Chapter 3: Journey Toward Destiny — Part 2:The Divine disguise as child ?

The Paradise Empire: The Land of Ten Rivers

 Chapter 3: Journey Toward Destiny — Part 2:The Divine disguise as child ? 

Across the Ten Rivers(Scene shifts: Past. The road from Manūrū.)

The bullock chariot sped across the land, dwarfing the slow, heavy trade carts that moved in its dust.

Vīra drove, his posture alert and proud, guiding the magnificent, high-humped zebus.

They were moving at an extraordinary pace—eating up the miles through green fields and past scattered lake villages.They followed the course of the Pedda Nadi (the Great River), a lifeline of the Land of Ten Rivers.

In just a few days, they had crossed nearly eighty small villages, bypassing days of travel time simply because of the speed and power of their chariot.

Evening: A Roadside Village
(Scene shifts: Evening.)

The day's journey had been long. The friends pulled into a small settlement, stopping their chariot and the attached storage cart filled with valuable trade items.The villagers, impressed by the grandeur of the racing zebus, welcomed them warmly and showed them a place to rest for the night.

After settling their goods and securing the bulls, it was Tim’mayya’s turn to stand guard.Vīra, exhausted from the physical strain of driving and controlling the powerful animals, was already deep in sleep.

Tim’mayya sat cross-legged near the flickering oil lamp, chewing on a stalk of dry grass.He looked across the tent at the sleeping form of his cousin.

Tim’mayya (whispering to himself):

 “He was always like this, wasn’t he? Hard-working, and the one who cares more about honor and dharma, eh?

My cousin Vīra was not what he looked like on the outside. He was... more mysterious.”

The Born Signs and the Name

(Scene shifts: Flashback — Tim’mayya’s narration begins. Ancient Manūrū, twenty years earlier.)

The scene dissolves into the vibrant colors of a traditional birth celebration.

Tim’mayya’s Voice (narrating):“To understand his mystery, you must start at the beginning.The day Vīra was born was not like any other day in Manūrū.”

At the time of his birth, Vīra bore two symbols upon his shoulders.On the right—the mark of the Horned White Horse, the Vāhanaṁ (Vehicle) of the great God of Glory, Virrayya.On the left—the mark of the White Elephant, the Vāhanaṁ of the great Protector God, Nalannaya.

The priests were stunned by these signs.Vīra’s parents, my parents, and the entire family were overcome with joy.Because of the horse symbol of the God of Glory, they named him Vīra, after the god himself.

Tim’mayya’s Voice: “I still remember when we were just children...”

The Path of Power

(Scene shifts: Flashback. Vīra and Tim’mayya, around age 8. A forest path.)

Young Vīra and Tim’mayya were racing along a rarely used forest trail when their way was blocked by a massive boulder that had rolled down the hillside.

An elder, bent with age, came behind them and shook his head slowly.

Elder Man: “It’s no use, boys. This path got blocked when I was young. You both should turn back.”

Vīra’s eyes widened. He didn’t speak.He simply walked up to the boulder, his small face set in fierce determination.He raised his little fist and struck the hard granite.

As he did so, the two birthmarks on his shoulders began to glow—the Horse symbol blazed crimson,the Elephant symbol burned deep black.

At first, nothing happened.

Suddenly, their fathers’ voices echoed through the trees—

Fathers (off-screen): “Vīra! Tim’ma!”

Vīra looked back and shouted—

Vīra: “Coming, Father!”
He rushed toward the sound.

As they turned to leave, a tremendous grinding sound filled the forest.The elder screamed and fell back in terror.The great boulder that Vīra had struck had shattered into countless small stones, clearing the ancient path.

Young Tim’mayya’s eyes were wide in awe.He looked from the shattered rock to his retreating cousin.

Tim’mayya: “Vīra... what did you just...?”

Tim’mayya’s Voice (narrating): “That was just one of many incidents that showed us he was different.And it was around that time that he found his dear brothers—the zebu bulls.”

The Divine Bulls

(Scene shifts: Flashback. Few months Later , at Vīra’s home.)

Tim’mayya’s father and Vīra’s father were seated, telling the boys stories of their great ancestors.

Vīra’s Father: “Our ancestors were great bowmen! When the time called for it, they saved our village from the wolves and the foxes!”

Vīra’s eyes glowed with excitement.

Tim’mayya (narration):“And this fool — my cousin Vīra — listened to the entire story, eyes shining, and then shouted, ‘I’ll become a great bowman too!’ And before anyone could stop him… he disappeared.”

Scene shifts :Deep in the Forest

Vīra wandered through the woods, quickly crafting a crude bow and arrows.Spotting a stout tree, he fixed a mark and released his arrow—it hit the target perfectly

He did it again, aiming for his first arrow, and the second shaft split the first clean in two.

Scene shifts: (Sky/Divine View)

High above the forest, two divine beings were watching.

First Entity: “Look there! He is our Vīra.”

Second Entity: “It is time. The right time to meet him.”

They descended swiftly, their forms shimmering as they neared the forest floor.

At the Village

Vīra’s mother wept as his father tried to comfort her.

Vīra’s Father:“Don’t worry. I will bring him back!”

The family searched frantically through the village borders.

Forest Edge Vīra heard rustling from a nearby bush.

Peering through, he saw two beautiful baby zebu bulls—identical twins, their coats white with faint golden sheen.

Vīra:“What wide-eyed beauties are you doing alone here? Where are your mother and father?”He looked around, but the forest was silent.

Vīra: “Will you come home with me?”Both calves nodded gently—as if agreeing.

Back at Vīra’s Home

The family was still anxious when they saw him return—a small boy with a bow and two gentle calves walking beside him.

He looked adorable yet strangely divine.

His mother rushed to him, tears streaming.

Mother: “Where were you, Vīra? We were so worried!”

Vīra:“mother, I went to the forest to become a great bowman, like Father said about our ancestors.

And there, I found these two!”

His father’s stern tone followed.

Father: “Don’t you ever leave our house without telling us again, Vīra! Do you understand?”

Vīra nodded innocently and pointed at the calves.Vīra:“Can we keep them?”

The parents looked at the gentle creatures.After a long pause, they exchanged glances—and smiled.

Tim’mayya’s Voice (narrating): “This is how we got those bulls.More like brothers to him, really.”

Setting the Guard(Scene shifts: Present. Roadside camp, Night.)

Tim’mayya looked once more at the two great bulls resting beside the chariot, then at the sleeping Vīra.

Tim’mayya: “And that is just one of many incidents...There are more.”

The camera pans upward — showing the silent village night, the stars shimmering above, and the Pedda Nāḍi River flowing like silver under the moonlight.

A faint wind passes through the fields — carrying the sound of distant temple bells.

End of Chapter 3 – Part 2

Next: The First Battle