《VASUNDHARA BHOOMI - THE LEGEND OF THE SILVER SPIRIT》 Chapter 0: The Lost Spirit *** ¡°Why!?¡± A voice resonated from the top of a cliff. There was an emotional trauma in that expressive yet sorrow-filled groan. If one could feel the voice, they would probably sense the absolute pain that had cried out with the symphony of sad ocean. The cliff was at least seven hundred meters tall, and the bottom was an expansive, enigmatic but ferocious river, Raudhara. It was just because of its dominant nature that this river had gotten such a powerful name. On the cliff stood a youth with trembling brown eyes, trying to control his troubled emotions as he breathed. As he looked below, his eyes revealed a 10-inch knife thrust into his chest with a golden hook, right at his heart. Touching the cold blade, he looked straight ahead, revealing another youth standing tall in the same blue clothing but with an emotionless expression. ¡°Why did you do this!?¡± Shivam¡¯s complexion was turning blue, and his clean clothes were stained with his warm blood. Just a couple of moments ago, he was there trying to enjoy the moment carelessly, but who and how would someone imagine such a thing to happen - a friend getting stabbed by his friend? He was a 20-year-old university student, and the other youth standing before him with an unfazed gaze was Suram, his classmate and childhood friend. ¡°Why? You ask?¡± Suram sighed. ¡°It¡¯s because I hate you.¡± What! What is he saying? Shivam thought. But just as he tried to process everything, Suram moved and wrenched the knife out of Shivam¡¯s chest forcefully, intensifying his suffering much more than before. Ahk! Shivam immediately vomited blood as the knife was pulled out. Holding the weapon tightly, Suram looked at Shivam¡¯s deep eyes indifferently before touching his face and saying, ¡°I hate when you smile like everything is easy for you." Snorting, he added, "Every damn time I got compared to you by everyone was hell to me. I don''t understand why you kept trying to fit in when you are just a bastard son of someone who didn¡¯t even care for you. I swear to God if we ever meet again, then please don''t be my guest. I hate every inch of your existence.¡± ¡°So, it is better for you to die than live to overshadow me. Goodbye, Shivam.¡± Ah! Just as Suram finished his words, he placed his right hand on Shivam¡¯s bleeding chest and pushed him off the cliff. Time seemed to stop for Shivam as he witnessed the betrayal, betrayed by the one he trusted the most. Shivam and Suram were childhood friends. They grew up together as brothers with similar tastes in everything. Still, unlike Suram, who had parents, Shivam was raised in an orphanage. Growing up with no parents to get support from, Shivam¡¯s life was miserable, but he remained strong with an unwavering spirit. In his hard times, the one who remained his comfort and support was Suram. Splash! As a droplet fell onto the raging river from the bottomless cloud, Shivam fell into the cold water. His warm blood turned stone cold, merging with the colorless water to form a thick red texture.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Looking down, Suram added, ¡°I hate you from every inch of me. But...why do I feel like this?¡± he knelt as sorrow filled his empty heart for uncertain reasons that was trying to eat him alive. He was becoming breathless as his heartbeat raced with each passing second. As he continued to look down at the blood-stained water, he couldn¡¯t stop reflecting on Shivam¡¯s memories in his heart, being haunted by his own emotions at the sight. ¡°What did I do to deserve all this misery?¡± Shivam sank deeper and deeper as each second passed, but finally, a gust of wave carried him further into the river¡¯s depth. With each second that passed by, he saw his memories coming back to him, reflecting his life. There''s a saying in the world of living that if a person is moments away from death, then they''ll be able to see their whole life''s reflection in just a moment of seconds before they die, and maybe Shivam was experiencing the same phenomenon. Which meant, he was near the door of the death. Silence! The sky suddenly grew calm; the wind and the tides of the ocean crushing the rocks nearby went still. But the only thing echoing was the sound of a tense heartbeat that belonged to only Shivam. ¡°I feel cold!¡± Shivam thought, ¡°Am I going to die of betrayal? I see, Suram,¡± he sighed, ¡°You never liked me. If there is a chance for us to meet again, then I will make you regret making me your enemy. You will regret it!¡± By releasing his final breath, Shivam dwelled into coldness, turning all pale. Meanwhile, ¡°Goodbye; I wish you happiness.