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Portfolio Entries from amadhava

  1. Drividian Unfolding - Chapter 1: Seeking a path... [edited version]

    My mother, my only surviving parent who I have adored since the moment the word "adore" entered my childish dictionary, has been bitten by a kuvarna. It was an accident which I was indirectly responsible for and has been driving me to climb walls, literally, in the last three days. And only her previously hidden (from me) skill as a 2nd stage unveiler prevented her from becoming my second deceased parent. She still has a high probability of being overcome with seizures at any time. Which is...
  2. A Marriage of Confusion: Chapter 1

    Chicago, September 5th, 2010 AD. She ached all over. It felt as though a battering ram had been slammed into her poor body repeatedly, by some fierce heavenly avenger. The avenger must have also been exuding a great deal of bright white light, because her eyes seemed to have been blinded. Maybe she was dead? Floating free, or in free fall in the heavens. Surely she was not in hell. Not in any of Dante’s levels, for surely she did not deserve that! “Dante?,” a hoarse voice whispered...
  3. A Marriage of Confusion: Prologue

    Jara’din’isk, 8th day of the month of Firi, 120th year Post Migration. Fathomless green eyes blazed out of the mirror. They had long been compared to soft glades and verdant grass, but currently, they were more reminiscent of an unquenchable forest fire, sparking and flaring with restive energy. Isana’ta’meraska, sole daughter and heir to Shilansa’ta’meraska, late formidable leader of the warrior Itraski, softly bit out every curse that she knew and some that were created in the frenzy of...
  4. Drividian Unfolding - Chapter 1: Seeking a path...

    I stood alone, with the wind swirling around me. No matter which way I turned rooftops ran away in rigid grids, a colourful quilt of brilliantly dyed clay tiles. A rainbow of emotions crept up slowly, only to accelerate and hammer me with vicious blows. Confusion… where were my markers, so painstakingly placed behind me as I had stalked the wounded perichyali on its way to its nest. Fury… the perichyali tracks had completely disappeared, rusty blood splotches and claw scritches swept away...
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