Once upon a time, in a far away land called the Mohenjo-Daro, there was a village. A very poor village. The village had a nasty, rich Priest King. He was a fat, repulsive man. No one in the village dare say a word about his weight though. He abused his power and took all the lands wealth in the name of the gods. The only hope the village had was in the rulers beautiful daughter. She who would disobey him secretly, and feed those he commanded to starve, or free those he commanded to be jailed. His daughters name was Arishia ( divine ).
Arishia was 15 years old. She had evaded being married for 3 years, turning down each suitor whom arrived in the village. Her father became inpatient of having to explain to the men whom had traveled far distances to marry Arishia. He exclaimed that she would be married by her sixteenth birthday. She protested, but knew his command was final. A large muscular soldier from a far away land arrived two weeks before her birthday. His name was Avijit (invincible) Each night her would wait at the edge of the village, killing each suitor that tried to enter the village.
Arishia hated the man because of his filthy ways, and barbaric actions. Then, to weeks before her birthday she awoke to find a small boy curled up on the floor outside her doorstep. She was amazed. She loved him from the minute he opened his eyes. His angle like face was contorted in a questioning look. He asked where he had come from. But it remained a mystery to everyone in town, especially Avijit, whom could not figure out how the boy had passed his watchful eye. Embarrassed he asked the king if he could kill the child. The king said agreed, but Arishia retorted that if the boy was killed she would not marry.
She nurtured the boy for two days until he was to full health. He spoke quietly with her each night, asking questions of her life, and who he was. She would change the subject each time he asked. Only saying that he was now Devkumar. He would then ask why, as all children do, but she would just close her eyes and fall to sleep. The next day she was working in the garden near the grand bath, when she heard the sound of her father screaming. It was coming from her wing of the palace.
She ran to her home in time to find Avijit holding a spear to Devkumar's throat. Her father stood, shouting for the boy to be killed. She begged her father not to kill him. Finally when as stormed off. He shouted behind him that the boy must be kept in the crypt. That night Arishia left her home and whispered through the bars of the crypt to Devkumar. He claimed that her father had told the boy to leave the village. When he asked why, the man had said, “Because there is not enough food to feed unwanted mongrels like you. Devkumar had retorted, “Then how are you so fat?”
Suddenly Avijit walked in, he took one look at her and left. She ran outside searching for him. He sat outside drunk, and angry. She begged him not to inform the ruler. Laughing he turned and slapped her across the face. He then said,” In two days we will marry, we will move far away, and you will never see the child again. What difference does it make if we kill him now or then.” She began crying. Avijit laughed once more before leaving to stand guard outside the village. She cryed in her room that night and listened to the screams of men as they died by Avijits hand.
The next day, she watched the villagers fill her fathers grand bath. She watched watched as she always did, but now through burry eyes. She planned her escape and she cried knowing that Devkumar could not come. That night she did not sneak to the crypt, knowing that Avijit already knew. She walked in to see Devkumar. He was crying, he said, ” The spear man said that I have no parents, they did not want me, that is why I have no name!” For the last time Arishia cried out that his name was Devkumar. He retorted in his sorrow. Who are you to name me, you are not my mother, I have no family.
You have family, you were waned Dekumar. What does it mean he shouted. At that she could take no more. She had no energy left to fight him. She needed to leave this place. To leave her marriage. To leave her father, to leave the starving people of the indus valley whom lost their crop to a ruler who was too fat to eat it. She ran from the crypt outside where Avijit shouted after her, chasing her down. She stood near the bath looking into the water as Avijit approached, he through a spear. It missed purposely , as a threat to go no further.
She picked up the spear using it, released the drain in the bath. She then jumped in. Avijit stopped in shock. He watched as she struggled underwater, before her lifeless body gave in to the current. He turned angrily before storming to the crypt releasing the boy. Then dragging him to the palace where he explained to the ruler that his daughter had taken hr own life. The ruler shouted blaming Avijit for killing her himself. Avijit already confused and angry. He had lost a wife that he had been promised. In his anger he choked the ruler until his fat body lay limp.
He turned and said to Devkumar,” Son of the gods come and look at your enemy.”
Devkumar turned and said,” What did u call me.”
“Son of the gods”, it is what Devkumar means.
The boy began to cry understanding all Arishia had been trying to teach him. He ran away shouting in the village that the ruler was dead. People came outside as Avijit carried the body through the streets.
One by one each day villagers left. Some feared Avijit. Others feared a new ruler would come and begin the cycle once again. Devkumar sat each night with Avijit for companies sake. One night Avijit in a drunk stupor claimed that he would raise Devkumar to be a great soldier like himself. At this Devkumar left saying, “I am a son of god, not a killer.” For ever the village lay abandon, the blood of Arishia was all that remained. The End