Two Currents, One Will

Morning arrived without sunlight.
Mist clung to the Varuna Temple like a living thing, crawling along stone corridors and pooling at Kedar’s feet. He stood in the central courtyard, shirt damp, breath steadying. The daggers rested in his hands—one warm, one cold.
Fire Prana answered his right.Water Prana whispered to his left.
They did not clash.
They did not merge.
They waited.
“Again,” Dhruva said.
Kedar stepped forward.
The stone beneath his feet slickened instantly as water surged upward, coating the ground. At the same time, heat pulsed through his veins—not flaring, not exploding, just present.
He moved.
Slowly at first.
Each step required thought. Not calculation—awareness. The water shifted beneath him, trying to pull him off balance. The fire tried to surge, to dominate.
He forced neither.
He adjusted.
His body twisted, pivoting with the flow. The daggers traced controlled arcs through the mist, leaving faint trails of heat and condensation.
Then—
Dhruva struck.
A sudden lash of water snapped toward Kedar’s legs.
Kedar reacted on instinct—fire surged—
—and he slipped.
He hit the ground hard, breath knocked from his lungs.
Dhruva didn’t move.
“You panicked,” he said.
Kedar pushed himself up, frustration burning behind his eyes. “You attacked without warning.”
Dhruva nodded. “So will he.”
Silence followed.
Guru Parshu approached, staff tapping once against the stone. “You’re trying to manage your power,” he said. “But power is not a beast to be caged.”
Kedar exhaled sharply. “Then what is it?”
Parshu looked toward the flowing channels of the temple. “A river. One that must be crossed.”
Dhruva crouched beside Kedar. “You don’t fight water by burning it. And you don’t fight fire by drowning it.”
He tapped both daggers.
“These are not weapons,” Dhruva continued. “They are regulators. Training wheels.”
Kedar frowned. “So when do I stop using them?”
Dhruva stood. “When you stop needing to ask.”

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Cutaway — The Sky Moves
Far from the temple, clouds churned unnaturally.
A village burned.
Fields of grain smoldered beneath falling embers, feathers of fire slicing through the air like blades. People ran, screaming, scattering into the hills.
Above it all—
Wings spread wide.
The figure hovered, fire and wind spiraling around his form. His gaze was distant, thoughtful—not cruel.
“This one,” he murmured, watching the flames die down. “Too weak.”
He turned toward the horizon.
Toward the mountains.
“Soon.”

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Back at Varuna Temple — Evening
Kedar knelt at the pool’s edge, hands submerged, eyes closed.
For the first time, he didn’t summon anything.
He listened.
The water moved around his fingers, cool and alive. Fire pulsed in his chest—steady, restrained.
Not enemies.
Not allies.
Parts of him.
Dhruva watched silently.
Guru Parshu broke the quiet. “Your mind is quieter today.”
Kedar nodded. “The anger’s still there. But… it’s not screaming.”
Dhruva smirked faintly. “Good. Because tomorrow, we remove the daggers.”
Kedar’s eyes snapped open. “Already?”
Dhruva met his gaze evenly. “He won’t wait for you to feel ready.”
A long pause.
“…If I fail?” Kedar asked.
Parshu stepped forward. “Then you learn,” he said. “Or you die.”
Dhruva added calmly, “Preferably the first.”
Kedar stood.
Fire flickered once—then settled.
Water rippled gently.
“I won’t lose again,” Kedar said quietly.
Dhruva’s eyes softened, just a fraction. “Careful,” he warned. “That promise has broken better warriors than you.”

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Elsewhere — The Prison
Shakti’s breathing had slowed.
She sat upright now, eyes sharp despite exhaustion.
Aryan leaned close, whispering. “He’s getting closer.”
She nodded. “I can feel it.”
The wind shifted.
The winged figure landed behind them, silent as falling ash.
“Your friend trains well,” he said.
Shakti didn’t turn. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Watching potential,” he corrected. “Is fascinating.”
Aryan clenched his jaw. “You won’t win.”
The figure laughed softly. “No,” he said. “But he might.”
He stepped back into the wind.
“And when he does,” he added, “I’ll finally fight seriously.”

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Varuna Temple — Night
Kedar stood alone under the open sky.
No daggers.
Fire burned quietly in his veins.
Water flowed calmly beneath his feet.
For the first time since his defeat—
He didn’t feel small.
Above him, thunder rolled.
To be continued.......