PROLOGUE.....

"...DISCLAIMER..."

I do not favor any religion in this story, nor do I promote hatred towards any other religion. The world setting of the story combines elements from the past, present, and future conditions of societies. As a result, everything mentioned here is purely imaginative and intended to pique readers' interests. Please don't take the content to heart; simply enjoy it, and if you find it uninteresting, feel free to move on to another story. Thank you for reading.

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In a quaint village, nestled deep within the heart of "Bharatvarsha," under the sprawling canopy of an ancient banyan tree, a group of children had gathered around an old beggar, like tiny ants drawn to a luscious feast, imploring him with eager eyes to share a story.

"Okay okay...let me flash through the old traces of those shabby memories... hmm.... yeah this one will be.." the old beggar consoled the children, as if finding a book from a vast old library.

"Um... what you talking 'bout... we want a story... a story... Grandpa, tell us... yeah, tell us!" the children joined together, confused somewhat..

"Hushhh..." the old beggar silenced the eager kids, a knowing smile on his weathered face, as he began the enchanting tale.

In hushed whispers, His eyes glimmered with a mix of melancholy and wisdom as he gazed into the distance, seemingly lost in memories of an era long gone. Finally, with a soft nod, he began to speak, his voice carrying a haunting aura ..

"Once upon a time, in an age when the stars themselves held secrets of the cosmos, an era of this very land, where the malevolence and malice of humans have turned them into macabre creatures called "rakshasas" plunging the world into despairs, with scarlet ground, grim ambiance and the helpless nature filled with sleeping bodies all around.."

The words became the reality as the beggar began, pushing the children into that malevolent world...their hands began to tremble as their consciousness present the scene before their eyes... he continued further.

"But yet there were some who tried to fight their way till the very last drop of their blood, they fear the death, they fear those creatures but despite that, they had to continue to protect what's theirs, what has to be protected and who has to be protected at all cost..."

"And that's all their efforts went in vain... right before their eyes it all ends, they lose, they lose what's theirs to began with, they despaired in infinity, yet the laughter reach them there... the laughter of their defeat, the laughter of their helplessness.... the laughter of those who took what theirs...."

The words enter the body of the kids making their skins plunge into horror, the chills ran

up their spine, making them burst out in cries.. as they called for their parents to pull them away from their...

The parent ran up to them, saw the children sobbing uncontrollably, embrace them...pushing the old beggar who was trying to console them.

"umm...I..I..am sorry.. I don't know they will be frightened by it...." he apologized bowing his head down..

"what do you do to them.... can't you see they are just children, how can you..." the parents yelled sternly.

"umm..mmm... don't cly shee mom is here, don't be scare your are blave na?" the others comforting their kids and took them away home..

"Sigh... I wasn't trying to scare them....looks like this is just the fruit of my life..." The beggar leaned against the banyan tree, gazing at a group of birds slowly fading in the clouds, with his lonely eyes....

"um.. gl.. glandpa...can you twell me what happened then..(sob..sob..sniff)" A soft sobbing sound sitting in front, startled the old beggar..

"hey.. why haven't you gone...aren't you scared"

"Sob..sob... aff.. coulse not... sniff... glandma told me I should be blave, so I am not scaled" the child shutters sniffing his nose and wiping his eyes.

"Aish...hey you know I am not trying to scare you... it just...just that...nothing...just go home, or I might scare....no scale you"

"No I bill not, I am blave , so tell me what haapen nexst.." the child protests proudly.....(lol)

"pfft... okay.. okay... I bill tell you blave kid" the beggar chortled.

"so...where was I” the beggar one again, turning through the rusty pages of memories

“The land once comprising planes craved through the rivers filled with the very essence of indigo, has now became lifeless filled with crimson reflecting the sole fearful moonlight as an adjective to the despair....

the mountains once lush with greens, are now pointing it thorns towards the very sky it was part of....

the wilderness once wild providing gentleness to the lifeforms, has now become timid due to the overturned nature....

the once sweet uproar has now been overthrown by the coarse silence making its way only for the laughter of the malices”

“hik..hik...sob what happened after then..” the child said sobbingly..

“eeh wh..why are you crying...I think I should stop here” {athr: "What do you mean? Is this how you tell a child a story?

Should I just kick you out? Hmmm."( • ̀ω•́ ) . }

“I am not clying...sniff... pwease don’t stop...sob”

“Okay...okay.. well now eyerything will be alright”

“as the saying goes ‘Whenever darkness prevails on Earth, God surely sends someone to dispel it.’, the ‘devas’ (gods in your typical language), bestow some strands of their power to those who were yet determined to fight till the end... these people were called “ansh”.

“This is the only single strand of a warm embrace from the sky, peirceing through the coldness shrouding...a hope for the will of those who have fallen...a hope for those who have yet to fall..

they emerge as a wave purging all the malice..they stood at fore..they stood to take what’s theirs..they stood to take what had been taken from them....

they pierced through the ways, they give back what had they receive to a hundredfold....”

The child’s eyes grew bigger as if they are ready to merge the whole universe within... his neuron responded sending an electrifying spark all over the body...indulging him in the determination of the warriors...

“At last all the efforts bear the sweetest fruit ever....a light for the souls who have shackled within...a light for the wills abandoned of those who fought...a light for those who survived....and a light for those who fight for this fruit, have combined to form beams of light supporting the dreams and fulfilling the hopes...”

“wow....” a single world, just this single world came out from the mouth of the child as he finished.

“It’s hard for a child of this age to say this after listening to such a gruesome story...he is an interesting one..”

“hwere...thank you fol the stoly..” the child said, forwarding his hand holding a bowl full of round sweets called “laddoos”

“what is this for??..” the beggar asked

“my glandma told me that you shuld nevel take something flom, someone, without giving something in retuln... so here, thank you for the stoly..”

“ha ha ha ha... you're an interesting one kid...hmm...okay.. I will give you this... where I have put it...hmm...mmm...ahh here...take this” the beggar said taking out an old shabby book from his rag-bag...”

“what is this..” the child asked

“well... just take it...”

“no..glandma told me not to take anything from strangers”

“but you had already listened to my story... it's not something dangerous.. its just a book”

“umm..okay I’ll take it....thankyou.. glandpa”

“Okay okay... but keep in mind you can only open this book when the time is right..”

“means??.”

“ha ha ha...you will understand later..well then hurry up and go home your glandma might be worried for you”

“hump.. goodbye..” the child said pouting at the taunt and ran toward his home with the book.

“Hmm.. why would I give him the book you say.. well cause I like him that’s all.... and it might help him a little in the future... hmm.. these laddoos are good.. nom.. nom..” the beggar said looking at his rag bag and eating the laddoos the child gave him..

.... ✦ADVENTURE STARTS FROM HERE 'YOU' WEEBS.... STAY TUNED✦

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Meanings and words

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1. Bharatvarsha :- An ancient name for India, was a land of diverse cultures and rich heritage, spanning from the Himalayas to the oceans.

2.'Ansh' is a profound term in ancient Hindu mythology, signifying a divine fragment or essence of a deity, possessing significant power and potential.

3.Laddoos :- A round spherical sweet from India.

4.Rakshashas : Demons from India.

5. DEVAS: Gods or supreme beings from India.

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