Mirik's POV-

I had taken a week off from the school to search for the man responsible for Raja uncle's death. Now I had a few days left with nothing more to do.

Maybe I should go to my hometown to spread his ashes. His cremation ceremony took place the day after his death. Because he had no children, the one to cremate his body should have been my father. But the shock was too much for him and even if he made up his mind to come it would have taken at least two days. So I had to be the one to put him to rest. It was not a good experience. Seeing the man who was like a father to me and the man I had spent more than half my life got turned into nothing but ashes was heartbreaking. Tears couldn't convey the emotions I felt at that time.

"Hey Mirik, what are you thinking sitting all alone?" a voice ringed inside my head. I jolted out from my sitting position and scanned my surroundings. But I didn't find anything. I had good senses from childhood, detecting a person from 50-60 meters was not hard for me.

"It's me, Adi. No need to get worked up. I could talk telepathically to you now that the chain is around your neck." Adi tried to comfort me.

"Can you see what I'm doing too?" I asked remembering his first question. He mentioned that I was thinking about something. That either means he can sense my thoughts or see me in real-time. The second one was more probable.

"No I can't see but I can sense the surroundings and make out your movements. It's for me like how a bat makes out its target position without sending out any waves or something, you modern people have discovered too many things," he said like it was a normal thing, making me think if that was even possible what he had explained to me.

"Sensing your movements is not that big of a deal, but for me to talk to you requires a lot more energy as I have to send the information directly to your acoustic nerve. Sensing movements is easy as I don't have to concentrate that much because I used to practice martial arts. But finding that nerve every time takes too much concentration even if it just takes less than a split second. It would feel to you like you had a thought as it's faster than normal conversation. It would have taken more time for my voice to travel to your brain even if I was just sitting next to you." he explained.

"How do you even produce that kind of energy? You are just a fragment of a soul?" I asked this very important question.

"I don't. I take energy from you" he said like a thick-skinned man. I could sense that he was not joking. He was really taking my energy but not to the amount that I would suffer from it.

"So, what were you thinking?" he asked again.

"I was thinking of scattering uncle's ash in our hometown of Solla," I replied.

"I think you should scatter his ashes beside his wife." Adi said something unimaginable.

I lived with my uncle for more than ten years. And in all these years I never even once heard from him that he had a wife. He was supposed to be unmarried. Even when father forced him to marry he always used to refuse. Was it because he was always married. This was a shocking statement.

"Are you sure about what you are saying? How could he have a wife? He never told us." I asked Adi to reconfirm his previous statement.

"I have seen all my descendants' life through the chain. I know everything." Adi said, reassuring the facts he had stated.

"Where is his wife resting?" I asked with a heavy heart. This revelation was too much for me. He had hidden this pain of losing a loved one deep inside his soul for god knows how many years. I hope they meet in heaven, that would make me a little bit happy.

"In the village of Kala. But it is a dangerous place. You sure you want to go there." he asked a bit concerned but deep down he wanted me to go or he wouldn't have told me the village's name. I smiled at the nature of this old man.

"Yes. Anything for uncle."