《Moon Princess》53
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She was kneeling on the ground for me while running her hands softly on my face. The gentle caresses which she was giving me is luring me to sleep but when anger took over her features I was scared. She said something in a different language as I looked at her confused.
" Sou ypóschomai moró mou, aftí eínai i teleftaía apostolí pou tha tin écheis se aftí ti gi. Syngnómi pou se talaipórisa agapité!! "
{I promise you baby, this is the last mission you will have it on this earth. Sorry for troubling you dear!!}
I didn't get her and when I was about to ask her to translate, my stomach growled in protest louder than before. And I looked down as a blush formed on my face. It's so embarrassing. I heard her hearty laugh for which a smile formed on my face. Her smile is so familiar. And I wanted to hear it non-stop.
" Did I ever meet you? " I blurted out the question which was raising in my mind, as she raised her eyebrow while letting out a little chuckle.
" I've met many in my life, and I guess we've met somewhere! " She said gently while looking around her, her eyes were searching for something, while I looked at her curious.
The woman placed her bag on the ground as she walked to a certain tree and plucking out the leaves from the tree, and some grass. As she picked the herbs, she secured them in her scarf. She tied a knot of the scarf and came near me. She sat on the ground as she crossed her legs in basket style. She took the medium sized rock which is beside her and a little container from her bag. She opened the lid of a container and poured the water in it on the rock, as she washed it without leaving a dirt there.
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She placed the rock on her lap and then cleaned the slab of tone. Her container is so small, and I don't know how the water is pouring out even though she is using much. And then she removed the knot of her scarf and wetted the leaves cleaning them. She placed the wet leaves on the slab before plunging her hands in her bag and removed a small very small bowl. I watched her every moment while she did her work unbothered by me.
She dipped her index finger in the little bowl and as she removed her finger, it was filled with some cream on it. She applied the cream on the wet leaves as she grinds those leaves with the middle-sized rock which she has washed before.
After grinding those perfectly until it got creamy, she placed those paste on the clean leaf which she has kept aside after she washed. As she turned towards me, she looked at me with mother warmth which I haven't receiving recently. She wiggled her eyebrows for a moment asking me, what? I shook my head as, nothing, with a smile on my face. She moved near me and started to dip her finger in the paste.
" Nature is always watching you kid. If today, you are facing some problems that means you are going to be successful someday. We all are the kids of this nature, and she is testing us as how strong we are, so she could give us the gifts which our soul is desiring. " She said gently with a convincing smile on her face as she rubbed the paste on my hand which is filled with wounds and bruise's.
" What happens if I couldn't make it? I am not that strong " I said with a sigh leaving my mouth as my lips curled into a pout.
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" Nature is never biased with her Childrens kid, we were born from the mightiest nature which is the superior deity of this world and the greatest gods. And her kids were never weak, the problem is with us. We couldn't find the right way to unlock our strengths which is kept hidden under us. And when the time comes, we will do it but until then you should fight with the demons. " She said as she gently applied the cooling paste on my body making me purr in middle.
" But why should I fight with my demons, I want to give up on it, I want to rest in peace! " I said looking down I don't want her to look at my eyes which were glossy by now.
Her moments stopped immediately as I said that. She lifted my face and made eye contact with me. Anger replaced her gentle features which made me wanted to hide somewhere. She was about to say something but stopped and took a deep breathe before looking at me.
" Then don't you want to help your mother nature? " She asked me gently, and I looked at her confused.
" What? " I said pretty confused, while she released my face from her hands.
" I guess you still don't know about the story! " She said and I was thrown into an exam hall with nothing else but with a confused mind.
" What story are you talking about? " I asked her while unknowingly moving near her Egar to hear the story which she was indicating about. My eyes were wide, and I was jumping on my seat. One thing you should know about me is I am very curious about everything. She laughed at me while throwing her head back.
" Slow down kid, I will go nowhere until I tell you the story so don't be jumpy jumpy until I applied the paste. " She said and I nodded at her continuously just as a dog when she sees a treat.
" Ok then, the title of the story is, the great Childrens of the nature! "
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