Tiger’s Destiny (36 page)
Annoying as she was, Anamika was definitely gorgeous. The memory of her talking to Ren in Hindi disturbed me more than I liked to admit. I was jealous, but at the same time, I felt a connection, a kinship to the woman. She’d lost her brother, and she was in pain. I also couldn’t help but admire her strength and her dedication to her men.
Sighing softly, I snuggled under my blankets to finally sleep. I don’t know how long I’d been asleep—hours or mere minutes—when I awoke to the sound of Anamika’s scream.
A
dark intruder wrestled with Anamika. I threw off my blankets and turned my backpack over, spilling out our golden weapons. Nocking an arrow and thrusting the curtain aside, I aimed at the shadows. The torch had gone out as we slept, and I couldn’t tell who was who. I heard Anamika let out her breath in a rush as the trespasser punched her.
Desperate for a better weapon, I ran my hands over my blanket and felt for the
chakram,
but then my hand brushed against Fanindra.
“Fanindra, I need your eyes,” I coaxed.
Immediately the snake’s jeweled emerald eyes glowed and a viridian light filled the room, casting an eerie shade of green. Now I could tell that the intruder was a man, and he had his arms around Anamika from behind. Her eyes were hard and alert, and they widened upon seeing me.
Thanks to Fanindra, I had a clear shot. I raised my bow and yelled, “Anamika, duck!” but I realized quickly by the small shake of her head that she didn’t understand. The man spun her around so she could look him in the eye.
She gasped. “Sunil?”
I was just about to release my arrow but hesitated at the name of Anamika’s brother.
“You
are
alive!” she cried out.
He ignored her and turned his attention to me. Even in the low light I could see that he was tall, strong, muscled, and ready for war. Like his sister, his eyes were green and his hair was dark, but his had a curl to it. There was a little cleft in his unshaven chin. Even though he was attacking us, I could see that Sunil was very handsome.
After a brief assessment of me, a wide smile lit his face. In a cold voice, he said, “You! We’ve been waiting for you,” he said. “My master will be pleased.”
Sunil violently thrust Anamika aside and headed toward me. Brother or no brother, I let loose my arrow at close range. It sunk deeply into his thigh. Sunil didn’t even flinch, even with an arrow in his leg. Grabbing me roughly, he began wrestling me out the tent door.
Anamika shouted for the guards and commanded them to subdue her brother. I could tell from the tears in her voice that she begged them not to hurt him.
Wrenched from his clutches, I stumbled on the cold ground. Sunil seemed to acknowledge that he’d failed. With a shout, he threw aside the men holding him as if they were mere rag dolls and ran off into the forest. Anamika’s warriors followed but returned after a few moments. They told Anamika that her brother, once their leader, was faster than their quickest runners, even with his leg injury. They had lost him in the mist.
Ren and Kishan caught up to us and quickly positioned themselves alongside me.
“We heard shouts. What has happened?” Ren demanded.
“We were attacked by an unexpected adversary,” Anamika answered.
After she explained that an intruder had almost abducted me, Kishan stepped forward, volunteering to track the man.
Anamika waved him off. “I know where he is now,” she explained. “Sunil has fallen under the power of the demon. I have seen this power used on others. They forget themselves and those they care about.”
“The demon you fight has powers?” Ren asked.
Anamika glanced at her men and then pressed her finger to her lips and entered the tent. I followed, trailed by Ren and Kishan. The four of us sat around her table.
“I do not wish my men to fear the enemy more than they already do,” she cautioned.
She picked up a blanket and wrapped it around her body. Then she wiped away her tears with the corner. Stopping suddenly, Anamika pulled the soft blanket away from her face and stared at it. She tilted her head, considering me, before finally answering Ren.
“He has many extraordinary powers. He’s used them to raise a demon army.”
“A demon army?” Something was creeping around the edges of my brain. An old memory was leeching into my consciousness. My mouth suddenly went dry. I licked my chapped lips. “Anamika, what does your enemy look like?”
“His skin is black, and he has long horns like a bull. He uses his power to shake the earth and rain destruction on all who oppose him.”
Wheels turned in my mind and pieces of an ancient puzzle began to click into place.
