Disappearence
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BOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
THUNDER. THUNDER.
Yash and Hira were too wrapped up in their stupid sibling squabble to notice the way the air had gone still… until the world cracked open.
A sound tore across the sky—so loud it felt as if the heavens had slammed into the earth. Lightning ripped through the clouds in frantic bursts, clawing at every corner of the horizon.
For one terrifying heartbeat, it felt like the world had reached its end—or worse, that something unimaginable had just begun.
And then… everything stopped.
Every living thing on the planet froze. Humans, animals, even the birds mid-flight. A horrible, suffocating silence swallowed everything.
CRACK.
A thin, sharp noise snapped through the stillness, right beneath Yash.
Before anyone could even process it, the ground split open like a mouth, the soil peeling away into a dark void. The earth swallowed him whole in a single, merciless gulp.
And just like that—Hira's little brother vanished.
It wasn't just him. The same rifts were opening all over the world. People were disappearing by the thousands. To where? No one knew. No one could even scream.
As if the disappearance wasn't enough…
GRRRRSHHHH.
The mountains woke with a monstrous growl. The ground quivered, rocks cracked, and the entire slope began to slide. A massive landslide roared down like an avalanche of earth and rage, heading straight toward the only idiot left standing there.
…
Blank.
My mind went blank. I didn't know why. I didn't know for how long. Something had happened—something huge—but it had slipped out of my grasp like a dream sucked into a void.
What happened?
Yash and I… we were arguing. And then…
I tried to chase the memory, but it kept slipping away, dissolving the moment I reached for it.
GRRRSSHHH.
Another sound. Different. Closer.
A tremor ran through my limbs.
Why was everything shaking?
RUMBLE.
"aagh!" Something sharp struck my forehead.
"Yash! Stop throwing rocks, you—"
My eyes snapped open.
No Yash.
Only a gigantic shadow above me—
a boulder the size of a car, tipping forward… ready to crush me.
For one heartbeat, the world held its breath.
Then instinct exploded through me. I rolled aside, gravel biting into my palms just as the boulder slammed into the earth where my skull had been.
A cloud of debris punched into my face. My ears rang, my vision pulsed, and my heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to get out.
But I was alive.
Barely.
I pushed myself upright, dazed, shaking. The air tasted of dust and fear. Only one thought managed to cut through the chaos.
Chote.
He had been right next to me before everything went black.
"Yash."
My voice cracked.
"CHOTE! Where are you?"
I spun in every direction, screaming his name, but the mountain drowned me out with its constant rumble. Stones tumbled, the ground shifted, the world broke apart piece by piece.
"Yash… YAAASSHH!"
My throat burned. My legs moved before my mind could follow, stumbling over roots and rocks, falling, getting up again. I didn't care about pain. I didn't care about anything except finding him.
But the mountain had other plans.
The ground beneath my feet shuddered…
then collapsed entirely.
The world vanished from under me.
I fell.
There was no grabbing, no holding on—just empty air and the chaotic tumble of rocks and mud sweeping me downward. My fingers scratched at nothing. Every breath was a gasp snatched away by the storm of debris.
And through it all, one thought stabbed through my chest like a blade:
I forced him to come. I dragged him here.
A rock slammed into my head.
White pain. Blinding. Explosive.
My vision smeared into streaks of grey and brown. The world spun away from me.
"I'm sorry, Chote…
If there's an afterlife… I'll meet you there."
My consciousness was slipping, my body turning heavy and distant.
Then—
arms caught me.
Strong. Immense. Unbelievably steady.
I wasn't rolling anymore.
I wasn't falling.
Someone—something—had plucked me out of the landslide like I weighed nothing.
Through the blur, I saw him.
A giant.
A literal giant.
At least three meters tall, with long black hair tied in a rough bun streaked slightly with grey. A huge axe rested across his back like it belonged there, like it was part of him.
His presence radiated something ancient, something powerful—an energy that demanded reverence without a word.
My head throbbed, my senses swam, but I knew this much:
He was real…
or I was already dead.
"Hehe… great. Now I'm imagining things. A flying giant saving me? What am I, a princess?"
Just before I slipped under again, I saw his lips move.
A deep, resonant voice spoke words I barely understood:
"मम विश्रामस्थाने ____ म्रियमाणं द्रष्टुं ______ शक्नोमि ।"
Sanskrit. One of the oldest languages in the world.
Even while dying, my brain tried to make sense of it.
I forced my lips to move, each syllable scraping against the pain in my skull.
"M-my… brother… Chote… please… save…"
I coughed. My jaw felt too heavy to move. My lungs burned.
Then—
silence.
A disturbing, unnatural silence.
My eyes drifted open again, just barely.
We were no longer in the mountains.
Somehow—without me understanding when or how—the giant had carried me back to the old inn where Yash and I had begun our trek.
And then… right in front of my eyes…
He disappeared.
No puff of smoke. No dramatic flash.
He simply vanished, like he had never been there at all.
I didn't even get the chance to beg him again to save my brother.
My vision flickered. My heartbeat slowed. The last thread of will snapped.
As darkness swallowed me whole, one quiet, exhausted thought drifted across my fading mind—
It doesn't matter. None of it was real anyway.
It must be a dream…
And I sank into silence.
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A.N.- Tittle means, 'disappear' or 'vanish'.
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