Rishi Vedananda waited patiently in the quiet library of Vyomtara Manor, seated upon an old sandalwood chair whose carved edges carried the scent of incense and age. The morning sun slid through the tall windows in long beams, dust motes drifting like tiny stars around him. When the triplets entered, their footsteps soft on the polished floor, the Rishi's eyes gentled as though he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.
"Come, children," he said softly, motioning them closer. "Today, you will learn the foundation of your inner world."
Aditya sat first, energetic but trying to behave. Sasi followed with a warm smile, always eager to learn. Aryan sat last, calm as ever, folding his hands respectfully.
Rishi Vedananda studied their innocent faces with a depth that seemed almost celestial. "Before anything else," he began, "you must understand the sound that awakens the soul."
He closed his eyes for a brief moment.
"When we chant Om, we are not calling a god… we are steadying our own breath. It is the sound of focus. Of quiet. Of becoming aware of ourselves."
The triplets listened closely, their expressions serious.
Rishi continued, "When your breath is steady, the mind grows still. And when the mind grows still… the body listens. Chakra awakening requires that your breath, mind, and body align. That is why we begin with Om."
He then shifted forward slightly in his chair, demonstrating how the body should sit.
"You will sit in the lotus position. Back straight. Shoulders relaxed. Breath calm. The lotus posture stabilizes the flow of energy. A wandering mind will not awaken a chakra. A grounded mind will."
The children watched with full concentration.
Rishi Vedananda then looked at each of them as though reading their very cores. "Your inner system is made of seven chakras. When your first chakra awakens, your body becomes part of the ancient cycle of strength, consciousness, and destiny. Only then can the rest of your journey begin."
His voice deepened, warm yet carrying a sense of awe. "And to awaken your chakra… you will undergo the Divine Ritual. A sacred process that has been performed for thousands of years in our land."
Aditya leaned forward, unable to hold back his curiosity. "Does it hurt?"
The Rishi smiled. "No. If anything, you will feel like you are meeting a part of yourself for the first time."
Aryan's calm voice followed, "What happens after the chakra awakens?"
"After awakening," Vedananda replied, "you will gain the ability to sense energy. You will gain clarity. And most important… the world will recognize your birth into the system."
Sasi's eyes sparkled. "Will we see something?"
"That," Rishi said with a knowing smile, "is for the temple to decide."
He rose gracefully from his seat. "Come. It is time."
The doors of the library opened, and Duke Varesh entered, his expression steady but carrying a hint of hidden pride. "Ready?" he asked his children.
They nodded in unison.
The walk to the Temple of Brahma was silent and sacred. The air felt different as they approached—almost heavier, filled with reverence. The ancient structure rose like a sentinel of the heavens, with its tall pillars carved in spiraling lotus motifs and walls etched with Vedic patterns. Soft blue light shimmered along the ceilings, reflecting celestial symbols that seemed alive even when still.
When they entered, the world seemed to change.
The temple hall was vast, the floor polished like the inner surface of a pearl. Torches flickered along the walls, their flames dancing with a strange intelligence. But it was the ceiling that stole the breath of the triplets.
An enormous mandala spread across the dome, carved with swirling petals, geometric circles, and cosmic patterns. At its center was a luminous structure shaped like a radiant eye made of light—calm, deep, infinitely ancient.
Rishi Vedananda stepped forward. "This temple was built for one purpose. Awakening."
The triplets stood beneath the ceiling, staring up in awe.
"Sit directly under the center," the Rishi instructed.
They walked to the circular stone platform at the center of the hall. The platform itself was carved with seven lotus petals, each etched with one of the chakra symbols. Constellation lines flowed across the stone like delicate threads of light. The carvings aligned perfectly with the mandala above, forming a direct path between earth and sky.
Aditya, Sasi, and Aryan sat in lotus position, facing forward, their breaths unconsciously syncing.
Rishi Vedananda moved to a raised platform at the side, where an ancient Sankham rested upon a silken cloth. He lifted the conch with both hands, holding it with the kind of reverence one gives to a living relic.
"Close your eyes," he said softly.
The triplets obeyed.
The hall fell into a silence so deep it felt like the world was holding its breath.
Then—
WOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM—
The deep, thunderous Sankham sound filled the temple.
Not sharp. Not loud. But vast.
It shook the air like the heartbeat of creation itself.
The torches along the walls flickered violently. The carvings on the ceiling trembled awake. One by one, symbols ignited with blue fire. Rings began rotating above the triplets, slow at first, then faster, aligning with one another like a cosmic mechanism coming to life.
Rishi Vedananda lowered the conch, but the vibrations continued as though the sound itself lingered in the walls.
"Begin your chant," he said.
Softly at first, the triplets whispered:
"Om…"
Their voices were small, but pure—untrained yet instinctive.
With each repetition, their breaths steadied. The chant wove into the vibrations lingering in the temple, merging with the very air.
The ceiling responded.
Light spiraled downward, forming a column of shimmering blue-white that touched the crown of each child's head. The pressure was gentle, warm, like light brushing skin. Then the energy deepened. It scanned their bodies, moving through their inner channels, awakening dormant pathways.
The hall filled with the soft hum of energy.
Five minutes passed.
Then six.
The light intensified, swirling faster, brighter.
Seven minutes.
The triplets felt something warm ignite at the base of their spines—first like a soft ember, then like a gentle flame beginning to swirl awake.
Aryan's breathing became slow and deep.Sasi felt a wave of warmth sweep through his chest.Aditya felt electricity dance through his fingertips.
Eight minutes.
Inside each of them, the Root Chakra rotated—slow, deliberate, then with steady strength. A red glow formed beneath their closed eyelids. The world sharpened. The sounds grew clearer. The temple felt alive, responding to their inner rise.
Nine minutes.
The mandala above them flared like a star.
Ten minutes.
The moment arrived.
Their Root Chakras ignited.
A pulse surged through each of their bodies, not painful, not overwhelming—just a pure, powerful sensation of being awake for the very first time.
The ceiling dimmed slowly, its rotating rings returning to stillness, light retracting gracefully like a divine flower closing.
Rishi Vedananda lifted the Sankham once again.
This time, the sound was gentle.
WOOOOOMMMMM—
The energy in the hall softened, the last echoes of the ritual settling into the silence.
The triplets opened their eyes.
A faint glow hovered around each of them—three perfect, translucent circles floating behind their backs, turning slowly in the air like halos made of dawn-light.
Their chakra systems had awakened.
And with those circles glowing silently behind them, the ritual ended.
The journey of the triplets had officially begun.