In the deep forest of the north, where sunlight came down weak and soft through many leaves, there stood Shon Yakshini. She was the keeper of the kamarupi yakshini's power. It looked as if nature had given all its beauty to her.
Her skin was golden, soft like sandal. Her long black hair shone like night, and in it white flowers were tied. Her ears were sharp and pretty, like in old stories of elves and forest goddesses. Her eyes were half closed, as if listening to some secret.
She wore a green silk dress. It was light, flowing, almost like water. The deep cut showed her fine body. On her waist shone a blue jewel, bright like a river's heart. She stood in shallow water, and waves touched her feet. Around her was green mist, and in it floated tiny lights, like stars fallen from the sky.
In her hand was a staff, made from an old tree branch. On it shone a green stone, full of glowing power. It looked like her source of magic.
Beside her stood her host—Surya, a young boy of eighteen. His body was strong and fit like an old warrior's, but his face was soft and handsome like a flower in the forest. His eyes were deep brown, shining with loyalty to the yakshini. His skin was golden, like the sun.
He wore clothes of green and black—silk mixed with leather. On his shoulders silver thread was stitched, like forest leaves. A belt was tied on his waist, with a dagger hanging. His boots were strong for the forest paths, and a cloak flew on his shoulders in the wind.
Surya said with joy—
"What a life! I never thought the nights before and after three days could be so different."
Shon Yakshini touched her head to his and said—
"For three days, you have made me so happy that even I felt shy… I thought no one could be above me."
Surya, half faint, whispered—
"Now let us go there… you said I have a tribe where I am the ruler."
Shon, with pride, replied—
"Hmmm."
Surya held her so close that no space was between them. One hand was on her waist, the other held her hand tight, like a bond of life. Their steps fell together, their breath moved in one rhythm.
In the green glow around them, they walked like two birds showing deep love. The air was calm. Only their soft breathing and the glow of divine energy moved around.
Soon, the first light of dawn came. Shon Yakshini and Surya reached the big gate of a huge tribe. The tribe looked rich and full of growth—tall houses, carved walls, clear water sources, and neat streets. It looked like a fine city.
But behind all this wealth was silence. The people lived well, but inside their hearts was fear. No loud voices, no laughter, no noise. It was as if silence itself ruled here.
As soon as Shon Yakshini and Surya walked on the city path, people bowed down. Their eyes stayed low, lips stayed closed, but it was clear—they felt respect, honor, and fear together.
Some whispered softly—
"Welcome, Queen…"
Others spoke in secret words—
"Another new host has come to die like a goat…"
The silence, the bowed heads, and the whispers filled the city with mystery. Surya felt both curious and warned. But on Shon Yakshini's face was a light smile—as if she had seen all this before.
Shon Yakshini spoke in a slow but strong voice—
"Work well for your queen! Is my palace clean or not?"
Her words spread like a spell in the whole city. People shook with fear. Some ran, shouting—
"Is the queen's palace clean? Check, check!"
"If not, clean it now!"
"Cook food! Bring good wine!"
The city changed in a moment. What was still and quiet now turned full of rush and noise. Everyone ran to work, to make sure the queen's order was done on time.
All ran towards the great palace in the middle of the city. It was not just a house, but a sign of power and wealth. Its walls were of marble, shining with glass and gems. The light of dawn fell on it, and the palace looked like a living jewel, glowing over the whole city.
Slowly, Shon Yakshini and her host Surya walked towards the palace. Her steps were cold, and people moved back in fear. Yet her eyes shone with such power that all bowed again and again before her.