The key, chain holed her

For centuries now he was kept away from her. She lived a life of service. Her purpose was the most important to her. She protected the treasure and the secrets with utmost pride and honour. She came from the “Royal Guard” clan. That instilled in her the sense of loyalty towards her creation; purpose and duty that kept her strong even in her rusting days. She made sure her hands never let go of the strength that made her the best in her clan. But today, after all the years of respect and significance she assumed, she felt belittled by him. They had found him. He would control her now.

There is always somebody with a purpose exactly opposite to yours; to make you undo what you do. Ironically, that somebody has no purpose without you. Puppets we are all, of our purposes. Existentialism is a mirage.

They brought him to her chamber. She saw him. The chain who remained her loyal aide suddenly seemed to hold her hands back tight. She knew the time had come. She froze into the moment. She was stabbed by him. Her hands let go loosely. Her body hung tiredly. She heard a distance voice say...

“The key has truly been a national treasure keeper!.....but the lock is so rusty...”