¡± Turning back, Suram gazed at the sky and left the site. The day ended with people everywhere searching for Shivam from day to night, but none could ever guess that Shivam had died leaving this world in the hands of his only friend. ¡­ Swish! A gust of silver wind stormed gracefully into a dark void filled with darkness. The void looked as if it were a place where all the energy resides. But strangely, something was off. There was nothing but calm darkness everywhere. It won¡¯t be wrong to describe that particular place as the true peaceful darkness. The void was spread far and wide as if it had no end or the start, like infinite to what none can comprehend its beginning or its end. The gust of silver dust started gathering, spreading its particles into the whole void. In just a second, the whole previous pitch-dark void now suddenly reappeared, starry, filled as if someone had just sprinkled a black canvas with silver stars. The silver gust flew up in the void, clearly visible in black space. As it flew, it spread its afterimages like a halo of divinity as soon as it began gathering in one place, taking on a human shape. ¡°Open your eyes, my son.¡± A grace-filled feminine voice resonated within that place. ¡°Am I alive?¡± slowly the silver figure opened its eyes with calm. The feminine voice once again resonated, ¡°Just a small scratch can never harm you, my dear son. Your time has come for you to know your fourth identity. And Many are waiting for your return.¡± ¡°Son?¡± The translucent silver figure was none other than Shivam in his spirit form. He turned around, trying to find the source of the sound claiming him to be her son. But there was nothing except for the starry void. ¡°Who are you and why call me, son? I was born an orphan.¡± Shivam trembled. But soon he realized that he was the void, which was truly unfamiliar and strange to him. ¡°What is this place, where am I, and why do I look like this?¡± he thought. ¡°Shivam, you are my son, the son whom I gave birth.¡± The voice gently exclaimed. ¡°You have forgotten your real self in the constant karmic birth cycles, but finally the time has come when you will get a chance to know who you are.¡± The spirit body of Shivam began to fade as the voice stopped. Feeling as if his life was once again going to wither, Shivam added, ¡°Am I dying again? But it feels relieving. Where will my broken soul gather?¡± Several thoughts came into Shivam¡¯s mind as his spirit body trembled in the air. But as he remained calmly depressed, the same voice once again echoed. ¡°My son, you are not dying, but you are going back to the place where you got your very first karma. But remember, only by breaking your limits can you become truly worthy of reclaiming your true title. I hope you can once again show me your real self. With a gust of silver air, Shivam¡¯s spirit dispersed into the air. The life that gave Shivam nothing but misery had finally withered; his silver spirit has far surpassed the life of an orphan, and finally, he has gone, escaping the life of pain from this world. But is his real destiny just started? *** Chapter 1: Shivas - The Enigmatic Silver Prince *** Barely in the early evening, the sun was being shadowed by the magnificent new red moon. This was the blood eclipse, when the crimson moon shadowed the sky completely, making the sky appear in a hue of beautiful crimson. Awn n¡­Awn n¡­ A baby¡¯s cry was heard in a room. Suddenly, two hands approached, wrapping the baby in a silky silver towel. As the baby opened its eyes, he revealed his innocent dark grey pupils to the onlookers. The room was huge. The walls were painted in pale jade, and the curtains were royal blue. Radiated with the lights of the mud lamps and Glass flourished hue, that room was enriched with luxury. Just as the baby cried for the second time, the one holding him gently glanced towards the big bed beside her left on which a woman was lying Exhausted with untidy hair and a sleepy face. The woman wore a golden-red saree, but everything on the bed was messy. Beside that woman, on the floor, there was a big silver tub with vaporizing lukewarm water that released a silver hue. ¡°So, beautiful boy. His eyes look as halo as space, yet it feels like full of galaxies.¡± ¡°So handsome,¡± ¡°His looks just like Lord Adideva.¡± Several women¡¯s voices rang above the baby as the baby was gently looking at the unfamiliar ladies. The woman, who was barely asleep on the bed, slowly opened her exhausted eyes at the very next moment. From her face, it was evident that she was exhausted and desperately needed some rest, but the voices of those women around her woke her up. But even so, she didn¡¯t say anything as the women were admiring none other than her newborn son. ¡°My Lady,¡± Just as the women saw their mistress opening her eyes, they gently spoke their heart with admiration. ¡°your son is as handsome as Keshava.¡± ¡°My son." With eager hands, the baby¡¯s mother raised her hands high, and her first maid, Sunita, who was holding the baby, gave the woman her child back very gently as if she was holding a wet mud doll that could break if shaken. ¡°You are right, Sunita, he exactly looks like Keshava.