The Harbingers of Doom

 (My first attempt to write a story longer than 20 pages)

Chapter-1 Introduction

One morning you wake up from your slumber and find three new musketeers have arrived in your town. How would you think?

Are they criminals?

You surge with excitement. Your nosiness takes control of you and you muster up the courage to ask your neighbour, who’d done the same 15 minutes ago. He wakes up earlier than you. Shame.

“Who are the three newcomers?” You whisper.

“Well, they are teenagers. People believe they’re runaways.”

“Ooh!”

“Yes, there’re two boys and one girl. Quite notorious, they are. All of ‘em.”

“Oh really, where’re they staying?”

And such and such, the entire simulated and conjectured biography of the three teens gets translated into various languages and spreads throughout the town – from the neighbors to their cousins to their distant relatives to the mayor of the town – the arrival has made its opinion.

Day 2,

You find out that these teens are named Krisha, Yatharth and Gordon. You dig out some more info during the next 2 hours. Krisha and Yatharth are siblings. Gordon studies in their school.

Further, your inner Sherlock Holmes discovers something more. These kids were expelled from school three times! Alas! There’s no Watson to calm you down. You’re stuck with one disturbing self – wailing in anxiety.

If you are a teen, you might feel awe. If you are the parent of that teen – the reaction is quite the opposite. Would my child fall in bad influence? Quite so, you inquire more.

You find the precise location of the three troublemakers. God lives next door. He can hear your prayers like your neighbor does.

Krisha and the boys have rented two apartments – one for the girl and the other for the two boys – far away from where you live.

God is there beside you, just like your neighbor.

       - Krisha Shastri

Continued after some days...