Arjun felt a hard slap on his back. Startled, he turned around—as he turned everything around him starts fading into nothingness. The next instant ,He was a baby again. Yet… something was different this time.
Arjun's thoughts:
"Why am I upside down? And who is holding my leg? Dad? It's you… but why are you hitting me? That slap earlier—that had to be your doing! And why is Mom crying?"
He tried to piece together the fragments of memory. That strange place, that magical book—could it be that when he had gone there, his consciousness left his the body and left behind a unconscious new born child in his mother's lap? His father was only trying to wake him up with slaps, unaware of anything
He saw that his mom was crying he said in his mind
"I'm awake now, Mom, so please stop crying… but Dad doesn't need to slap me this hard. I'm a newborn baby right now! He deserves some scolding for this."
And so, Arjun began crying loudly. His mother, hearing this, immediately scolded his father, while Arjun secretly enjoyed the sight. Yet his thoughts were far from carefree.
"Wait… What is this? What is this language? Why can't I understand a single word they're saying? Isn't it an unspoken rule that reincarnated beings are automatically granted the power to understand the language of their new world? Then why? Why don't I understand anything? But… this language sounds so mysterious and beautiful. I like it. Even if I wasn't given the ability, then fine—I'll learn it!"
Amidst those thoughts, he remembered the real mystery: the otherworldly place, that glowing book.
"What was that place? Was it a gift from that sealed god, or does everyone here have such a book in their mind?" First I want to see what is imprented in the pages of that misterios book
Determined, Arjun tried picturing it again. He imagined the book, tried recreating the scene in his head—ten times, fifteen times… and failed every single attempt.
"What is this? Why won't it appear? This is so frustrating…" His tiny body grew tired. "Forget it. I'll try again later. For now… I'm sleepy."
As Arjun drifted to sleep in his mother's warm embrace, the village outside celebrated his birth with joy. The sound of cheers and music filled the air.
But elsewhere, in a far-off land shrouded in storm and lightning, the atmosphere was the complete opposite.
Within a mighty church, rain lashed against the tall stained-glass windows. A carriage screeched to a halt before its gates, and a nobleman leapt out, hurrying inside, drenched in rain.
"Nobleman" (David): "Head Priest Victor! What is the meaning of this? What did you write in your letter? There's no way it can be true!"
Head Priest Victor's face hardened with grief. "This is the will of God. No one can change it. Our end is near, David. It is better if you accept it—we do not have the power to prevent the calamity."
David trembled, his voice breaking. "I will not accept this! You call this nonsense a prophecy? That the world will end within fifty years? Impossible! And yet you say the countdown has already begun?"
Victor's voice thundered with anger. "Mind your words, David! Do not insult my master. He was the greatest priest this world has ever seen, and every one of his prophecies came true—every single one! This was his final prediction."
Victor's gaze grew distant as he repeated the words burned into his soul:
"When all the gods begin to vanish, and darkness envelops this land, the Supreme One will grant his blessings for the final time. After that, the countdown of fifty years will begin. And when it ends… this world shall shatter into pieces and vanish into the vast universe."
David's eyes grew wet. His voice trembled. "How do you expect me to accept that? That my wife, my children, my parents—everyone we love—will die in fifty years? It's too cruel, Victor… I can't bear it!"
Victor try to remember is this the whole prophecy
Or are you forgetting something
Because this prophecy has done hundreds of year ago . Please victor try to remember there must be a way our God can't leave us like this.
Victor, calmer now, said gravely, "There is nothing more. I remember every word spoken by my master. Accept it, David. Spend the time that remains with your family. Cherish it. That is the only advice I can give."
But here victor was wrong there was the second part of the prophecy which he has forgotten with time because this prophecy was done 186 years ago
David looked up at the grand statue of God with despair carved deep into his expression. Unable to argue further, he left the church in silence as lightning tore the sky above.
Back in the peaceful village, the joyous celebration of new life continued. Arjun's father, Ruzel, held a glass of wine as three of his friends approached him warmly.
"Ruzel, congratulations, my friend," one said. "Now you're also a father, just like us. Tell us—how does it feel? And more importantly, have you decided on your son's name?"
Ruzel's face beamed with happiness. "This feeling… it cannot be described with mere words. It is pure and warm, and my heart is overflowing with joy. And yes—I have the perfect name for him."
The crowd leaned forward in anticipation.
"From this day forth," Ruzel declared proudly, "my son shall be called—Rudra."
The people clapped and cheered. But one curious friend asked, "Why Rudra? Why is that the perfect name?"
Ruzel smiled. "First, it is the union of my and my wife's name —'Ru' from Ruzel, and 'Dra' from Drasika. Second, my son is like the mysterious flower of the Rudravriksha. That flower reveals its true self only after being burned. In the same way, my son was born anew after death. His very birth is a miracle."
Everyone celebrated joyfully—until suddenly, Drasika's terrified scream echoed from inside the house.
The festivity froze. All eyes turned toward the home, where something unexpected had begun