#Nikesh-Writes

  Photo by Martin Zaenkert on Unsplash “My Prince” I called out, but there was silence. The only sound I heard, was that of someone groaning. Fearfully, I ran back to the spot where we had started running from; he was lying unconscious on the floor. The prince had dealt with him. I bowed my head in shame; I had proven my folly once again.  “I’m so sorry my Prince” He was silent and didn’t seem interested in what I was saying. “No time to waste, they should be in one of the cells close by” he said, and we moved on, carrying with us the torchlight of the guard on duty whom he had just strangled. When we walked past another cell section, the inmates who noticed our presence began to shout. “Hey guards, get us water, get us food, we’re so thirsty, we’re so hungry!!” They weren’t our soldiers, so we ignored them and kept moving. Soon, we came across the area where our soldiers were kept; they were still in their red armour and golden helmets and were bound in chains. “Knight John!”...

  Photo by Martin Zaenkert on Unsplash When I opened my eyes, I felt something wasn’t right, I knew something wasn’t right.  The fact that I was standing on a battlefield only surprised me the more. And then, a bloodthirsty spear surged past me. It brushed a portion of my right ear, and blood began to gush out. I was in great pain. Holding my right ear with so much discomfort, I screamed. It was real; Indeed everything was real. Still in a state of shock and discomfort, I tried to understand my surroundings; I noticed that I was among soldiers who wore armour. Red in color. They were also putting on golden helmets.  It was a familiar sight; I’d seen them somewhere before; yes! They looked familiar, so I paused to remember where I’d seen such uniforms and helmets. Then it clicked; it was from a story I’d read a few days ago at home. It was one of my favorites; about the Prince and his knight who had tried to save the captured princess. She had been taken away by a neighbou...

  Photo by Zuzanna. J on unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/blue-and-green-peafowl-s9hAle7VyNk In the land of the birds, the aged king Eagle assembled all the young birds for a meeting; he was well advanced in years but had no successor. He was so worried about what to do. For days, He thought about who would take over his throne; it wasn’t going to be an easy one, selecting a new heir to the throne from amongst the young birds who were out there. He finally decided on what to do. “I have no son to succeed me after I am gone,” he said, amidst murmurings and discussions from different corners. “One of you will be my successor; one of you will be the next king of the land,” he said. On hearing this, the young birds chattered excitedly, asking themselves who it could be. The peacock and his friend Kite, sat at a corner discussing in low tones; “how does he plan to do it?” The Kite asked the peacock who seemed to be silent and pondering in thoughts.  “Well I know I can never be ...