Finding the Master

The wife of Bukka Reddy died due to some unknown reason. She was buried with lots of food and her ornaments and I was also under the earth now. I was waiting for someone to find me out and make the best use out of me.

"We will get a good amount this time. I will get keep this," One of them said clearing mud from me.

"I think we will get more of this," another man said pointing towards me.

I dug out by two burglars. Who sold me to a jeweler. I gave 5 coins for myself. I was sold only for 5 coins. Is that my value? I talked to myself.

The ornament maker saw me and found out that I was made up of some unique metal. Which he was not aware of. He planed to melt me and make a crown for the king. He put the wheellock pistol in a furnace for 5 minutes. Oh! I was in 1400 degrees Centigrade temperature. He was shocked with surprise as he opened the door of the furnace and found me in the same shape and size. I was also shocked. He increased the temperature and time both. But I was the same. He took me out, wrapped me in a red cloth, and kept me in a basket. I was not able to sell myself as I am because he bought me from thieves.

He tried to bend me with heavyweights. He tried to cut me into the pieces but all in vain. I was as I was not a single scratch was there.

I was also surprised by this. I had never read or aware of such a metal even in my last birth. Was it the property of the metal or I am immortal. Is that superpower?

The jeweler accepted his defeat and never tried anything, with the pistol again. He thought that I was made up of some unique metal. I was laying in the basket and was waiting for my real master. The next morning the jeweler died after falling from a horse. Now, nobody was in his family was aware of me. I was laying at the same place.

With time I realized that whosoever is becoming my master is dying. Am I cursed? Will I never get a master?

One fine day a Greek sailor came to the shop. The Greek sailor has come to India by sea to meet his friend Azaaaz Ali. He came to the shop to buy some gifts for his friend.

The sailor inquired if they have some different ornament. He was ready to pay any amount for that. The owner showed him a lot of diamonds, bangles, rings. But he didn't like any.

"What is that in red cloth?" The sailor asked.

Jewelers son said nothing and unwrapped the cloth.

"Oh! My God! Wheellock Gun! That's the gift. Now that was different" the sailor said in joy.

Thank God someone knows what a gun is? I was very happy. The sailor paid 500 Gold coins for me.

"I hope that's enough. But where are the bullets?" The sailor asked.

"What? What is that? We don't have whatever you are asking about." The owner replied.

The sailor took me to the ship from which he was supposed to go back to his country. The ship was made up of fine wood. It was a big version of a sailboat. But the ship was luxurious and was filled with all the amenities. He was taking me to Greece.

The mighty ship was too big and beautiful. Being a sailor in last birth I was happy to be inboard again. There was a major fire on board at the dining hall. Within a fraction of seconds, the ship was burning red hot. Everybody jumped into the sea with their valuables except the captain. I was not valuable to anybody hence I rested at the sea bed with the ship and captain. As the ship was sunk nearby a Greece Port Minanda, local peoples have tried to rescue the people. A group of divers went down the sea bed and brought a lot of things. I was also brought up by a diver named Agata.

Agata as his name means. A man with a pure heart was a good man who cleaned me washed me and put me in a beautiful box of silver. Agata knew about pistols and had good knowledge about weapons. He has served in the Greece army for 20 years. He knew that I was a rare wheel lock pistol. He searched for my bullets all over Greece but he was unable to find any bullet suitable for me. He everyday uses to clean me and put me back in that silver box. He used to take no aim and pull the trigger every day after cleaning. He felt like that I was made for him only. He loves the pistol very much and used to kiss me after each time he pulls the trigger. He was tired of searching bullets. Finally decided to make the bullets for me of his own. He started working with a bullet maker. Agata was deployed with the job of putting numbers on the bullets. Which they make for a private army belongs to Sir Ajax. Who was a powerful man of Greece? Slowly Agata learned all about bullet making. He came to know that, it was very costly to make a bullet. He could not effort all that. He knew that if he will sell all his property he can only make 18-20 bullets. But, it was his dream to fire me and for that only he started working here. He sold everything except his house and a small kitchen garden. Within 1 month he made 17 bullets that were suitable for me.

It was time for a trial. He wanted to check for the suitability of the bullets. He put all the 17 bullets in the same silver box where I was. I was very happy that I will be doing soon for what I was made. He worked as a maintenance man and got a job in Sir Ajax's fire range. Now he was waiting for the right time and the day has come.