Run! Malang Run!
My eyes opened as I saw my elder brother Jalnathan trying to hold the door from the Shamsadhans. They were the arms of the gods who tasked by the king of heaven Garoor to capture the Raqsash so that they can provide us Moksh.
They called it Moksh symbolising liberation from the body and end of all suffering but it was just a form of murder and used the ritual of Moksh as way convincing the mob of humans their actions so that they don't stop worshiping them.
Then suddenly Methi my younger sister kicked my head and asked me to run.
"Malang! you blockhead runaway alarm everyone warn as many as you can". Methi screamed with frustration.
"No! I wont leave you here alone the Kalash Rakshaq a will protect us right." I weeped with despair in my eyes.
I saw my houseworker Kola praying to our god Ghalshasha for protection.
My sister hit on the head with a vase and lost my conscious.
I dreamed of our life before this horror started. I day when our clan of Shera was doomed all this despair the beginning of the this disaster the start of this massacre. Which started with the death of lord Ghalshasha...