Like Smoke

I am four hundred years old. Ah yes I am not a turtle. I am not a human.

We are extinct now most of us we live hidden. We are mutants. I have certain powers .

But this is not important now. I have been running refusing to surrender to be studied or put in a laboratory and made to fight for battles.

I don't have any interest in that.

When I was small and young i wanted to write . Write about the great rivers , valleys , mountain and waterfalls . Write about the moon and stars and secret galaxies and hidden cosmic events.

And about the melting crimson sun and about wars and warriors. Of blood hounds of wolfs of wounded lions and of bloody revenge and of islands and pirates their birds and treasures and of majestic ships and their sails.

But the humans plundered everything they plundered our dreams our lives they killed and drove us out and claimed that we were dangerous for earth even when we were not a threat at all.

Mutants were never blood thirsty we were peace loving nature loving beings we were not beasts which we were portrayed to be .

My father was a strong man he had human friends who backstabbed him. He was killed and his body was used for science research.

I felt cheated and miserable but I did not exact revenge.

I waited and forgave them and thought to myself that human race was ignorant and blood thirsty and its end was inevitable as it was lacking all the qualities a race should have to survive.

I could see that it was marching towards its annihilation at a fast pace.

I do respect certain sects of human friends though who are not hypocrits like their brethren.

I often dream and crave for my people family and love.

But I know that won't be easy to attain in this life on earth.

I will change my body and will move beyond Earth to a different time zone and there maybe after a thousand light years I'll attain peace and some stability.

It doesn't seem or sound easy and it is not.

But Earth for now is only for the humans or as they think as of now before a major blow or catastrophe. That will break their arrogance and their violent ways.

I feel sorry for them they will kill their own kind soon as they have been doing to others.

I have been pondering over a lot of things i have no ill feelings but I will miss Earth as it was my home too.

I had been in love with the trees my river my lake the mountains the mornings the noons the sanguine evenings and lot of more things.

I shall leave with a heavy heart anyway.

But before leaving i have to finish one last thing .

Beyond these mountains there is a blue valley . My grandmother is buried there I will go there and pray there .

After a few days I reach there finally. On the epitaph i find a weird and ancient map . In Persian language was written a route to the stars far-off ones where I will I may find a home . A permanent one a home among the stars.

It was written who ever find this ,it is not for me but for the next generation who will not find peace and justice on earth can go to the stars and make his life meaningful there . It was difficult to decipher at first but then the broken peices of words made sense.

I was skeptical but had no choice and decided to embark on the unique journey defying time space and matter.

For that I had to disintegrate and become like dust.

I would rise like smoke and then vanish.

I would rise above the clouds the envelope of atmosphere and then cling to some comet or asteroid and leave this Earth's gravitation pull.

It was as if, I was writing new laws of Physics.

I would then shoot like a bullet into a sea of void vacuum and nothingess and cross the time zones like light and after some immeasurable stats for human mind i will reach the star my final home.

I could fail too and if I succeed i might reunite with my family.

But I had made up my mind i will not remain here on Earth .

My time was over here had my heart was full i was not angry or remorseful i just didn't want to stay.

My journey my yearning was too deep and i was leaving .