Friends

‘Trouble again ‘ Jane wrote ‘ Why did this house need to be this trouble ? Guess what? I had a yet another big fight with my parents . I have been yelling for hours to get out of this house . Why can't they understand? This house is wretched and wicked and bad . They keep on saying some nonsense about no one giving them house for rent . This house need to be burnt down , I would say . Three of the cows jessica , meoni and joe were found soaked in blood today. Still dad is arguing about moving . I did hear rumours that yesterday the street’s boundaries were shut down with metal bars . How's that ? I thought I had seen the worst when the neighbours all isolated us but this is way more worse . 

                    Dear diary , I’m going mad with all these happenings. I hate my life . Good night diary ‘. 

            Jane folded the diary , having done with her writing and drifted off into an uneasy sleep with nightmarish dreams , shivering . But someone was indeed wide awake in that room . The diary . 

           The diary could not sleep . It was troubled for days , hearing poor jane's fate . He loved Jane as much as he loved daisy , the formidable warrior of the battle or simply called the lazy daisy . She was the one who could help him. 

         The diary walked across the room to the daisy who was sleeping . 

        ‘ Daisy , get up ‘ he said poking in her nimble stem . 

        ‘Wha—‘ she yawned ‘ I'm shleeping ‘  

       ‘Daisy this is serious. I’ve been poking you for weeks . This time it is incredibly serious ‘ . 

       ‘Won't be serious enough for me . Let armed dinosaurs come and then I will come ‘ . 

       ‘Daisy ‘ he pleaded , ‘Two girls died last week . Isn't that serious enough for you ?’ 

       ‘No , not nearly . Back to sleep . Bother me next time with something more dangerous. ‘ Daisy turned to the other side and leaned on the window sill for a good sleep . 

       ‘You empty headed – nitchcompkin . ‘ he flared up losing his temper . ‘ What do you --- ‘ 

        ‘ How dare you silly , wolf – head ? How dare you call me a nitchcompkin ? 

        ‘Daisy , please ‘ diary started again stamping out his temper . A bad temper wasn’t a good idea with someone like Daisy . ‘ Their might be demons . Just look if there's trouble . There's bound to be . That’s all I ask ‘. 

        ‘ Demons ‘ Daisy laughed in spite of her bad temper ‘ No Demons will be here . Even in the north , adventures with demons are scarce . You say such jokes silly billy ‘ 

        ‘ But I indeed have an adventure’. He said lightly 

        Fortunately or unfortunately( you can decide hearing the chain of events that followed the lie ) Daisy fell for it . 

       ‘ Where ? When ? How ? ‘ Daisy got up in sudden interest . Then she fell back into her sad mood ‘ Adventures are very , very scarce . ‘ 

           ‘There is an adventure with polar bears and red stomached monsters and giant marshmellows and the evil mountain . In the north near my cousin's house ‘ he made up quickly . 

           Daisy leapt up in excitement , trusting the diary's words about the adventure for it never lied , that was execpt this time which obviously daisy didnt know .    

         ‘ I'm in for it ‘.Daisy cried ‘ When to go ? ‘ 

          ‘Not so quick , Daisy . I have my conditions . You have to examine the place thoroughly before you leave or I will tell my cousin to give the adventure to some other warrior’. 

          Daisy frowned , took a deep breath and nodded 

         ‘I will look tomorrow and if I see nothing , I will leave at the instance’. 

         The diary nodded with enthusiasm , grinning ear to ear and walked away to the table , calmed. 

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The next day the daisy set out to explore . Diary waited anxiously near the door ,with sharp ears searching for trouble . For a few minutes there was nothing to be heard except the sound of the wind blowing and the leaves rustling.

Suddenly , BOOM

There was a commotion outside . Diary heard quick footsteps , coming in the direction of the door and there came the daisy , through the door hole . 

           ‘What’s the matter?’ Diary cried hurriedly, ‘Daisy , tell me ‘. 

           ‘There was nothing ‘. Daisy spat out ,’Only some horned people arguing with some folks in white . I think they saw me. Came running back in case of trouble ‘. 

          ‘ Who do you mean by horned people ? They maybe demons ‘. 

          ‘I don't think so . Why would demons have halos of light above their heads?’

           ‘ Halos of light ? You didn’t mention it .’

          ‘ Both of the people , the horned people and the white folk had halos of light above their heads . They have declared war at the backyard tomorrow. Bet it will be a silly war  . But ... wait ‘ Daisy said feeling something in her pockets . She took out a piece of old looking parchment and said , ‘ Got something . They were telling something about the daisies secret pointing at this . So , I pickpocketed it . I will read it . Hear ‘. 

She cleared her throat and started . 

         ‘ We the family of the daisies , the friends of the demons , therefore swear that we will do our bests to hide the existence of demons from anyone who is not worthy of the information . 

         ‘We hope that our descendants would be able to get the halos of light like the angels and then , the demons and daisies will overrule the angels . The red stoned demon will then be recreated and along with the daisies , the demons will be in full power of the universe. We hope that some of us will live up to see that period . Signed , daisy orwald and his faithful companions ‘ . Daisy stopped and stared at the diary bewildered , before he broke the silence with an exclamation . 

             ‘ They were indeed demons and the white folk may be the angels , I would say . Daisies were friends with the demons at the old times and the halos of light ! ‘. 

