Legends

Prologue

His hold was feeble. So was his pulse. She clung to it like dear life.

"No" she mumbled, her vision clouding as her eyes began misting up. Second time in nearly a century.

"No, you, you can't- you can't die"

The man on the bed didn't move. Where his eyes should be, there was nothing but two slits of pure, milky whiteness. The Swastika tipped Trishul on his forehead bled like a fresh wound. Miniature crimson rivers flowed down as if from a serene mountain. And yet the sight was anything, but such.

The man breathed in short gasps as if every breath of fresh air was a knife that stung his lungs.

The man slightly tilted his head towards her. Even the slightest movements caused him immense pain. And yet when he spoke, his voice was as tranquil as ever.

"Till this world needs me, no matter how painful, my heart shall continue to beat"

They were words that she'd heard and read before.

"The world still needs you! We still need you... I still need you!" she said frantically.

She felt her vow break for the second time as a single tear ran down the length of her cheek.

The Vishnu smiled.

"Then, my dear, we have absolutely nothing to worry about."