The Mysterious Mist

It was a bright and sunny morning that the villagers of  Sintano woke up to that day. There was a smile on every face, a spring in every step. If there existed any strangers in that small village, I’m sure the villagers would have greeted him with open arms into their homes and their hearts. As it is, they made do with greeting their neighbours cheerily. Yes, it was that kind of a day. But it would soon change.

At around noon, the first wisp of smoke appeared to mar the perfectly clear view, and within an hour, the mist had insinuated itself into the smallest of recesses in the village. The mist was so thick that you could not see even your own palm in front of your face, forget that neighbour or stranger to smile at, which was anyways unimaginable now, for with the mist had come a clouding of the happy and cheerful mood of the morning.

Husbands were now shouting at their wives, mothers were on the verge of throttling their bawling babies, and the best of friends had turned mortal enemies…all within the space of a few hours. It was at this juncture that someone had the bright idea to offer a sacrifice to the Mist God.

The temple priest was called, and he said, “We need to construct a makeshift altar, and then, sacrifice 12 wild boars to propitiate the Mist God.”

So the villagers quickly pooled their resources, and amidst a large ceremony, did the needful.

The only problem was, the mist remained in the same state of extreme mistiness, with absolutely no sign of a silver lining.

The village priest now said, “The only God powerful enough to defeat the Mist God is the Sun God, for only his powerful rays of light can cut through this mist. We must offer him 12 bottles of our finest wine.”

An even grander ceremony was organized, and amidst chanting of various spells, 12 bottles of wine were poured on the altar. And just as the last drop of wine hit the ground….the rays of the sun broke through the heavy mist, scattering it like a tornado scattering dead leaves.

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And within a few minutes, the day was as clear as what it had been in the morning, and once again, there was a smile on every face, and a spring in every step.

Meanwhile, in Bar Celeste, in an unknown dimension, two figures could be seen tucking into plate after plate of delicious wild boar, helped along its way by copious amounts of wine.

“Now that’s what I call a win-win situation,” said the Mist God to the Sun God, as they decided upon the next village to sponsor their dinner feast.

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Written for the marvellous Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto

About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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23 Responses to The Mysterious Mist

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    That’s a sneaky pair of divinities 🙂

  2. James says:

    I had a feeling the pork and the wine wouldn’t go to waste.

  3. Ed Hoornaert says:

    Hilarious. I like your sense of humour.

  4. Elizabeth says:

    Wow, love your story. It has magic and the power of nature.

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  6. Sneaky pair! And I bet the Rain God got lumbered with the washing up!

  7. paulandruss says:

    Excellent story told with verve and wit. Thoroughly enjoyed it

  8. What a dinner date! Lovely work. Thanks for sharing!

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  10. Excellent story, Anurag. Good writing. Those were clever gods indeed. 😀 — Suzanne

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