The twin shall never meet

 A strange girl has walked into the fortified village. Her green eyes are red and swollen, apparently due to excessive crying. A crowd has gathered to witness the strange creature. Some are confused, some scared, who is this person or more aptly what is this person. 

She has white skin like the slaves but green eyes like those of the masters! The masters were aghast at the sight! The gods shouldnt allow this! Their slaves cowering behind them were only shocked!

‘You witch! How have you done this?’ asked the old shaman.

‘Why did the guards not stop you from entering!’ she thundered.


‘Why would the guards stop me? Any person with magical eyes can enter and go as per their will. Isn't that the rule? ‘ the girl said in a calm voice. She was barely 16 and wearing a fur robe. Her sleeves intentionally lifted to expose her arms - that weren’t brown!


‘Everyone knows that magical eyes can show up only in the ones descended from earth, not the ones descended from snow!’ the lady shaman replied while looking at the other masters.


‘Then I come from both! The snow then melted and made the earth fertile.’ The girl looked around, gauging the expressions of the people.

‘I am from within you. Those who said the two people couldn’t meet, were proven wrong by my father and my mother. My mother was Frema and my father was Isik. Both from within you but forgotten by you.’

‘Speak not another word! I shall get the chief here immediately and put an end to this blasphemy,’ the old shaman lady turned and headed towards the big house in the center of the village. 

It was early winter and everything had turned white under snow. The slaves were making the last arrangements for winter and the masters were , well they were keeping an eye. 

This cuffufle had broken the monotony. 

‘You are not only born to be slaves. You are equal’ she looked at the slaves and said.

‘You do not need to be animals, you realise that sheep are different from the whites, they are not cattle. They are the same as you. ’ She looked at the masters and said.


‘I don't like what she says, let's bound her before she harms our village’ one of the masters said. A large man with flowing red beard, Ranir, took out a rope and headed towards the girl. He stopped for a second and looked around ‘it is not time to be scared, come here and hold her hands. You Hagas! Byog!’


‘This will not last forever and you all know this! My parents were a proof that a different world will come. Dont be silent, speak out!’ she shouted as them men tied her hands behind her back and made her sit down.

‘All you whites get going! Do you work, nothing to see here!’ shouted Ranir. 

The crowd dispersed. 

The girl was now weeping as half a dozen men and women stood around. The girl could not hear them clearly but she knew all of them had their gaze fixed on her.


The chief arrived. ‘Who are you and what do you want?’ 

‘I am one of you and want to have a place here’ said the girl.

‘You are the daughter of Frema  and Isik you say? ’ asked the chief. Isik was his brother who had vanished many moons ago.

‘Yes, I am your niece’ said the girl.

‘You are an abomination is what you are. Slit her throat and leave her for the wolves’ he turned and walked back.

Everyone around was taken aback, even the old shaman. It was not allowed to spill the blood of one with magical eyes.

‘She is a lying witch, don't you fall for her words’. She took out her blade and before even the girl herself could understand what had just happened, she slit her throat.

The old shaman looked around herself and could sense the doubt in their eyes. 

‘Take her to the woods and let the wolves devour her’

She now looked at the girl, she was holding onto her neck with blood gushing out, choking for breath. 

‘We know the truths, you whites can play all tricks!’


The time was 9000 BC, the place was eastern Poland. The two people, one with white skin and brown eyes, the other with brown skin and green eyes had been at conflict. One had enslaved the other. The cycle of conflict and co-operation would follow for generations. The differences that shall spill blood shall eventually merge to form a common identity, and two were once so markedly separate shall be forgotten.

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