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    Genesis
    Genesis
    Genesis
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    Genesis

    By Puspal Bagchi

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    Shourish is a rather dull high school boy. But with a strange work of providence, he becomes the Black Holy Dragon — the very embodiment of pandemonium. He loathes the dreadful darkness he is now capable of wielding, and struggles underneath a colossal burden of guilt, set upon his shoulders. He desperately wishes to break free, and encounters a mysterious blue-eyed girl — a girl who promises him a bewildering realisation of his wish.

    A mystical tale of darkness... and light... unfolds, as the two embark on a dangerous game of defying destiny.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPuspal Bagchi
    Release dateMar 28, 2014
    ISBN9781310594021
    Genesis
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    Puspal Bagchi

    Puspal Bagchi is a little different than your average youngster, and likes to live the off-stream way. Currently, he is a sophomore at high school, and generally prefers to think about the present more than spending time planning his future. He has his own take on the various epiphanies of life, and is willing to explore, and delve further into the deepest nooks of the human nature.In his regular self, he is a rather chronic daydreamer, and likes to spend hours, immersed in reflection. He likes reading, and is an avid watcher of anime, the thing which first gifted him with a keen insight into the bonds in life, that paint one's world. And of course, he absolutely loves giving form to his thoughts, through writing.

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      Genesis - Puspal Bagchi

      Genesis

      Copyright 2014 Puspal Bagchi

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      Table of Contents

      Prologue

      I. Coronation

      II. Consolation

      III. Desperation

      IV. Resolution

      V. Reaffirmation

      VI. Creation

      About The Author

      Prologue

      A young, fair-skinned child moved his big eyes all about, and tried hard to perceive the true extent of what seemed to be the most amazing sight ever. Amidst the lush green expanse that spread before him, three short, stubby pillars of ancient stone solemnly stood up, in the formation of a triangle. But that, was merely a distraction to him. He ran forward in delight, and clasped the soft grass beneath him, with all his might. He had never seen so much green before.

      Hey, wait... what are you doing?

      Despite of the seemingly anxious yell, his father actually enjoyed seeing his son’s great wonder. He heartily laughed out.

      This place has been a really important part of Shirsha’s life, for the past few years. From an unknown, random archaeologist, to quite a celebrity — Shirsha would never have been what he was today, if not for the discovery of this place. The Shikro ruins, they called it. Eight years ago, after the strange meteor crash at the nearby city of Haldia, a group of climatologists had incidentally discovered the presence of some kind of historical remains beneath the ground. Shirsha, and a very dear friend of his, came to further investigate the scene, and eventually uncovered a goldmine of archaeological wealth that lay below. An ancient and forgotten religion, by the name ‘Shikroism’, was soon unveiled from the depths of the earth.

      Wow, Shirsha, your kid’s really grown up!, Arthur cheerfully remarked.

      Yeah, but he’s still as fussy though.

      Ha-ha, he’s your son, after all!

      By this time, with the sound of a metallic screech, a shiny sedan stopped before them. A rather grim-looking, middle-aged Japanese man came out of the car. Tsubasa Nanba. He was a really significant person, in today’s world of international politics.

      Nice to meet you, Nanba-sama!, both Shirsha and Arthur greeted him at once.

      Nice to meet you too... Hmm... you’ve built a really nice garden around the place.

      Yeah, the ruins have become really popular among the tourists, these days. We had to make it look good.

      Right... Let me ask you something.

      Shirsha tried to guess, About the ruins?

      Kind of. Tell me, why do you think Shikroism has been so widely accepted by people all over the globe, that also in such a short time? No religion could ever make it so quick.

      Hmm... the principles of Shikroism, as we’ve deciphered, are really simplistic and straightforward. I’d say, it’s rather geared towards the life and conflicts of today’s man.

      Arthur added, But that’s a great irony though. The religion itself dates back to thousands of years.

      Nanba nodded. He suddenly seemed to notice the boy, who was still prancing all around.

      What’s your name?

      The boy flustered at the sight of this stranger, and with difficulty, mumbled, S-Shourish...

      Your kid?, Nanba again turned towards Shirsha.

      Yeah.

      He’s really sweet., the man uncharacteristically smiled, in contrast to his usual nature.

      ***

      A couple months later, that very year, a gory flame went ablaze all over the world. Merciless rioters took the lives of thousands of innocent people in what later came to be known as the ‘Christmas Movement’. And at just another of the countless cursed evenings of that time, an angelic young girl, saw her whole world crumble away to pieces, in front of her.

      An insane-looking man, broke into her house, and brutally shot her endeared father, right before her two sacred blue eyes.

      Die now, you traitor!

      She couldn’t understand a single word spoken by the stranger; but what did appall her young senses, was the sight of the grisly crimson spurting out of her father’s lifeless face. She couldn’t figure out the reason behind the sudden storm that intensified inside her heart. In fact, she hardly could perceive the true ghastliness of the situation, with her naive senses.

      But she knew something bad had happened. She was forced to tag along, as her mother feverishly dashed with her, across the fiery streets. The little girl tried running too, with all might in her little legs. But she kept feeling a strangely painful grief, trickling into, and searing her consciousness. A grief... that was to change her life... forever.

      This girl was incidentally the same age as the big-eyed boy from before. But of course, that was just, a matter of fact, as physically, they were located thousands of miles apart. There was no way two such random lives could ever have any connection, right? Yet providence, was never so simplistic. An intangible thread had already tied these two souls, to an intriguing destiny... a destiny that was soon to make two apparently unrelated worlds collide — head-on!

      I. Coronation

      1

      Yet another uneventful day. And painfully uneventful, rather. The feeling of boredom, though annoying, is never really ‘painful’, generally. But an overwhelming amount of it can actually numb one’s senses, just like any other severe pulse of pain can — exactly what I felt then, that is. The teacher was continuing with his regular lessons on some chapter of physics, towards which I was completely indifferent. Yeah, with the entire class busy listening to and noting down the lecture, I was just idly looking outside the window. The sky outside was lit up by a regular summer sun. Even the weather seemed monotonous these days.

      So, Shourish, you tell me… how would you define luminous intensity?

      I was forced to restore my consciousness upon hearing my name. I stood up, and looked at the teacher, who wore somewhat of a disappointed frown on his face. All I could do in reply to that question, was but stammer, I… uh… A few scattered sounds of suppressed chuckles could be heard around the classroom. But to be honest, most of my classmates were

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