They reached the village quickly and Dheer took his father to a nearby clinic. They were able to stop the bleeding.
“We need to transfer him to a hospital in the city. It’s a heavy wound” said the medical staff.
They transported Neal to the hospital in a city; however he lost his arm permanently. Dheer was totally devastated. He took the star locket and threw it in a nearby dustbin.
He was in a rage, guilt and pain “it’s all because of you” he said looking at the locket in the dustbin.
He saw his mom crying and waiting for his father to wakeup.
After two days his father woke up. His mom hugged him tightly crying.
“Oh, you really scared me to death” she said hiccupping. She still doesn’t know how it happened. Dheer was unable to bring himself to tell the truth.
“How did this happen” she questioned. “Oh! How rude of me, how are you feeling? Are you hungry? Would you like me to get you something to eat? She questioned without taking a breath.
“Uma, calm down, I am fine” he said trying to move his right hand, then his face fell. Uma saw the change in expression, she cried unable to control herself.
A nurse came in “sir, the police came for a report” she informed.Neal nodded and got ready with his story.
“Inspector, it was an accident happened while making weapon” he informed. They asked few more questions and left.
After they left, his father looked at Dheer, his mom went to get some food.
“I know what you are thinking, why I lied to the police am I right?”
Dheer was silent. “Well you cannot literally say that a god has come to kill us” his father said smiling. “They will think we are mad or cursed”
“Sorry dad...” said Dheer lowering his head, tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because of me your hand...”
“Oh...” was the only expression he gave, after a second he looked straight at his son “Thank you” he said.
Dheer was startled and looked up “Do not lower your head raise it high and be a man, because you made me proud.”
Dheer was confused.
“I knew that you would become something great, imagine my son becoming an apprentice of god, what more can I ask as a father, you made even the gods jealous, hahaha” he laughed.
“I ask you only one thing, embrace your destiny, and become what you are meant. I hope you do not forget that we come from a long line of great weapon smiths. Whoever comes do not waver, fight. Fight for your place, your right. Do not be a coward. Dheer Tvastr thanks for being born for us” he said smiling.
Dheer was unable to control himself, he fell on his knees, tears rolling like a fountain blasted inside him. The love of a father cannot be fathomed. His father was there in his every need, in his victories, in his failures. He did not know how to repay ever.
As his mother entered they stopped talking about it and changed the topic.