The morning was filled with the sound of the birds chirping which coincided with the rising of the sun. The weather was sunny but a cold breeze was still blowing which signaled the arrival of the spring. The sky above was of a clear blue hue. The day could not be more beautiful but there was still something sinister afoot. The horror was not over and there was still much to come.

Faizan gently drove the car over a small bump at an intersection that signalled the end of the village territory. He did not bother checking if anyone was arriving on the wider and relatively smoother dirt road that endlessly stretched ahead of him. He settled into the seat knowing there was a long drive ahead of him. He did not mind. He had been through hell and worse.

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And he had survived.

The witches had chosen to stay in Seywal informing him that they had preparations to make before they joined the civilised world. He had been given a duty too. One that would usher in a new age for them.

He grabbed onto the satchel that was on the passenger seat and felt a smile form on his face as he looked at the glowing content inside. He reached into the satchel and felt the porcupine quills slide over his fingers, filling him up with the goddess’s energy. He turned around to look at the giant sacks that were choke full of the porcupine quills that he would spread onto the rooftops of locations they had strategically chosen.

It was time to change the world in her image. For so long had there not been peace for women in South Asia. The rates of murder and rape were at a sky high level. There was no freedom for the woman and the society was largely patriarchal. This would soon change.

The world would be hers.

He would make sure of it.