Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The begining
In a dimly lit room, a young woman stared at the night sky, her restless eyes gazed blankly at the moon, forming a silver reflection in her dark eyes. The moonlight fell on her smooth white skin, with her silver hair glowing, she appeared as a goddess living on earth. She moved her hand on her abdomen, feeling a slight movement inside. Corner of her red lips rose, as she closed her eyes,
"It's alright dear,..your father will return safely..." Her smile stretched as she whispered, her eyes opened,
"Uh..haha" She lightly laughed while covering her mouth, as her hand felt a sudden movement,
Then her eyes suddenly opened wide, her face got dark, a sharp pain originated from her abdomen.
[THUD]
She fell on the floor, succumbing to the intense pain, sweat covered her entire face with lips getting dry, she felt an intense heat throughout her body.
"[COUGH…]..."Blood gushed out her mouth, completely dark in color;
"H…hel…" She tried to cry for help, her eyes staring at the metal door, she failed to produce sound, her hope of getting help disappeared in moments, her heart began racing with vision getting blurry every passing moment. She turned towards her left, finding a sheathed sword lying on a table. She tried getting up, but the intense pain made holding on to consciousness a daunting task. She grit her teeth, clenched her fists and began dragging her body forward using her elbow, her hands often slipped on the smooth floor, but her eyes stayed on the sword. After a seemingly endless struggle, she felt her shoulders touching the wooden limbs of the table, she stretched her shaking hands, with her eyes still staring at the ground, her palms restlessly moved on the table surface. Her hands gripped on the cold metal, she used all of her strength, unsheathing the sword in an instant.
[SHING]
The sound of the blade hitting the ground echoed inside the room,
"Ugh…" She dragged herself back, and placed her palm on the sharp blade;
[SLASH]
Blood began flowing out of her palm, she placed her finger on the cold floor, with her vision getting darker, she trusted her instincts and began drawing symbols. She felt her heart beating slower and slower, losing the strength to keep her eyes open, but, in that desperate moment, with her fleeting life, her hands refused to stop, creating symbols by her own blood. Within moments, her movements stopped, eyes stayed open while staring at the moon.
[WOOOOOO]
A dark energy appeared out of the symbols and rushed towards her.
***
{Eight years later}
A large castle, made of gold stood tall. Just beside the castle, a small group of trees waved in the wind, separated by a thin dirt path.
A silver haired boy, walked slowly on the dirt path with shaking legs, his skin almost touched his bone, with eyes deep inside his skull. He held a bundle of twigs on his shoulder, his eyes blankly stared forward, his mouth stayed open, with teeth hitting each other in unison with every step forward. Cold wind kept flowing, causing him to shiver constantly, as his tattered clothes failed to provide him warmth.
[SMACK….THUD]
The boy felt a strike on his back. His body, not possessing even an iota of resistance fell instantly on the ground, causing his nose to bleed.
[TRR…]
Twigs fell and got scattered on the ground, he felt an immense pain at his nose, quickly covering it with his hand, warm blood covered his palm. Even after getting hit, he dared not to look at the one responsible, seemingly aware of the person. He tried to get up, still staring at the ground,
[SMACK..]
Another strike made his face crash in the ground;
"HAHAHAH….look at this filth…won't you greet me?...I am the only one who bothers to meet you.." Someone said while standing right beside him,
"haah…" The boy groaned softly, tried to lift his body again;
[SMACK…]
"JUST CRAWL LIKE A WORM…" The same voice said again, as he felt something pushing on his back, forcing his mouth on the ground.
"Why are you even alive till now?..." The man whispered in his ears;
The boy clenched his fists and began resisting,
[TAK…TAK..]
The boy heard hasty footsteps from his left, managing to slightly turn his head, he saw a maid rushing towards him.
"Kunwar…Vijay...your guests are almost here…" The maid said in a concerned tone while breathing heavily;
{Kunwar:- A word to respectfully address a prince in ancient hindi}
"TCH!"
He felt the force on his back disappear, as he heard footsteps slowly leading away from him.
Soon, a man with golden hair reaching his shoulders appeared in his vision. He placed his hand on the ground and began lifting his body up,
"Ugh…" He groaned as immense pain overwhelmed his entire body, he grit his teeth and finally got up.
"Haaah…" He gasped for air, as his eyes gazed at the twigs on the ground. He began picking them one after the another, forcing his feeble body to struggle at its limits.
[WHISPER]
His ears caught voices of people whispering in a distance, his heart felt the hidden mockery among the whispers. He glanced and found a group of young girls standing behind a tree, staring at the man moving towards the castle, with eyes filled with envy and amazement.
He continued his slow walk after picking the twigs, the blood in his nose froze, forcing him to breath through his mouth, the cold air made his mouth dry, worsening his condition.