¡± The baby¡¯s mother admired him with her soft eyes. Moving aside to the right side of the bed, Sunita took the hairbrush that was on the table and began brushing her lady¡¯s hair. She said, ¡°Lord will soon be here; his victory over the enemy at our border was announced when you were asleep. It was already a happy situation before, and now when he sees our second prince, it will be wholesome.¡± Carrying her baby as if she were holding a lotus, the baby¡¯s mother spoke, ¡°Indeed, I cannot explain the joy he¡¯ll feel upon knowing this grand news of having another son. He¡¯ll surely be surprised. But more than his amusement, I want to see how my son and daughter will react upon getting the news of their youngest sibling¡¯s arrival.¡± ¡°The Lord is heard.¡± Hearing the sudden announcement, the woman with her baby gently stood on her legs on the marble floor with a faint smile. Although she experienced some exhaustion after giving birth, she still was strong enough to stand and remained wilful. The door of the room gently opened and revealed a man standing tall in red-golden garments with a mountain-like body. He wore the traditional royal loincloth sewed with golden-silver-red thread alike. His upper body had minimal clothing but jewelry all around. This man was excluding the aura of a mighty warrior and he had several scars on his body too as if he had gotten those from battling the mightiest foes. But apart from this the most powerful thing he wore was neither his aura nor his scars, but the red jeweled golden crown that was on his head indicating his superior status as the king of the land. Handsome, young-looking, and manly, this man with the crown over his head was the Crown king of the Aryavartha Kingdom, King Parthava. As soon as the door was opened, King Parthava gave the mother of the baby a soft glance. His eyes remained gently, then slowly, as his eyes met the baby¡¯s face, he was dumbfounded. ¡°Is that?¡± he mumbled. His words didn¡¯t escape his lips, but his eyes gave out his words with tremble. ¡°Yes, he is our second little prince.¡± The baby¡¯s mother replied. ¡°My second son.¡± ¡°My Queen, you have again given me the reason for the extreme joy. Thank you.¡± The woman who stood in front of King Parthava with their child was the crown Queen of the Aryavartha Kingdom, Queen Yagyaseni. ¡­ Looking at his newborn Son, King Parthava smiled happily, his eyes ached with happiness as he couldn¡¯t express his happiness by just mere words but only tears. Clearing Her husband¡¯s joy-filled droplets, Queen Yagyaseni muttered, ¡°It''s sooner than I expected, but I think we need to come up with some names for our child.¡± ¡°Yes, I will announce our child¡¯s birth to our people this evening, and we will hold his naming ceremony two days later on the auspicious day of Shivaratri, until then, please take a good rest.¡± King Parthava Replied. Looking at Sunita before leaving the room, King Parthava requested her to take care of her lady, and Sunita, like a true first maid pledged her service with a bit of exaggeration of life and death which even cringed the expressions of the royal couple. Later that day, the triumph of King Parthava¡¯s victory against evil bandits reverbed in the castle. However soon the grand announcement of Aryavartha Kingdom¡¯s second prince''s birth echoed in the whole kingdom inside out.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it As soon as the people of Aryavartha were aware of this wonderful news, it showered them with joy. But for some people, this remained a bit tense, as the birth of the second prince was still too early, as he was born prematurely at the seventh month and not nine. Soon the news of the newborn child had spread in the whole lands like wildfire. Powerful people, nobles, and royals alike soon began sending greetings and gifts to the newly born who was yet to be named. And soon the day arrived when the newborn baby would get his first new auspicious name, the event of the Naming ceremony. ¡­ Many people in the numbers of millions had gathered around a place. All of them sat on the slightly warm red silk carpet, which was placed on the white marble floor. The climate remained cool, yet warm enough to feel comfortable, and the sun was just hueing in light orange from the east as it began to emerge from the horizon. The sky remained cloudy, as the rays of the sun were visible to everyone¡¯s eyes due to cloud intervention. The people were very focused and were gazing focally at the center, where seven pillars stood tall in a massive circle, the Yagna Chamber. Those seven cylindrical pillars were saffron-brown and had several silver mantras, spells, and mystical symbols carved on them from top to bottom. With each pillar at the back, at the front, a man sat, and together all the seven men were in front of a big circular flame pit that was flaming in scarlet flames. Those seven men with