“A goddess arose,” I whispered, “to slay the demon Mahishasur.” I swallowed and looked at Ren and Kishan. “We need to talk.”
Anamika stood. “You may converse at your leisure here. You should be safe enough. I must see to my men and send out the morning hunters.”
“Hunters?” Kishan asked with piqued enthusiasm.
“Yes.” She headed to the chair where she’d dropped her armor and boots. “The game has long since fled this land, but perhaps we will still find some food to fill the bellies of those under my care.”
She removed the cozy socks I’d given her and set them aside while giving me a look that said we’ll-get-to-the-bottom-of-this-later. Then she pulled on her boots and gear and was gone.
“I know why she looks like Durga,” I exclaimed the minute she was out of hearing range. “She
is
Durga or . . . she’s going to be once she slays Mahishasur. I read about how she killed him when I was studying the birth of Durga.”
“But Durga was created by the gods,” Kishan said.
“Yes, but remember, she was created to defeat Mahishasur. I think we were sent here to create Durga.”
“We were sent here to defeat Lokesh,” Ren countered.
I put my hand on his arm. “Ren, Lokesh
is
Mahishasur.”
“I don’t follow,” Kishan said.
“I never got the chance to tell you, but in my vision Lokesh had become a demon. He was as Anamika described. His body is huge and black. He shoots steam from his nostrils, and he has two sets of horns.” Something else clicked. “Wasn’t Mahishasur supposed to be half man and half bull?”
Kishan nodded. “Buffalo, actually.”
“Mr. Kadam said in his letter that Lokesh had become a demon in the past. This is it. This is why we’re here.”
“Kelsey—” Kishan began.
Absorbed in my theorizing, I interrupted, “Also, I think he used his tiger-making zombie charm on Anamika’s brother.”
“She has a brother?” Ren asked.
“Yes, a twin brother. His name is Sunil. He’s the one who attacked us this morning.”
“She didn’t say he was her brother,” Ren said.
“She thought he was dead.”
“He hurt you.” Ren gently ran his fingers over the red marks on my arms.
“I’ll be fine,” I mumbled distractedly. Clearing my throat to divert my attention from Ren’s touch, I went on, “When Sunil saw me, he said, ‘My master will be pleased.’ I think Lokesh has been keeping a lookout for me. But he originally wanted to take Anamika. That must mean that Lokesh is after her too.”
Kishan grunted. “Then it’s simple. You and Anamika will stay here while we kill Lokesh.” He stood and went to the backpack to retrieve his weapons.
“No,” I said as I scrambled to my feet. “The demon Mahishasur could not be killed by a man. Remember? Durga was created to defeat him.”
“So what do we do now?” Ren asked.
I gave him a tight smile. “We convince Anamika that she is a goddess.”
The first step in convincing the Amazon that she needed to be a goddess was easier said than done. First, we had to locate her. It took several hours to find the woman. As soon as we’d arrive at one tent where she’d been tending to a wounded man, we’d discover she’d moved on to carry firewood to add to the stockpile. After questioning her men there, we learned she had set out hunting.
Tired of chasing the woman around the campsite, Kishan caught her scent heading into the forest. An hour later we came upon her returning to camp with a freshly caught rabbit slung over her shoulder.
Anamika briefly stopped in her tracks when she saw us, but stuck her nose into the air and kept walking. “What’s wrong now?” she asked as she passed us. “Are your accommodations still lacking? Here to complain about my brother bruising your precious fiancé?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
This time her words didn’t bother me. She brushed her hair back from her face, and I noticed the dark circles under her eyes and a purple welt on her jaw. Kishan growled and stepped forward to confront her, but I put my hand on his arm.
“We’re here to help you,” I said.
She paused and looked down at me. “And how can one as weak as you be of assistance?” she asked.
I scrambled and said the first thing that came to my mind. “Ren and Kishan are good hunters. Perhaps they can find some meat.”
She sneered and thrust the dead rabbit in my face. “This skinny creature is more meat than we’ve caught in weeks.”
“Trust me. They are exceptional hunters.”
Anamika peered at Ren and Kishan, not bothering to hide her expression of doubt and then waved her hand. “I do not care how you amuse yourselves. The forest is yours.”
