So here's the deal, Ahim passed on some of his powers to us. I was given the teleportation power as we already knew, Prakash was told that he was the path. So he was given the power to locate and keep in order the fate. What it was meant to keep in order the fate was still a mystery to both of us. The one from the Mystic throne would alert us whenever there was chaos. We were meant to be the guardian angels who create magical moments in the lives of living beings. It sounded so cool and all, we were so excited to actually experience that.
Ahim kept his blinds and told us that he could only remove them when we could handle our jobs without his aid. That one seemed to be a tough one to accomplish. "Let's do this!"
He wanted us to go on our first venture with him. Without any delay, he took us to a paddy field. We saw a group of people mourning near the field, under a neem tree. Ahim asked us to go near the crowd. We walked through the field and stood under the shade of the tree. The villagers were crying and were singing grief. An old man who looked like an octogenarian was laying on the stone bed, dressed in full white clothes.
A young man in his thirties rushed piercing through the people who were assembled there to pray for the old man in his last minutes. The man was teared up and screamed out loud in grief. "You can't leave me behind alone Pa!!!". It was painful to watch the man breaking down, his sob increased as time passed. The elders in the village had prepared some herbal drinks for the old man and fed him slowly, which the old man drank up without any trouble. But his breath started to become weaker. The men in uniform, who rushed there in the ambulance had given his statement that the old man wouldn't last long.
"Are we gonna save this old man?"
"No! It is his son over there."
"What! But…", I was startled.
"That young man is gonna have a cardiac arrest in a few seconds…", just then, we heard the crowd exclaiming, "Oh!!!"
"Now! Prakash, go and help him get to the ambulance.", Ahim instructed.
Thankfully, the ambulance was still there, Prakash hurried to get the man to the ambulance with the help of another man beside him. Then I saw it, when Prakash's hands touched the man, a blue mist formed like a shield around his body. Was that the power of Ahim?
"Yes, Sita! That's my power. This guy was not supposed to die today. Look at his old man."
The old man coughed his lungs out and became completely alright. If his son died in all these uproars, it would be in vain. The guy was taken to the hospital and saved. Here, his old man's health was improving as well.
"That was cool!", I said to Prakash and made a fist bump.
We were summoned back to the Mystic throne as soon as our job was done. Ahim was pleased to know that passing on his powers to us worked well. In between, I saw a kid holding Ahim's hands. Then I remembered Ahim talking about his energy. "Do you have to get energy from these kids every single time you do this?"
"Call him Ojas. Ojasas are here to give me energy whenever they feel it. When my energy gets down, they sense it and provide me with their energy at once."
It was fascinating, he told me that they never grow up and stay as small kids. That was my wish, not growing up, staying as a kid. When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up faster. But I did not particularly enjoy adulting as well, which made me think about all those childhood days.
"You need to go now!", alerted Ahim.
Prakash looked terrified, he sensed something. He started to share the views of Ahim since he got powers. So I presumed he saw sensed something and it might have made him startled. "Hand!" I pressed my hand against his back and he pressed his against mine. We landed on a terrace, probably a more than twenty floors apartment. A guy climbed on the wall trying to throw himself, "You should act now!", we heard Ahim's voice.
"Ashmit!", Prakash ran towards him in urge.