honey tones wore amber-colored loincloths and had blueberry beads as their chains and bracelets on their upper exposed bodies. Light clothing with blueberry beads¡ªthose seven men were the Saptarishis, the seven holy saints. Right at a stair down the Yagna chamber where the Saptarishis were doing their yagna, there was an open stage where all the powerful people sat on their feet; most of the people sitting there looked powerful and held high status. From their garments to their aura and even their looks, everything about those people looked nothing less than nobles. But no matter how big their status, they all sat with the common people on their feet on the same carpet. On that very particular stage, there sat King Parthava and Queen Yagyaseni with her newborn child facing the east at the sun, right at the frontal central side. They had dressed gorgeously in golden with all the royal jewels and the newborn was garmented entirely in silver gold, wrapped in a silky red shawl. This was the naming ceremony of the newly-born prince. This event was taking place in the Tridevi Temple in the Asatramani Puram, a city located in the far east of the Aryavartha kingdom. Boom! The silver flames suddenly rose and reached the very zenith in the sky with a reddish hue. Looking at the flames in their mightiest form, the Saptarishis smiled and began chanting the divine mantras of the trinity. With each mantra the Saptarishis recited, the atmosphere began to turn holy. As the recitals echoed, the clouds faded, clearing the sky for the mighty sun to shine. Suddenly, looking towards the sky, the Saptarishis calmly stood; followed by, King Parthava and Queen Yagyaseni with their newborn child. ¡°King Parthava and Queen Yagyaseni, the gods have chosen the mighty name for the newly born prince. Your prince shall get the divine blessing from the trinities.¡± Looking at the flames, all the Saptarishis in sync said. ¡°Born during the night when the Rudra Chandra shone high with Rohini, he will be blessed with kinetic energy. Took his first breath in the divine Ardra constellation with the Kshatriya blood and Narayani gotra, he will be like lord Hareshwara with the sword of purification, destroying evil. This Son of yours who has the qualities of lord Shiva will be known to the world as Shivas¡­!¡± Shivas! Shivas! Shivas! The newborn¡¯s new name reverbed throughout heaven and earth. Instantly, the flames in the pit spread towards the sky with excessive radiance. The sky itself turned dark, and divine energy circulated in the air, gathering at the fire and turning it into silver flames. Looking at the silver flames, the people gathered around the place stood up automatically. They all looked astonished as if they were witnessing something godly. The royals and the commoners alike smiled and focused on the flames with an expression of shock and surprise. Suddenly, the extension of the silver flames flew up in the sky, magnificently turning into a gorgeous 108-petaled silver lotus hued in pure silver-white radiance blinding everyone except for the newborn. Looking ahead at the supreme lotus floating in the sky, the baby Shivas spread his hands towards it as if he wanted to hold it. However, unexpectedly, in the very next moment, the flaming lotus moved with lightning speed, dissolving into the air into the eyes of the baby. Just as the lotus faded mysteriously into Shivas¡¯s eyes, the atmosphere reclaimed its calmed nature and everyone was freed from the blinding glow automatically. Everyone in the temple anticipated something out of the ordinary thing to witness, but nothing happened. However, the only thing that was not ordinary was the golden-red trident-shaped lotus mark on the forehead of the newly named Shivas. Swish! The divine energy of the Tridevi temple shook for a second, gathered at the yagna chamber. Bright silver hues surrounded the baby Shivas as he began to levitate into the air graciously in the very next second, surprising everyone. ¡°What is going on, my son?¡± Just as the strange phenomenon began, the trident lotus mark on Shivas¡¯s forehead shone with great radiance. Boom! In a blink, a gigantic red ring with majestic artwork took its shape in the air by encircling the baby Shivas, who was glowing as pure as a sliver like the mighty sun in space. That mysterious red ring that materialized seemed as if it was made up of a bright red shade like the red ruby. It was three layered with exclusive lotus petals as its five directional edges, at every five corners, the ring had a red lotus symbol with a crimson-silver edge. Uncountable eyes began to widen, several faces got intense, and millions of lips tensed as the strange red ring took its stunning shape, revealing itself as the Muldhara Chakra Ring, the first and the root ring of all beings who take part in the way of cultivation. ¡°That¡¯s! That¡¯s the Muldhara ring!