With nimble leaps, she made her way down the stony path and headed back to camp.
“I thought we were going to talk to her,” Kishan said while I removed the backpack from his shoulders and dug through it.
“We need to get her to trust us first, or she won’t believe anything we say.”
I handed Ren the Golden Fruit and said, “You two go off and hunt down some food via the Golden Fruit and bring back as much as you can carry. I’m going to help Anamika take care of her men. May I please borrow this?” I asked Kishan as I fingered the
kamandal
.
He kissed my hand, took the charm from his neck, and pressed it into my palm.
We agreed to regroup at sundown.
The first thing I did was head to the outskirts of camp. Once there, I used the Divine Scarf to create a tent filled with stacks of clothing in a variety of sizes, blankets, soft slippers, thick socks, mittens, hats, and a giant stockpile of bandages.
Once the tent was full to capacity, I sought out the perfect location for a hot spring. Using the magic of the Pearl Necklace, I used steam to blast loose dirt away from a rocky steppe and called forth bubbling mineral water from deep beneath Earth’s surface. Then the power of the amulet flowed through my fingers, heating the ground below. I made the bed of rocks beneath it hot enough to last for several days. Finally, I dribbled several drops from the
kamandal
in the water. I wasn’t sure if it would work topically, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to try. The spring could be used for bathing as well as for soaking muscles sore from battle.
My next task was healing those who were too weak to bathe in the spring. I found the camp’s main water supply: fifty barrels full of cold water. Picking up a dipper, I uncovered the top of one barrel and poured several drops from the
kamandal
into the water. After a quick stir, I moved on to the next barrel and the next. It took about an hour to finish with all the barrels, and then I sought out Anamika.
She was kneeling at the side of a soldier who had just died. Tears flowed freely down her face as she spoke with his friends. I felt immense guilt overwhelm me for a moment and berated myself for not seeing to the worst cases of the wounded first. Seeing the concern Anamika felt for her mourning men and the way they responded to her with obvious devotion and loyalty made my calling clear.
She will be the one thousands look to, and I am here to help her.
I was saddened that I could not save the man, but I knew that if I constantly second-guessed my actions, I would miss opportunities to save others.
Finishing with her soldiers, the warrior woman saw me standing at the tent opening and stepped outside.
“What do you want?” she asked testily.
“I’m sorry for your friend’s death, Anamika.”
“Your sorrow does not give me back his life.”
“No, it does not.” I stood by her mutely for a moment before saying, “You aren’t to blame, Anamika.”
“Every death here is my responsibility.”
“Death comes,” I said. “There’s no stopping it. You can only do your best to help as many as you can.”
She wiped angry tears from her cheeks and turned away, “What do you know about death?”
“More than you might think.” I played with the
kamandal
hanging at my throat and confessed, “I used to be afraid of death. Not for myself, but I feared the death of those I loved. It crippled me. I wouldn’t allow myself to be happy. I have since come to realize that I was wrong.” Anamika whispered, “There is no escape from death.” “No, there isn’t,” I admitted, “but there is still life.” I found a bag of water hanging from the side of the tent and held it out to her. She took a long drink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
I said quietly, “It dishonors the deaths of our loved ones to shut out happiness. We throw away what we could have been and waste our opportunities. We each have a purpose, a destiny, and to realize it, we must reach beyond what we think we are capable of.” My eyes locked with hers intently as I said, “A wise woman once told me that I needed to learn the lesson of the lotus flower: All of our human experience, both the good and the bad, grounds us like the sludge in a river. We may be rooted in pain or suffering but our job is to rise above it, find the sun, and bloom. Only then can you brighten the world for others.”
She took another drink of water and snorted. “You sound like my aged grandmother.”
“Aged? Speak for yourself. You are much older than me. Trust me.”
“Then why should I listen to the wisdom of the young?” I shrugged. “You’ll have to decide for yourself if you’re going to take my advice or not.”
Anamika replaced the waterskin bag and asked, “Why are you here?”
I put my hand on her shoulder. “We’ve come to help you.”
She gave me a small smile and asked, “And how can one as tiny as you be of any help to me?”