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First Published by Notion Press 2016
Copyright © Siddhartha Hatimuria 2016
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ISBN 978-1-945688-42-3
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Dedication
This book is dedicated with a lot of love to Father Luke, the
principal of my school, to my Mother, Bharoti Hatimuria and
my Father Mineswar Hatimuria and finally to my favorite singer
Zubeen Garg.
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Acknowledgmentsix
1. An Evil Judgment
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2. The Game of Fatal War
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3. Back into the Breathless World
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4. Letter Called Death
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5. An Evil Weather
27
6. Eyes Opened in the World
33
7. Assiduous Efforts for the Illiterate
47
8. Gzetk-Foy 7y Over
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Chapter 1
S
lantwan Vivolt II was the Prince of northern
Flairyll in the kingdom of Zairlon. Son of
Kjester, Vivolt was a Wailnius warrior who fought
his enemies with aggression. His chief, Shiel Oster,
taught him how to fight.
Once, a nobleman found Vivolt in a thick jungle
sucking blood from impaled dead bodies. who lived
in with legal action, political fights and put rhetoric
to their enemies. The bodies of around 900 men
from Flairyll were found decimated in Blood Lake.
They had been executed by Vivolt, who was drinking
and bathing in their blood. Sucking men’s blood
kept Vivolt alive.
A few years later, in the palace of the Zairlon
kingdom, Kjester the king and the father of the devil
Slantwan Vivolt, was worried. Prince Vivolt’s health
was poor and no one could find out the reason why
he was not keeping well. Several doctors said he had
the worst kind of disease with no cure.
Izailon and the Deadly Little Prince
Then the nobleman Vela, who stayed in the
Zairlon Forest, was called. When Vela entered Vivolt’s
room, he sensed the smell of blood. He asked Kjester
to bring a vampire kit and items such as garlic, holy
water, crosses and bullets to flush out the vampire
soul.
After the death of his mother Clara and sister
Elizabeth, Vivolt had turned into a vampire, Vela told
the king. “This is the reason he is ill. If he continues
to be a vampire, he will kill you.”
The king refused to believe this. “He is not a
vampire,” the king told Vela.
Several days passed. One day, Vivolt tried to kill
Kjester with his imposing sword. But Kjester was
saved by his escorts.
The nobleman was again called to Flairyll. He
said, “One day, he will kill you.”
So Vivolt was walled up in the Flairyll prison till
his death. But even in prison, he was barbaric and
bloodthirsty and killed many people. After a few
days, he became so fierce and aggressive that he killed
Kjester with his dagger and black nails.
The villagers and soldiers of the town got angry
and burnt Vivolt alive. They then transported his ashes
to the Dracula tomb. Though his body was burnt, his
pink pin spotty on his big toe was not burnt. The
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next day, the newspapers called him ‘Flairyll killer’,
‘Vampire of Flairyll’ and ‘Vivolt Bloodpatch.’
Vivolt survived the onslaught but his skin was
flushed. He continued to torment people. His big
toe was taken to the Red Flairyll museum and it
remained a baffling secret there. He was also known
by his eerie name as ‘Vivolt Bloodpatch.’
The illegal practice of EVIL PENANGGALAN –
the night vampire Vampire Vivolt, the disembodied
spirit of heathen, was hoary with age and mysterious
in power. His magic power was so splendid that in
the eyes of the enemy he was the devil himself.
About 500 years ago, Vivolt was a treacherous
prince of the realm of Flairyll. The king held his
imposing sword and lance and told the people, “I
hear the voice of grizzle.” Vivolt roared.
Meanwhile, back in the present, the sun sank
below the horizon after the gory bloodshed. When
the last narrow beam of the light faded, the kingdom
was attacked by evil skeletons. Destruction was
certain to follow. Death had come upon the living.
Slowly, the evil skeletons raised their hands in the
middle of the cemetery in the moonless light of the
sky. The evil skeletons were deadly because they could
fight in the dark in many different forms. As soon as
the brightness descended, the light of the moon’s half
disc scattered from the kingdom of Xylovia. “Get
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ready for blood showers. We’ll start our next game of
war, after the moon wanes,” shouted Vivolt.
