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(This is an article / story contributed by a member of Alummoottil® community. This is purely a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this article are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, and/or actual events is purely coincidental and regrettable. ആലുംമൂട്ടിൽ® കമ്മ്യൂണിറ്റിയിലെ ഒരു അംഗം സംഭാവന ചെയ്ത ഒരു ലേഖനം / കഥയാണ് ഇത്. ഇത് പൂർണമായും സാങ്കൽപ്പിക സൃഷ്ടിയാണ്. ഈ ലേഖനത്തിലെ പേരുകൾ, കഥാപാത്രങ്ങൾ, സ്ഥാപനങ്ങൾ, സ്ഥലങ്ങൾ, സംഭവങ്ങൾ, സമയകാലാവധി എന്നിവയെല്ലാം രചയിതാവിൻ്റെ ഭാവനയുടെ ഉൽപ്പന്നമാണ്. ആരെങ്കിലുമായോ, ഏതെങ്കിലും സംഭവങ്ങളായോ ഇതിന് സാമ്യം ഉണ്ടെങ്കിൽ അത് തികച്ചും യാദൃച്ഛികമാണ് എന്ന് ഞങ്ങൾ ഖേദപൂർവ്വം അറിയിച്ചുകൊള്ളുന്നു.)
Amidst the howling winds and the relentless fury of the violent sea, a tale of intrigue and uncertainty began to unfold... In the clutches of a moonless night, where the sea's dark whispers coiled around the senses and the chill wind carried a sense of impending doom, in a humble dwelling on the outskirts of Kayamkulam, a woman after completing the traditional nightly tasks, was moving from one end of the room to the other and back again, her actions a mere shadow dance in the obscure light. She was a mother who was waiting for the arrival her sons from days...
The rhythmic cadence of 'Vadakkan Kalari', the ancient martial art of the northern lands, filled the air with a haunting melody of strikes and parries, casting an eerie atmosphere that seemed to merge the mundane with the mystical. Yet, her thoughts were ensnared by a vision—an unsettling omen that had woven its tendrils into her dreams the previous night.
"Mother, why are you not sleeping yet? They will come back soon... I know my brothers are brave," her daughter said. Mother replied, "They probably knew that the King already found out about their departure to the Lekshana family... I know they are brave. That is what I am afraid of now." Her heart echoed the rhythm of her unsettled thoughts...
Amidst the dim glow of kerosene lamps, their fragile flames casting a wavering illumination, a continuous rumble of 'Vadakkan Kalari' was echoing —the clash of iron against iron, and the echoes of weapon meeting weapon created an otherworldly symphony—a chorus of danger and destiny that seemed to reverberate through the very air itself.
At this time, at Muttom, near the palace, the residence of the Queen of Kayamkulam, confronted by the grim situation and driven by a desperate desire to evade the clutches of the arachars, the king's ruthless executioners, the brothers made a fateful decision to engage in a dire course of action: they would take up arms against each other!!!
With resolute determination, the brothers spoke in unison, their voices carrying a solemn resolve, "We shall not be deemed cowards who perish by the hands of the King's agents. Instead, we shall face our fate valiantly and fight each other, embracing a brave end."
Then, suddenly, on that fateful night at their mother's home, the howling winds ceased their relentless torment. A hush fell over the previously tumultuous sea, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation. Mother's heart clenched as a foreboding sense gripped her, an unexplainable intuition that something dire had transpired. Without hesitation, fueled by an instinctual maternal urgency, she knew she had to go to her sons, even as the darkness wrapped its tendrils around the world outside. With a resolute determination, she ventured into the night, guided only by a mother's unshakable love and an unsettling premonition that hung heavy in the air.
Regrettably, the unfolding tragedy saw them ultimately succumbing to this heart-wrenching pact, met with the sorrowful reality that they had indeed turned their weapons against one another, driven by the desperate bid to escape the orchestrated persecution set in motion by the king.
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