” Tara said disappointedly.

“Is something wrong? Did he say something to you?”

“Why should he even talk to me? He is busy all the time, killing people. He says that I am like them too, emotional, and so weak! Sometimes he even beats me for that; not as much what he does during the trials though. I am lucky to be alive but merely a slave.” Tara wiped as the tears rolled down her eyes.

“You are not a slave. You are a queen, remember? You have immense powers. I don’t know what we can do about it right now, but let’s just think of the bright side of things. You have the most powerful man as your husband.”

“I’m not sure even if he considers me or not. I will have to struggle to remember the last time we had a long conversation, forget the romance.” Tara peeked through the window. She saw that someone was being dragged for the trial again. She just closed her eyes and prayed for the man.

*****

It was the third time that day that a poor man was being dragged in front of the king against his will. He was beaten up and tortured severely that he could have collapsed at any moment. But he had to stand straight, lowering his head to respect the king. Deep inside, he was dead already.

The king smirked and twitched his mustache in pride.

“Your highness! This man...,” the guard who brought the man for a trial began, but the king stopped him immediately by raising his hand. The guard bowed and stepped back. The king leaned forward and stared at the man. Silence prevailed, but the poor man did not look up.

“Tell me, what did you see?” questioned the king, raising one of his eyebrows. The poor man did not answer. He was afraid and believed that with one wrong word, he would be dead.

“Answer the question!” the guard hit him in his stomach. The farmer collapsed on the ground, but as being in front of the king, he immediately tried to get up. He swallowed in pain and uttered something.

“Louder!” said the king.

“It was a man,” said Gopal.

“What man?”

“I don’t know. He just said that he...wants to be my friend.”

“Friend, eh?” laughed the king, “Did he say anything else?”

“No, your grace! Your men just saw me talking to him, and they dragged me here without telling me anything. Please let me go. I have done nothing wrong.”

“You think you could talk to the invisible and plead innocence in front of me?” the king stood up furiously.

“I saw him, clearly, your grace! I even heard him talking to me. He said he wanted to be my friend.”

“Bloody creatures! Nobody saw him. He was never there. Your brain is damaged! I wish not to have any filthy people like you in my kingdom anymore. Kill him, guards, before I do that myself!” The king was going to leave the room after ordering the death penalty for Gopal. His offense was simply that he was brain-damaged – at least that was what the king thought. The king got up to leave, furiously.

“No! Please! Wait! I beg your mercy! I have a wife and children.” Gopal burst into tears. The king stopped and looked back at him.

“Children, eh? Do they see him too?”

“See who, my lord?”

“That man who wants to be your friend!” the king looked into Gopal’s eyes.

“No, my lord! They have never seen him.”

“And how can you be so sure about that?”

“They are my children, my lord! They never hide anything from me.”

“I see, but that still doesn’t change anything. They are your children, little ones, but still creatures! The only one who will live is your wife. She has nothing to do with it. Besides, she is very beautiful, I heard!” Playing with the moustache, the king said, “Kill him and the children. Bring his wife later.” Then he left the hall. The poor man continued begging and crying for mercy, but the king was already gone, probably in search of his enemy—the one who can see what others cannot!

Shyam

Shyam was distracted from his work of guarding Robert’s empire as he heard the sound of a piano. That was strange! It was coming from somewhere near the king’s bedroom. It couldn’t be the king because he was on vacation. Shyam was almost hypnotized and attracted by the sound of the music. He couldn’t win against his mind and started to go towards the source of the melody. He went slowly, without letting the piano player be disturbed by his footstep. His curiosity took him almost inside the king’s bedroom. He hid against the door

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.12.2023
ISBN: 978-3-7554-6391-7

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