When this misfortune struck the kingdom of
Flairyll, it was a period of conquest in the Xylovia
kingdom. Vivolt, the demon prince, caused awe in
the minds of people.
In the midnight sky, the multiple stars shone
on the red river of blood. The co-warded of RED
IMPUNDULU.
The vampire dogs sucked the blood out of the
corpses. Vampire birds, rooks and vultures dragged
the corpses of the dead men. Hundreds of them were
wounded, many were half-dead. Some of the corpses
were without hands, some were without a head and
some of them had their entrails hanging out.
Hundreds died in struggle,
The minds feeling horrible…
Along a deadly and terrible path,
No seizure-free life, only vulnerable.
The dreadful and evil death road,
Makes the heart pain with the arrows of running
fire.
A wail of fear broke the hearts of the citizens of
Xylovia.
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A death journey…
W
A solitary woman with her son in her arms fled the
forest, unable to bear the constant conflicts with
her husband. She named her son Gabriel Goldwyn.
Gabriel proved to be a little tyke. His eyes opened in
wonder.
His father Ivan was a dreadful man who made
the royal throne of the kingdom shake. King Ivan
thought that Gabriel’s mother would be frightened.
Running hurriedly his wife Queen Priestley arrived
in the middle of the glade. And then, without dread,
King Ivan rushed in to kill with his sword. While
the battle raged around the standard of Xylovia, how
close were the three sides?
This had been a breakthrough war. Queen
Priestly paused, and wondered whether Mankind
could perceive the fresh life breathed into the
Xylovia campaign? She thought, “It’s a crime against
neutrality, humanity… hatred can spread across
Xylovia.” The funeral fire flickered high in the forest.
The queen had not seen the Jarzon crown on her
Ivan’s head.
Oh! Die of thou brothers on the street,
Oh! Die of thou soldiers in the interminable war.
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It would have made deeper misfortune in war.
The days of prosperity, the days of courage,
wealth, stardom and fidelity – they lost all in battle.
This was the day when all the soldiers of Xylovia
found neither honor, glory and fame; nor were the
soldiers of Xylovia found wanting in courage, wealth
and power. It was like the midst of mutterings of a
coming storm.
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Chapter 2
T
he last of this conflict had been fought at
Xylovia where the humanity and animal ties, was
dreadfully affected. At this time, it very unfortunately
happened that in the forest full of animals, all died,
and left no successful ruler to replace.
She lay sprawled on the pasture. Oh no! When
Queen Priestly wept, it was like the drops of dew on
the flowers. Red blood flowed like a trail where she
lay. She was screaming in pain.
Don’t allow them to become extinct and die from the
face of the earth. It is our loss only.
The elephants were swinging and hitting
themselves and others with swords. The Adlets were
yelping. Nobody wanted to fight with the fire fighter,
Slantwan Vivolt. The day that ends the animal’s trod;
birds twittered in moaning tones. Dark thoughts
flashed within their hearts. Darkness had descended
the sky. The heart of Queen Priestley was not happy
looking at these people, who she loved like her
Izailon and the Deadly Little Prince
own son. She burst into tears afresh. “Nay! Amoral
vampires are transforming into fire. Today my Ivan
has fallen dead and will rise in thy mortal form. I’ve
to do a deed worthy for my son till my life ends. I
shall seek my protection or my mercy, to abandon
my son Gabriel.”
King Ivan took refuge in his impetuosity and
his fortunes to save himself. King Ivan leapt on an
immense saddled nag. And the saddled nag who
the King Ivan rode was like a ball of running fire.
Thrust before her husband’s flight, Queen Priestly
struggled to save herself from instant death. She
cried, “Droplets of tears from her sightless eyes.”
She speaks, “...my Ivan.” This was the last remains
of the woman winning some measure of struggles in
war. And now at last, the dying people, elephants,
horses and warriors covered their eyes. Trembling
lay the distracted mother and the weeping woman
of the warriors. People were running hither and
thither. The panorama of Xylovia warriors fleeing,
I still remember. Allegiance was the cognizance of
the chief. Austen was sitting on his immense white
horse – Raktan. He took with him fifteen hundred
cavalry, fifty thousand infantry. Arriving upon the
actual battlefield, he swept the incessant Slantwan
Vivolt to the desert of the Zialin. Austen soldiers,
too advanced to Zialin, to block the soldiers of
Slantwan Vivolt. Vivolt’s magic powers stopped the
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courage of the retreating soldiers. At the same time,
the unceasing soldiers of arrows, still remained in my
ears. The great lines of armies stood in their places.
