Manas, Tejas, and Bruzo: The Day They Faced the Witch at the Park
Some friendships are built on similarity.
The dangerous ones are built on contradiction.
Manas and Tejas were best friends, though nobody truly understood how.
Manas believed the world respected strength.
Tejas believed the world bowed to intelligence.
One solved problems with force.
The other solved them before force became necessary.
And somehow, between arguments, sarcasm, debates, and occasional threats of “I’ll prove you wrong one day,” they remained inseparable.
Then there was Bruzo.
Their dog, companion. Their unpaid therapist.
One bright morning, the trio decided to take a break from their forest home and visit the city’s famous play park.
Manas was excited for the rides.
Tejas was excited to observe “urban recreational engineering.”
Bruzo was excited because existing itself was enough reason for excitement.
They rode their old tractor through dusty roads toward the city, attracting the exact amount of attention a tractor carrying two boys and a hyperactive dog usually attracts.
After reaching the city, they exchanged the tractor for a sleek car at a nearby showroom.
“Civilization has standards,” Tejas said proudly.
“We literally arrived in a tractor,” Manas replied.
The park was massive.
Children screamed on roller coasters.
Music echoed through the air.
Vendors sold everything from balloons to snacks with suspiciously bright colors.
For hours, the three enjoyed themselves.
Manas challenged impossible rides like they personally insulted him.
Tejas kept explaining the physics behind every attraction until Manas threatened to throw him out of one.
Bruzo chased pigeons with determination powerful enough to deserve government funding.
Everything felt normal. Too normal. Near the edge of the park stood a small boy.
Quiet. Still. Watching.
Tejas noticed him first.
“That child has been standing there for ten minutes.”
Manas shrugged.
“Maybe he’s waiting for someone.”
Bruzo growled softly. Not loudly. Just enough to disturb the silence.
Then the boy smiled. And suddenly, the entire aroma changed.
The air turned cold. The lights flickered. People stopped laughing. Kids started crying.
The child’s form twisted unnaturally before transforming into a horrifying witch.
Dark robes.
Burning eyes.
A wand glowing with terrifying energy.
Panic spread like wildfire across the park. People screamed and ran in every direction.
But Manas and Tejas stood their ground. Not because they were fearless. Because some people react to danger by running… and others react by becoming more alive.
The witch raised her wand and blasted dark magic across the park, shattering benches and sending people into deeper panic.
Manas clenched his fists.
“Finally,” he muttered.
Tejas looked horrified. “You say that during a magical attack?”
Manas charged forward before logic could stop him.
The witch attacked again, but Manas dodged through the chaos with raw force and determination.
Punch.
The witch staggered.
Another punch.
The wand trembled in her hand.
Tejas analyzed everything rapidly, her movements, timing, weakness, patterns.
“MANAS! The wand is the source of her power!”
“I figured that out after the exploding green death rays!”
With one final strike, Manas knocked the wand out of the witch’s hand.
It spun through the air and landed near Tejas.
The witch’s expression changed instantly. Fear.
Because magic does not always choose the strongest person.
Sometimes…
it chooses the worthiest mind.
Tejas slowly picked up the wand.
The energy around it reacted violently at first before calming in his grip.
Manas smirked.
“Great. Now your ego has magical proof.”
“Silence. I’m concentrating.”
The witch screamed and lunged toward them.
Bruzo barked fiercely and jumped in front, distracting her for a crucial second.
That second was enough.
Tejas raised the wand.
Not wildly.
Not emotionally.
Precisely. And broke it, as if it was a pencil, casually.
A brilliant surge of energy burst forward like concentrated sunlight cutting through darkness itself.
The witch let out one final scream before vanishing into nothingness. Gone. Just like that.
Silence filled the park.
Then came applause.
Cheering erupted from every direction as people rushed toward the trio in gratitude.
Children surrounded Bruzo first, which honestly offended Manas a little.
“I punched a witch.”
Bruzo barked proudly.
“Yes yes, teamwork,” Tejas said.
Moments later, the wand began glowing again before disappearing into thin air, as though its purpose had been fulfilled.
As the sun began to set, the three friends walked back toward their car.
Manas still believed strength mattered most.
Tejas still believed intelligence ruled the world.
And Bruzo still believed pigeons were a national threat.
But deep down, all three understood something greater that day:
Strength without intelligence becomes destruction.
Intelligence without courage becomes helplessness.
But together?
They become something darkness fears.
Moral:
True power is not found in strength alone or intelligence alone - but in the unity of courage, wisdom, and loyalty.
Written by Shanmukha | Curious Herald
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