¡± Several voices echoed loudly in the temple with a hint of shock. And it would be weirder if those voices remained normal; after all, no one in this world had ever summoned the root chakra ring without any training or leveling up, and the one who summoned the chakra ring was just a two-day-old newborn baby. ¡°Just a baby had achieved the root Muldhara chakra ring of origin.! How absurdly magnificent is that.¡± Those words came from the man who was in complete blue attire and stood tall on the left of King Paartha. This noble-looking man is the ruler of the Asatramani Puram and also the younger brother of King Paartha, Second Crown King, Sudhan. "That, my brother!¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s our little brother.¡± Instantly, two voices echoed simultaneously beside King Sudhan. The first sweet voice came from the girl who looked around the age, not above nine, and was in a completely dark navy lehenga with goldish stitchings. The second boyish voice came from the boy who stood right behind Queen Yagyaseni, who wore a jade green garment and also looked thirteen years old. These two are the first prince and the first princess of the Aryavartha Kingdom, the two children of King Paartha and Queen Yagyaseni, Prince Madhuver and Princess Yoghya. The strange phenomenon left everyone speechless. Most of them were stunned to realize that a newborn did what even a grown man would find difficult. *** Chapter 2: Stepping into the Silver *** In this land of Vasundhara Bhoomi, cultivation lies deep in a living being¡¯s soul, i.e., the concept of Kundalini chakras. The law of chakras is not alien to anyone who lives in this world. The chakras are invisible energy sources that lie deep in a being¡¯s soul, ranging from the lowest part of the spine to the top. Only by awakening these seven chakras can a being attain true divine virtue or to be exact, the gate passes to the higher spirit cultivation. There are seven main Kundalini chakras. Muldhara, Swadhistan, Manipura, Anahata, Vishuddha, Ajna and Sahasrara. These seven chakras are called Kundalini. These chakras represent the pure and impure emotions of a living being, and only by removing the impure emotions, do Manavas and Beast alike, reach the qualification to obtain the chakra ring. But, for every qualification to attain a chakra ring, a being must go through heavenly mental and physical tribulation. If they fail, their soul can get seriously injured or, worse, death. ¡­ But the strangest thing everyone witnessed before their eyes in the temple was that the one who summoned the red chakra ring was newborn baby Shivas. Just as everyone was admiring and feeling surprised, the Muldhara chakra ring shook, releasing its crimson energy into the atmosphere. Suddenly, every individual in the place felt strong power surging within their body as they inhaled the crimson energy. The phenomenon was as spectacular as it looked. But then, abruptly a bright white light engulfed the whole temple instantly, turning even the very air completely blank. There was no sign of humans, no air, nor life. The previous lively temple now transformed into a white void with nothing but pale white colors. Slowly, two gray eyes opened as a male figure took its shape in that very zeroness. The figure was smoky-skinned, nearly transparent. He was half naked and had a crimson loincloth dapped on his lower body like a dhoti and had jewels all over his upper exposed body. His hair was nightlike covering his neck, even reaching his thin waist. He wore a simple golden earring and had a ruby forehead bracelet that was hueing golden. The face of this male figure was like radiating sunlight, and his aura was like the gentle blue moon. His eyes were like a phoenix, his body was lean like the great dragon, and his innocent eyes were like a hallo a black hole that felt as if it had the whole galaxy inside. ¡°Where is this place? Am I in that same void, but this place looks different.¡± The mysterious figure muttered before he glanced over the void in all directions to figure out the place. His voice sounded truly masculine yet soft as feminine. Crack!!! Abruptly, space cracked around him and a mirror-like portal opened at the front before the eyes with the hue of crimson around the edges. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± He questioned before plunging into it. Looking inside that mirror, he found several people. All of those men and the woman were smiling and laughing. As his eyes looked further, he saw a woman holding a baby. The woman was none other than Queen Yagyaseni. ¡°Shivas, what a divine son I got blessed with... He will surely become a great person.¡± Looking dearly at her baby, she smiled. But! Just as the youth in the void heard the baby¡¯s name, he was stunned. He stopped his eyes momentarily and glanced at the baby Queen Yagyaseni was holding. ¡°Shivas! Suddenly the white void began to fade as he realized something. The realization shook him a bit, ¡°Yes, Shivas, that is my name now, that means, that baby is me.