His struggle led him in front of a wooden shed, the walls had begun rotting, webs seemingly everywhere, the shed reflected its owner's condition remarkably.
He threw the bundle on the ground, near a small pile of ash, and entered the shed. The conditions inside weren't too dissimilar from the outside, with the only place missing cobwebs being a pile of dried grass in the corner, he moved forward;
[CRIEK]
The sound of wood under his feet echoed, alarming the rats inside, causing them to run around. He reached the pile and lied down, instantly falling asleep.
***
{Inside the castle}
Vijay stood at the entrance with a bright smile, his gaze staying at a wagon arriving, followed by hundreds of soldiers. The wagon finally stopped at the entrance, all of the maids and soldiers standing instantly bowed their heads, including the boy. An old man, with beard reaching his chest and wearing ordinary orange clothes exited the wagon. He raised both of his arms, one holding a YOGDANDA and another KAMANDALA.
{YOGDANDA:- A wooden rest used by yogis in ancient india while meditating}
{KAMANDALA:- A small pot to carry water with a handle}
All of the bowed heads rose up, seemingly getting permission from this old man.
"I welcome Rishi VISISTHA in PADMA kingdom" The golden boy man spoke with a smile,
{RISHI:- Enlightened human beings who spent their entire life meditating}
"....." The old man stayed silent, with his eyes scanning his surroundings, finally stopping at the very left of the castle, staring at the garden.
"Uh..haha….sir..you might be tire…." The man tried to speak, but got interrupted as the old man raised his hands.
"Lead us to the king boy" The old man replied, the golden haired man instantly clenched his fists behind his back…but his expression stayed humble;
"S..sure…please follow us…" He said while stretching his arm towards the castle while walking inside. The old man followed the man and arrived inside a large luxurious room, with a middle aged man lying on the bed at the center, his face had turned completely pale, with eyes turning red and lips dry. A woman with golden hair, and wearing royal clothing stood beside the bed with her head bowed down.
"Mahoday…..I…am…thankful…for…your…presence…" The man on the bed struggled to speak,
{MAHODAY:- Used to address an elder in a respectful manner}
"King Varthi, I'm called here, so I suppose you want to know of the future.." The old man spoke, turning a blind eye to the king's condition.
"Not his future, mahoday..I want to hear the future of the next generation" The woman spoke, while glancing at Vijay smirking.
"Hearing your voice is nothing more than a sin" The old man spoke instantly. The woman frowned, but stayed silent, then the old man turned towards the king;
"Your son,..he will rise to be the lord of the lords, completely shattering our perception of power and will shine as an unreachable star, looking down at us. We will do nothing but look up and stare at his majesty, living under his mercy." The old man spoke with his eyes closed, the entire room went silent, only the sound of wind entering through the window could be heard. The old man opened his eyes and found the woman smirking;
"You seem to contradict your predictions from a few years ago …" She spoke while bowing down with a satisfied smile,
"Hpmh…cunning woman…the only thing contradictory is your words and your actions…I never said it will be YOUR son" The old man said as he turned back and began walking away;
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN???" The woman spoke in a loud voice, completely shattering the act of respect, but the old man never halted his steps…
"Destiny…you can't change it no matter what you do….even gods had to accept with their head down….what power does a puny human like you hold?" He said as he exited the room;
The face of the woman had turned red, as veins on her forehead bulged;
"Usha…stop your madness….please…." The man on the bed said with teary eyes, as he stared at the ceiling with a heart filled with regret,
"I…I will never accept that treacherous destiny!" The woman said while clenching her fists, causing her palm to bleed. Vijay frowned while stomping out of the room.
[CRASH]
A loud noise woke the silver haired boy, he rubbed his eyes to get rid of the blurry vision.
"I WILL KILL THE REASON" A woman spoke while entering, she held a sword in her left hand while her eyes were filled with bloodlust, appearing as if they will devour the boy,
"M..mothe…" The boy quickly got up, and moved towards the corner, his heart began racing as he sensed immense danger to his life..
[THRRR…]
Thunder cracked in the sky, for instance, revealing the woman's demonic face, rain began pouring inside the shed, soaking the grass pile in front. The woman began walking, with his fear increasing with her wet steps, while her sword kept carving the floor wood..
"Wh..what happened?...." The boy asked in a shaky voice, he suddenly crashed into the wall and fell down, leaving him nowhere to run for his life. Usha stretched her hand and held his hair,
"YOU….AND THAT BITCH….YOU BOTH ARE CURSES….I WILL GET RID OF THIS CURSE….JUST LIKE I DID THAT DAY…" Usha began dragging the boy outside, with her eyes engulfed in madness.
[Chapter 1: END]
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