Kennedy | Part-2 | Qenis’s Hope.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. The characters of this story has no relation with any religion, cast, tribe, country or any thing. They are just mere thoughts of a writer in the disguise of the words

They were not there to protect Kennedy, they were being protected by him.

‘Have you ever heard of “Reselda”? ‘, asked Qenis’s mother.

‘Reselda?’, she giggled,’ what is this “Reselda”, mama.’

Qenis was a 15 years old teenage tribal warrior girl. At every night, she stays near the infamous pond, at a fine distance but at a viewable point and leaves only when Kennedy goes to sleep.

‘They are the rare kind of people, sent from heaven to nurture, protect and show us the glimpse of the divine power of the creator.’

‘Divine power…like angels?’

She always carries a sword around her waist, a dart-gun made by bamboos on the other side of her waist and a sharp dagger around her right calf.

‘No, my Qeneei, not angels, they appear just like us and lives in-between us.’

‘In-between!’

She always came to see him because she always finds it fascinating.

‘Yes, in-between us, in our tribe but no one can tell the difference between them and us.’

‘Why?’

‘Creator’s will; maybe HE wants them to know …’

Flowers under his head, tree’s leaves covering his body, alligators around him and his back is now on dry land.

‘…who needs their nurturing and who don’t…’

It’s time for Qenis to go back,’ …maybe He wants them to know…’, she looked at the moon, night’s sun, she thought.

‘…the difference between the Good and the Evil…’

On her way back, for the first time after many years, her eyes were filled with tears.

‘…the difference between the one who deserves this world and the one who don’t.’

She reached her home, locked the doors, sat on the body-sized cotton cloth and started to cry.

‘Moon looked …’, she gasps, ‘looked so beautiful today, mama. Just like you.’

That day something had lighted up the deepest and darkest place of her heart, a place where even she felt afraid to visit, a place where her beloved late mother still breathes and that day she felt like the moon had lightened up the place where her mother resides now.

Including her mother, 5 people had died last year which leads the tribe to do what they had done.

Kennedy was the black sheep all the way alone from his very birth but among the whole tribe’s men where Kennedy was an ominous kid, for Qenis, he was the person who her mother described as a ‘Reselda’.

‘Mama, what can “Resi”,”Rease”,” Reae”’

‘Reselda?’

‘Yes, what can they do?’

‘Anything, that Creator’s permit.’

‘Can they make this fish alive.’, spotting to the fish her mother was cleaning for dinner.

‘Well, yes but it wouldn’t be nice if my Qeneei has to sleep hungry tonight.’

‘Huh?’

‘If Reseld makes this fish alive that means that Creator wants it to live and then we will have no other choice than to leave it alive and sleep hungry tonight.

‘No, no,’, she began to pray,’ O Creator please don’t make it alive, I am hungry.’

‘O princess, wait for a little and have the heavenly meal by your mother’s hand.’, said her mother raising the fish high.

Both looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Originally published at https://aroundmyworld27.blogspot.com on August 24, 2020.