It was an unusual glow. The dark black box seemed to be vibrating strongly. The nooks were filled with immense brightness struggling to escape, extending helpless hands for help. The box was a wonder. Its architecture was designed by geniuses. Master Craftsmen.

The box was made up of black eerie Platinum Black. The box, on each side had an arch protruding out, that encompassed symbols and sayings in Hebrew. The lintel of the arch was Primeval in design though. The sides beyond the pillars of the arch had a stone figure of a puma. A crouching sleuth. Wicked orange eyes it had, set in a purplish body tan. The solid arcs were raised forward by an inch and were made of solid gold. They looked real and menancing, even though being just a stone.

The Forensic Study group took careful notes, and took an equally long time too. They started their tests after two hours of examination, comparing records, making references. They tested for various biochemical contaminants that could have been used to pry open the box. Their tests revealed that the box had been a virgin, entirely untouched, so much so that even air had forgotten the memory of the box’s touch.

They loaded all their gear into the gear pull tractor nearby, and got ready to heave the box onto the wooden tray that would transport it to the outside confirming its virginity.

As soon as the Commander in Chief came inches to touching the box, a cry echoed from around. He turned, sharp, gun fixed onto the estimated source of origin. He saw someone running towards him, The Page Boy. He stopped and listened to what that boy had to say,” The…..box has been disturbed…..Check for …….protein…… contamination”, he said in between deep breaths. The Commander looked puzzled and asked, “What makes you think so?”. “ Protein Precipitates………….. at Room 112”, he gasped. The Commander had to take his chances. And so he did. He had trusted The Page Boy ever since he met him at the Gaza Strip. “Spray it with Protein Uncoverers” he said. The unit followed. And sprayed all the possible reagents. Nothing happened. “Try Ninhydrin” The Page Boy said. “You asked us to look for proteins!!” The Commander interrupted. “ The box is reactive as you know it, it can break compounds into its components” The Page Boy suggested. The Commander took in his argument and asked the unit to do so. And they sprayed, four cans of Ninhydrin Spray. The ninhydrin spray, sprayed all over the box revealed violet shy traces of amino acid contamination. Glowing with a wicked blue glow.

Stepping back he looked at the box. It looked more like a colourful huge wicked toy.

So Jim placed down the most feared cards. The last missing piece of the Orumakhan Dinglebets. The one that was so thought to be safe and lost forever. The one whose very existence was erased from memory. But it was there, vivid and very true to its descriptions by those manuscripts that endured all the many 1000 years to remain intact in the realm of the Undead. The other 9 knights looked worried, time had come they knew, to lay down each of their long generations of masterhood over the Ashan, feared they might lose everything that they so lavishly were handed down from their ancestors, once all the 10 pieces were joined to form the Orumakhan. They had no running away from fate they thought. It was strange that all the 10 clans thought in unison. Something that had never found to happen even in chance for the many years since all the pieces were broken and spread around the universe. They were nearing the end, they sensed.
But Jim, as if he could read their thoughts, said
“In case all of you are thinking what I am thinking, I’d like to make a proposition. Something that’d rather save you from the wraths of the Greithan Rile and let your greedy dominion continue for several more years to come by”.
As expected, they all looked at him, puzzled and curious with a great load of suspicion.
”What good do you gather, from this plot of yours, that serves to save us?”
asked Maintith Plaide of the Seventh Hirelet.
“ A good eh? Rather a great deal of good at that! But what that will be, and what you need, shall be revealed only after you swear allegiance to the Mighty Bulệt I’ll lay down now. Once you are bound by the Bulệt, you know that there is no turning back, take your time to choose”.
Jim put forth with a great deal of sarcasm and very little hope. His plan was proceeding as designed, but it was a flimsy one, not reliable, after all it was himself who made it up.

And so it dawned, “Atlast, Things really seems to be going out of hand here already, Good its morning” No sooner than his rear tongue touched the smaller inner tongue on the back end, the door was thrown by a hefty rotund tall man. Pale yellow the face was, with a protruding fat nose, squint eyes, narrowing on either sides, long elf ears, made him look like a cross between a sumo wrestler, Chinese and an alien. Hair was thin on top and he was clean shaven, respecting his official status. The tweed jacket and brown trousers, seemed very out of place for him. As he spoke, he gave off a Brit accent that was possibly picked up after his long stay in the English mainland. “Walk, All of you slithery morons” He said, gesturing to the outside of the dark gloomy cell. As we stepped out, we saw people clad in steel gray uniform all around. The Glihthes were here. Yes, to make sure our end was as much as ordered. The light reflected of from all of their shiny red badges that sported an eagle hovering over a hill. It did too from the Chinese cross Alien’s front top pocket. I felt funny.

Ghastly it was yes, the weak silhouette of a half crouched man limping on his right, in the near distance. The snow seemed to eat him up every bit, per second rate, as he moved away, giving a more prominent shuddery appeal. Lately, people had to shun the outdoor wanderings, the rumour that supported the presence of a terrifying beast in the present surroundings was the reason. People not taking to superstitions also found it right to stay indoors for the regard of the community’s common pride. Business was on an all time low and people were also seen to be moving out of town. Sad was the state of the town at that time. It was a brilliant countryside to visit otherwise, with abundance of lush green fields yielding a different color every time of the year, owing to its variety in produce. Also, the river banks and ample ponds in and around the town made it no less than heaven. It was might in its beauty I might say, but you know, Things of beauty might be a joy forever but materially last for less than forever.

And they shut the room, the ambience was murderous. Dark white deeply stained stakes lay across the floor, with blood adorning its blade. A chill ran down his spine. What am i here for? He asked, it was definitely eerie, as it actually could get someone so beastly as Dev to fall for..

And they pushed past me, I glared back, one of them came back, pulled a knife and slit my arm..

And it shone, brightly through the tiniest hole. Shining its way along a hairline hitting off dust through its path, sending off yet more shiny rays.