¡± He realized the truth, and he was surprised, but was not startled as he knew that his old body died but not the soul which indicates that his soul was reborn after he died as Shivam in his previous life on the Earth. In just a matter of moments, the white void completely dusted away, and Shivas¡¯s spirit returned into his new vessel, his newly born body. ¡°Maa, our little brother is like a baby calf.¡± ¡°Yes, he is...¡± ¡°Once he turns 10, I will teach him my swordplay.¡± Opening his eyes still in the arms of Queen Yagyaseni, Shivas found a group of individuals with excitement. It was clear that those were his new family. A couple he can call his parents, two teenagers whom he can call his brother and sister, and a cheerful-looking man whom he can call ¡®Uncle¡¯. The life Shivas desperately wished for was finally in his sight. Even though Shivas was now just a two-day-old newborn, his soul was almost 20 years old. After all, when he died in his last birth, he was a young adult man. He retained all of the hard and good experiences, memories, and knowledge of the old life with him. ¡°These people are my new family; I finally have a family now. A woman whom I can call Mother and a man whom I can call Father.¡± Shivas was helpless now in his new body and only due to that his eyes and tears leaked out calmly. His eyes instantly reflected his thoughts as he found his new family. The previous sorrow of being born as an orphan in his last world was finally turned into a past. Now Shivas was happy, so happy that he cried and smiled at the same time.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Looking at his tears, Queen Yagyaseni gently wiped those with her handkerchief. But something strange happened that only she noticed. The wiped tears of Shivas on the handkerchief transformed into silver crystals. This crazy phenomenon was too much to ignore. But Queen Yagyaseni remained as calm as she could and didn¡¯t hint anything to anyone, not even her husband, who was announcing the grand celebration in the capital city. The day ended with all smiles and glory all over the Mighty Kingdom and its cities. The grandest celebration was announced by King Paartha in the capital city the following evening and requested everyone to join the event. ¡­ Several people were welcomed in the capital city Vijayanagar for the event. All the Nobel figures from all seven kingdoms, empires, and continents graced the celebratory event. The ceremony took place in the royal Vijaya palace in the same city, located in the very center built high and mighty. The palace was much bigger and more spacious than the Tridevi temple. Walls painted in light sky blue, several water fountains lay ahead after the main gate, and a big, spacious garden with exotic flowers made this palace truly one of a kind. The palace top was cylindrical with a flag in red with the symbol of a golden chakra ring with a trident symbol in its center. That was the Aryavartha kingdom¡¯s original symbol, the Divine Trident. Now, if one knows the history of this Vasundhara Bhoomi, they would know what this divine trident symbol symbolizes, and the ignorant will only think of it as a weapon sign or royal signature. For starters, this royal symbol means divinity. But the persons who know the real history would know that this divine trident symbol is not just a symbol but rather the blessing of Goddess Vasundhara, who blessed the royal family of Aryavartha kingdom, that once in even ten thousand years, a godlike being will be born into this royal family to vanquish the lurking evil. Now, that particular trident is said to be the weapon of the goddess Vasundhara with which she kills evil, but the golden chakra is said that be meant for cultivation, but none know what it exactly means and have too many theories around it with no absolute truth. ¡­ The King and the queen with the new prince have come! The announcer, who was at the end of the upper floor stairs, announced. Hearing the announcement that echoed, the grand crowd turned around and gazed at the stairs where King Paartha and Queen Yagyaseni stood, holding Prince Shivas. Looking ahead at the crowd, Queen Yagyaseni felt nostalgic, she remembered the day when she first joined the crowd 13 years ago with her first child. Slowly, in a minute, the grand hall relaxed with silence, and finally, the couple with the newborn joined everyone. ¡°Majesty, let us take a look at the handsome genius you are holding.