It was a land of dreams, people of that small kingdom believed in content. They never chased stars or envied others. The land was kind on them too, it overflew with crop and other gifts of nature.
Morning came with song of birds, promise of a beautiful day, evening softly glided in with the sound of conch shells sounding from small homes scattered all across the kingdom, women lighting up diyas and placing them in altar.
Then they came, hungry wolves inside human torso. They deserted their own kingdom and entered their neighbouring one.
They did not seek help, they demanded it, when they did not get that help they stole it. Slowly they rose to power for the God fearing people of this kingdom knew nothing of wickedness.
Soon they were ruling this kingdom and then they announced there is no God, no religion, they instilled this poison in every possible heart.
Their poisonous words corrupted the air, the water and the earth. The green land started to dry up, fruits, crops and vegetables started to disappear.
It was a night of thunder and monstrous clouds. The whole kingdom was shaking inside their houses; fearing end of the world.
A voice rang out overpowering the thunder, every single ear in the kingdom heard it, “You loved me and followed my ways, that’s why I was with you. Now you don’t believe in my existence. I can see that only few of you still cling to me and my ways.”
“I leave you to your own decision and its consequences. This day onward only evil will breed in this kingdom, my children will follow my way; their children won’t see this crooked world.”
“I will be back only if you repent and start following my way again.”
The clouds cleared life went back to normal; evil started to breed in that country. Good people either perished or escaped.
The dark sun was on the rise.