The Twin Prophecy of Kashi

A Few Years Ago – Kingdom of Kashi, Varinai
The Kingdom of Kashi, nestled between the silver rivers of the Varinai plains and the evergreen mountains of Aurach, stood as a beacon of order and enlightenment. While neighboring realms squabbled over borders and bloodlines, Kashi flourished under a king who was neither tyrant nor puppet, but a man of wisdom—King Desha of House Amratan.
Desha had been born a scholar, trained as a diplomat, and tempered in war. But above all, he was known as the Philosopher King—a ruler who spent his mornings in the palace libraries, his afternoons among the common folk, and his nights walking alone in silent gardens beneath star maps carved into the stone.
Under his rule, education became a right, not a privilege.He abolished blood-taxation from the border villages.He personally led negotiations to end the Thirty-Year Hill War with the southern tribes.Even his court of law, once plagued by corruption, had been reformed into a place of fairness, where a peasant’s voice could stand against a noble’s decree.
The people of Kashi did not just obey King Desha.They believed in him.
So, when the Divine Saint of Nirvana Shrine sent word that he had received a revelation of fate, the entire palace turned still with anticipation.
This was not the first time the Saint had spoken prophecy.He had predicted the Eclipse Harvest, the rise of the Plague Wind, and even the fall of the Eastern Duke whose cruelty had made children disappear from their homes.
But this prophecy was different.

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Inside the throne chamber, golden sunlight filtered through high glass windows etched with the stories of old gods. The chamber was packed—ministers, generals, noble houses, and the Royal Oracle Council all stood waiting.
At the center stood the Saint, draped in ash-white robes that shimmered faintly with celestial ink. His eyes were clouded, not with blindness—but with visions.
He raised his hand, and silence fell.
“To His Majesty Desha Amratan, Son of Balance and Ruler of Kashi, I bring words not from men, nor stars, but from the Weave of Fate itself.”


Desha stepped down from his throne. “Speak them, Holy One. Let truth fall where it may.”
The Saint took a deep breath.
 “Your Majesty, the Queen shall bear twins.One shall be a child of divine radiance, destined to hold the favor of the gods.The other shall be shrouded in primordial darkness, his soul etched not by evil, but by entropy—an echo of something ancient, hidden even from the gods.Their lives shall mark the turning point of this age.”


A wave of disbelief swept the court. Murmurs filled the chamber like bees in a jar.
Desha's face remained calm, though his heart stirred beneath the still waters of his thoughts.
“Tell me their names.”


The Saint bowed his head. “The first shall be called Shaurya, the Flameborn.The second… Prahlad, the Silent One.”

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That night, Desha summoned his most trusted advisors, generals, and senior noble lords into the Ivory Council Hall. It was a place of shadows and long truths, used only when the future of the kingdom trembled.
Queen Aoi, his beloved consort, remained in her chamber, unaware.
Aoi had been the Queen not just by marriage, but by heart. Daughter of the old Sage-King of the Riverlands, her wisdom matched Desha's in depth. But this burden… this terrible dilemma… Desha chose to carry alone, for now.
He turned to his ministers.
“We must protect the kingdom,” Desha said. “And both children.”
General Rajh grimaced. “Your Majesty, if this prophecy spreads, the people will fear the younger twin. Superstition will breed hate.”
Minister Yoran added, “Even now, whispers might form that Prahlad is a curse. It may destabilize the nobility, and worse—the Temple of the Flame God may call for… preemptive action.”
An old noble scoffed. “Surely, it is better to raise the Hero and quietly... contain the dark one?”
Desha’s voice cut clean across the room. “You speak of my son.”
The chamber froze.
Desha continued. “Both children shall be raised. Loved. Educated. Trained. The prophecy speaks of fate, not finality. Light and dark are threads woven in balance. Kashi will not become a kingdom that fears its own future.”
“But the people—” someone started.
“Will not know,” Desha said firmly. “At least not yet.”
The council bowed.
It was decided. Prahlad's existence would be kept hidden from the public, his name never spoken outside royal circles. Shaurya would be raised in the palace, trained as a noble prince, hero of light and heir to Kashi. Prahlad, however, would be protected in secrecy—his life monitored, but not mistreated. He would be given a new identity, far from the capital.
But Desha knew the path ahead would be treacherous.
For one day, the world would learn the truth. And that day… would shape the future of Varinai itself.

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In the quiet hours before dawn, King Desha stood in the nursery, watching over the two newborns.
Shaurya, already glowing with a subtle warmth, his heartbeat like a drum in tune with the world.And Prahlad, silent, his tiny hand clenched around nothing—but Desha felt something vast and cold stir around him. Not evil. Not malice. But something older than either.
Queen Aoi stirred beside him. She had not been told. Not yet.
Desha kissed both their foreheads, voice low.
“May the world one day see the truth of both of you.May it have the courage to accept it.”