¡± The first person who greeted King Paartha and Queen Yagyaseni as they joined the event was a bearded man in his 40s. He had a scar on his right eyebrow with a buzz cut on his head and body covered in an armor-like garment and a white dhoti on his lower body. This man was General Kranak, the head of the royal army and the trustiest noble of the royal family. He wasn¡¯t just an important figure, but rather a very prominent person for the royal family hailing from a top family that has served the royals of this kingdom for ages. For King Paartha, he was like an uncle who taught him the royal art of the blades, and for Queen Yagyaseni, he was like her Uncle. ¡°Uncle¡­¡± Exclaiming softly with a profound smile, Queen Yagyaseni gently moved baby Shivas into the arms of General Kranak. But the prince was yet to be awakened, he was asleep like a green tree feeling the calm wind, without any worry. ¡°As expected, He is as handsome as his father and feels calmer as his mother. I bless him all the glory.¡± General Kranak, as soon as he saw the face of the sleeping prince, outed his blessings and praise subconsciously. He was impressed by the handsomeness and the peaceful aura he felt upon holding the sleeping prince. ¡°My friend, I heard your son, had already attained the root chakra. Is that even possible?¡± Soon, another man showed up from the front, who was the leading lord of the Indrapuram city located in the west of the Aryavartha kingdom, Lord Madhu. However, before being a ruler of the city, he is a cousin of King Paartha. He was awestruck to hear the rumors of the newborn prince attaining the root chakra right off the bat, thus he came to attend the event for that very reason after dismissing his important works. ¡°Look who it is, is that our workaholic lord.¡± King Paartha snorted, ¡°How come you joined after rejecting my son¡¯s naming ceremony invitation?¡± Snorting back at King Paartha, Lord Madhu added with a smiling grin, ¡°Well, apparently, I was doing your work mister that you forgot upon seeing your newborn.¡± Just as Lord Madhu made his point, he gently looked at the newborn in General Kranak¡¯s arms and moved toward him. Looking at the sleeping prince he exclaimed, ¡°Is he the genius prince I heard who has attained the root chakra?¡± Swish! Instantly, Lord Madhu¡¯s aura trembled slightly and his left eye turned light amber. He looked at baby Shivas very curiously as if he was trying to gaze in the prince¡¯s deepest soul. But! just when Lord Madhu tried to put his appraisal sight on the sleeping newborn, Shivas opened his eyes, in a blink his aura trembled without him knowing, spreading through the air abruptly. Lord Madhu was left speechless upon witnessing the unimaginable aura leaking out of Shivas¡¯s body like the mighty flood that could destroy anything that stood against it. But he wasn¡¯t the only one who felt the flooding aura. The Queen, the King, and even General Kranak felt the density of Shiva¡¯s aura that leaked out of him as he opened his eyes. ¡­ ¡°What is this? Why are there so many people¡± For instance, Shivas was puzzled, he peeked in all the directions and found several eyes on him. A second later, however, he realized that it was his naming celebration, but as soon as his eyes met with the man standing strongly in front glaring at him, he was creeped out, so much so that his face and expression gave away his mind. His mother, His Father, and two men who were not introduced to him were carefully looking at him curiously with surprised expressions and Shivas who had no idea in return looked away. But the man who was glaring intently at him caught his interest. He was looking at Lord Madhu was glaring at him strongly. But Shivas didn¡¯t realize that coincidently he was the one who piqued the interest of the lord and everyone by suddenly revealing his aura and this was why he was being glared at so strongly. What is this kid? Is he even human? Lord Madhu¡¯s thoughts were trembling as he was trying hard to believe what he witnessed. However, as his name, he kept his face and words all unfazed disguising with his sweet smile glaring straight at the newborn, who was in turn just as startled and confused as him. Soon, the loud bell rang indicating the start of the 8th hour of the evening. The ceremony of the Night began and everyone, one after the other began addressing the new prince with their greetings and gifts. But, no one knew, that Shivas was desperate to escape all those greetings, especially with being carried by several people for hours and by being tossed repeating. In the end, with exhaustion, he retaliated by whining a bit and understanding this, his mother put him in the Nearby Swing to rest. But even so, people didn¡¯t stop bothering him. One after the other several men and women came close to his eyes to just look at his face and showered him with gemstones and other gifts such as expensive gemstones. Even the swing he was put in was filled with expensive gemstones and gifts which irritated him to his core. He never imagined that he would be irritated out of something he always wanted in his previous life. But now, no matter how much he looked at the same precious stones, those still felt like valueless stones. *** Chapter 3: The Fallen Prince and The Phoenix *** Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Phoenix!