             ‘ Daisy orwald was my great grandfather.‘ she said in disgust . She breathed in an air of determination . ‘ This cannot happen . This should not happen . You will be crushed , my diary if the grey stoned demon come . It is very deadly , I have heard . I .... I should go to the war ‘. 

             ‘Daisy , please take care . ‘ 

  Daisy nodded and said , ‘ I need to go to my pot and think now . We need other forces if we have to go the war . Good night and hope I will live up to tomorrow ‘. 

  They bid their goodbyes and turned , feeling uneasy and tensed. 

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With strong footsteps , the daisy walked in to the moonlight . A day had passed since she had went to explore . She was now in the backyard , getting ready . With her was 30 daisies , nicknamed the archers , 40 peas , 10 watermelons and apple trees , 20 pumpkins and mango trees and 5 mighty banyans . Along with them were the 12 angels . They were the greenish army . 

On the other side was around 80 huge demons each fat and tall as an elephant.

The air was filled with anticipation . Many were staring at the big oak tree that stood in the corner . In one of it’s branches an old nightingale was sitting . It would mark the start of the war . 

As they started to become impatient, the old nightingale sat up . The air tensed at once . It tilted and cried , ‘ pe pe re pe pe pe pe peh ‘ and , the war began . 

The banyans advanced flinging their swords . The demon’s dead sharp—knifes came flying to the greenish army . Arrows crossed in mid-air . The demons swung their knifes again and this it hit three of the banyans straight in the eye and they fell with a mighty crash . Three were down . 

 Cold hard laughter rose up from the demons . The greenish army advanced in full rage . The archers swung their arrows quicker . Huge slingshots were slung and sparks were flying from the angel's wands . 

A strange cry rose from the demons . Their eyes shone in the darkness and then , ...... they breathed fire ! The fire – breathing demons ! Another deadly demon it was ! 

Fire came out in a heavy blast and blood started to flow thick and quick . The angels started to sweat . Their spells failed . Peas and watermelons at the front still fighted on aggressively with all  the power they could muster , but still it wasn’t enough for to match the fire—breathing demons . 

Hopes vanished . The darkness covered the place . Cold laughter rose higher . A cold wind blew on slowly . Another blast of fire came and the rest of the banyans were down with a loud crash . 

The daisy’s heart skipped a beat . She looked at the vanished moon with an eye full of angry tears. She picked up the blood – covered sword of the fallen warrior with all her strength and shouted , 

            ‘ Victory ain't be yours ‘ and she flung the sword straight at the heart of a demon . Blood flowed out and soon he was dead . The daisy’s first kill of the battle. 

             ‘ Hiyaaaaa ‘ the greenish army rose again . The archers followed daisy and the crossbows were swing again . The angels gripped their wands and it did not fail twice . A sprout of wind blasted out of the wand and blowed out the fire . 

            ‘Victory is ours . OURS .’ Daisy cried .  

They broke the demon’s horns and struck it at their hearts . Their poisoned arrows were cut by the arrows of the archers . Their knifes lay in the ground in millions of tiny pieces . They started to attack with their bare hands but the arrows hit them in the eye . The battle ground started to empty . 25 left . 20 left . 15 left . 10 left . ONLY 5 LEFT !!

         ‘You shall pay for this ‘ the demon roared , ‘ YOU SHALL ‘ and they breathed a huge fire and ran away in to the darkness . 

Fire spread wildly and alas , the angels had lowered their guards and the fire grew even wilder . The whole army of daisies , peas , mangoes and apples were burnt to ashes at the instance and the little , brave , daisy was with them .

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The sun rose high up in the air the next day . The Diary was standing in the backyard in broad sunlight , feeling impatient. He wanted news . He did guess that the greenish army won , listening to the cry of the demons , but something had happened after that and he wanted to know what it was . 

 He strolled across the backyard . All evidence of the battle was cleared magically . Dairy stopped at the big oak tree that was standing in there. In its shade 2 watermelons and pumpkins were sitting with red , puffy eyes . 

             ‘Hey’ diary called , ‘ What happened ? Where is daisy ?’ 

They looked up startled . They bit their lips and refused to answer .

            ‘ What happened ? ‘ he asked again his heart sinking . ‘Where are the others?’

The watermelon stood up and said gently , ‘ Dear diary , I don't know how to tell you this .... the daisies , mangoes , apples and peas ..... they caught fire ‘ . 

The ink drained out of the diary . He became pale . 

              ‘ Where are they ?’ he asked trembling , big fat tears pouring down his face . 

             ‘Dead ‘ watermelon said gravely . 

Diary fell on his knees and then to the ground , sobbing hard . 

             ‘ Diary ... listen—

             ‘ she died because of me . She died because of me ‘ he said sobbing . 

              ‘ She died as a warrior , she is a warrior ‘ watermelon said patting the diary gently .

‘ Because of me . Because of me ‘ he sobbed . He stood up with trembling legs and they followed him in bewildered confusion . 

             The diary walked across the backyard and pushed open the door with sadful rage. In the room , in the fireplace a wild fire flickered . Only then did they understand where the diary was going . 

            ‘ No ‘ they cried and ran to the diary but it was too late . The diary ran and jumped into the fire . 

             The fire flared up . A terrible scream rose up from the fire . The diary burned . To red , to orange , to black and to ashes and he was no more .