Chief Austen screamed loudly, as his childhood
friend Waxien hurried back with the immense horse.
Suddenly, there was a peculiar loud sound from
above. All the soldiers looked upward in time to see
the Mandurugo – a bat vampire with huge tongued
and winged.
The Mandurugo were fired onto the soldiers,
Austen looked around shocked, himself in tears. The
soldiers closed their eyes in fear. The Mandurugo
flashed across the sky, swift in killing Xylovia’s
citizens. Their eyes were blazing. The faces of the
soldiers were troubled, looking perplexed. They
turned up there with half-dead and half-conscious
soldiers. “I’ve to break the evil. Mandurugo, the
bunch of zombie eagles and vultures,” Chief Austen
flatly said. The zombies were looking sidewise at
Chief Austen and strove to defeat his enemy chief.
“I’ve not got a hope of breaking the zombies of golden
covering,” said Austen maddened. The Baobhan Sith
had bowed there – great fire arrows were hidden in
their mouths, ready to be shot. “My friend, adieu!”
the Baobhan Sith laughed widely. Etched upon his
eyes, Austen looked on the verge of tears. He just
found his brother’s letter on the barren land too. As
the chief read, that the chief and the last opponents
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had obtained the royal permit from Queen Rebecca.
Austen, in order to save his life, thought to kill five
to six Baobhan Siths with one sword by raising an
air of sword fire. He was willing to clear the path of
Baobhan Sith opportunity in Xylovia.
The time when the Baobhan were the royal force
and misfortune came to the soldiers of Xylovia.
Darkness had fallen in the period of crisis. The sky
became dark and was scattered with stars. Looking
through the red blood grassy land, not greenery like
green, Xylovia, was scattered and sticky with blood.
In the first stage of the battle, they were successful
in driving out Vivolt’s soldiers. This made the chief
very disgruntled. Great buried bodies rose up against
Xylovia’s soldiers. In the huge square, nude men
and women with long hair and unkind dispositions
arrived. The dangling half of the hands swung slowly
and down fell organs, whose eyes were half-opened
and had hooked noses. A half-dead man drank the
blood of dead soldiers. The chief zoomed his eyes
and felt afraid, to see that from mouth to stomach,
all that was visible between the esophagi. The chief
shook his head his eyes glazed with fear. The chief
took the sword into his hands. He had suffered a
terrible injury in the first stage. He could not think
properly – what could be done to defeat them?
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Only twenty-three soldiers were left. Thousands
and thousands of soldiers had sacrificed their lives in
the battle. “Nay! O my lord! Please help us: you’re the
one who can help in this battle.” The chief wondered,
“Can we destroy the souring seeds of the spirit in
the Woltex war?” The chief and the soldiers shouted
together, “We’ll not turn back until and unless we
end our enemy.”
My country has changed, so why has the battle
not ceased?
We’ve to quell the uprising giant spirit and every
combatant will lay down their weapons. “Ok!” Austen
shouted, come on. “We’ve come to fight!” he shook
his head. “It’s coming. My soldiers!” Austen called,
when the Baobhan Sith – hunter woman vampire
glanced over the shoulder of Austen. Austen and his
nag jerked rashly. As the Baobhan Sith struck the red
coating of Austen’s face, he seized upon the Black
spirit. The Black spirit vanished into the brightness
and blasted into dust forms. “Yeah! We’ve killed the
Baobhan Sith,” said Austen. Then he looked back
and saw with a pleasant mind, the sight of the rising
sun quite calmly. “Thank you! God! You’re glorious.”
Austen took a deep breath and closed his eyes slowly.
The nature changed…
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It’s nature, save our lives. The battle scene
progressed. A few moments passed and seemed filled
with the joy of Chief Austen.
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