Past....
The time 1809- Ashwayuja month, Amavasya night.
Nature is raging with fury. shadows in the sky are thundering as if they've declared war. Flashes of lightning illuminate the vast timber for a moment, also plunge it back into darkness. The rain has formerly begun. The wind, blowing at a intimidating speed, violently shakes the branches of the trees, swirling the leaves.
Deep inside the Sahyadri mountain ranges, in the middle of a thick timber, there's a secret delve
. It is n't an ordinary delve
. It's a sacred place that has hidden the most important secrets on this earth for thousands of times. Though it looks like a simple delve
from the outside, the verity hidden outside has the power to change the future of all humanity.
At the entrance of the delve
, two huge dears are burning. They do n't need energy- they're godly fire. In their light, the delve
entrance looks intimidating, like a monstrous mouth. From outside, the light of thousands of lights is dimly shining, publicizing the majesty that lies within the delve
.
An inconceivable sight greets anyone who steps into the delve
. The interior is decorated with a splendor that surpasses a royal court. Thousands of lights are arranged in a specific order, burning each around. Some of them are n't ordinary lights they're gem lights, diamond lights, and some fire lights. In their combined light, the ancient oils sculpted on the delve
walls glimmer with godly beauty.
The images on those walls are dazing. lords, great pundits, gods, demons, godly munitions, miraculous battles, heavenly realms all are sculpted with extraordinary skill and godly colors. As you look at them, it feels as if they're moving.
The scene in the middle of the delve
is indeed more astonishing. There's a magnific, indirect pedestal. Its periphery is about thirty bases. The entire pedestal is made of white marble. Upon it, sacred yantras, cryptic mantras, and secret lines are intricately sculpted. Looking at these lines, they appear to be glowing.
In the center of the pedestal, an hero of Goddess Kali glows in a magnific form. The hero is about ten bases high. Looking at the statue made of black marble evokes fear, but at the same time, one feels the affection of the Mother. In the Mother's eyes, a godly radiance shines, a combination of love, compassion, wrathfulness, and power.
Around the hero, in all eight directions, there are eight fire recesses. High dears from them touch the ceiling. This fire is also not ordinary it's a godly fire. It does n't need wood; it burns constantly on its own.
The scent that pervades the delve
is also unusual. Incense, sandalwood, camphor, javitri, betel splint, kumkum- all sacred spices combine to produce a godly aroma. Breathing it in brings a strange peace to the mind, and at the same time, an unknown inflow of energy arises in the body.
Thirty- one preachers are seated around the pedestal. They're all dressed in white silk clothes. They've tilak on their facades , rudraksha malas around their necks, and akshamalas in their hands. They're all chanting Vedic mantras in one voice, in one meter. The thirty- one voices sound like a single bone
. harkening to the chanting, it feels as if all the sounds in the world have stopped.
There are two other groups of people in the delve
. On one side are the royals, and on the other, the guardians. For thousands of times, a strong bond, trust, and collective respect have was between these two groups.
Looking at the royals, their greatness is incontinently understood. Although their clothes are simple, their personality is extraordinary. The ingrain graveness, devotion to God, and concern for the weal of the people are visible on their faces. Knowledge, experience, and belief in the future shine in their eyes.
The guardians are in the vesture of soldiers. The armor they wear, the brands in their hands, and the determination visible in their eyes show their legionnaire traits. But their faces do n't only show a thirst for war. They also show immense devotion to the royal family and a commitment to cover them indeed more than their own lives.
A single emotion is easily visible on everyone's face- the pressure, fearlessness, and resoluteness of knowing that commodity of the utmost significance, commodity major, is about to be tonight.
The principal commander of the guardians' clan, Bhairavanatha, bowed towards the old clerk planning near the pedestal and said vocally," Guruji, how much longer will it take for the chanting to be complete? I hear the distant clamor of the adversaries. They're coming towards us veritably presto. The dears of rapacity are burning in their eyes."
The old clerk, without opening his eyes or stopping the chanting, simply jounced his head. This meant,' Do n't be hysterical , be patient, everything will go well.' Unwavering peace and immense courage are visible on his face.
The leader of the royal family, Vishnugupta, walked towards the pedestal with a solemn address. He's forty- five times old. His face has a radiance that combines graveness, wisdom, the gleam of experience, and devotion to God. Although the royal blankets he wears are simple, his personality is extraordinary. The way he walks, his manner of speaking, and the brilliance in his eyes incontinently make it clear that he's no ordinary person.
" Bhairava," Vishnugupta said forcefully but calmly," No matter how presto the adversaries come, we're ready. We must n't let the trust of our ancestors and the burden they placed on us go to waste. The event that's about to be tonight will affect not only our lives but also the unborn generations and all of humanity."
His voice conveyed unwavering faith and immense courage. His words contained not only pride but also a sense of responsibility and concern for unborn generations.
" Maharaja," Bhairavanatha said," But that Krishnadeva Rao is veritably cunning. He's not just an ordinary legionnaire. He also has people who know magical trades. Some in his army know about time magic and witchery. This is n't an ordinary war, Maharaja."
Vishnugupta soughed deeply. Pain flashed in his eyes." That Krishnadeva Rao was formerly my dear friend, one of my Nava- ratnas( nine gems). I used to look after him like a family, a son. I respected his intelligence, I praised his legionnaire traits. But."
His voice suddenly filled with a earthquake, and pain flashed in his eyes." I also learned how far rapacity can take a person, how important it can change them, Bhairava. Now he's not the Krishnadeva Rao I knew. He has fully changed."
Just also, frighting roars were heard from outside the delve
. They were n't the roars of thunder but the whinnying of nags, the whoops of dogfaces, the whang of brands, and the clatter of armor. The adversary army had reached the delve
!
" Prepare for war! Everyone get ready!" Bhairavanatha roared.
All the guardians incontinently drew their brands. Secret mantras were inscribed on their brands. Those mantras were glowing with a white light. The brands were n't ordinary- they were godly munitions inherited from their ancestors.
" Stop," Vishnugupta said, raising his hand." The chanting has begun. It must be completed. else, the power will remain deficient. also our immolation will be in vain."
The old practitioner suddenly opened his eyes. An extraordinary radiance and godly power shone in his eyes." Maharaja, everyone stand in a circle around the pedestal. From this moment on, stop talking fully. The mantra power must be concentrated. There should be no interruption."
Everyone stood in a large circle around the pedestal. The chanting of the preachers began to sound further grand and solemn. The hero of Goddess Kali in the center of the pedestal was glowing further brightly. The dears in the fire recesses were rising advanced.
Just also, there were intimidating sounds at the entrance of the delve
.
The metallic sound of dogfaces' armor and brands colliding and the fast sound of hundreds of nags' hooves hitting the ground.
Hahahahahahaha. Ohhohohohohoh. and the palm cries and war roars of the dogfaces.
" They have come, Maharaja," a guardian rumored.
Vishnugupta said forcefully," Complete silence! Do n't disturb the chanting. This is n't just about our lives."
But suddenly, a intimidating sound, as if the sky had burst open.
Hundreds of arrows sped into the delve
. The sound of them cutting through the air was blaring. Some arrows pierced the delve
walls and stopped- virgin. virgin. virgin. Some hit the lights and extinguished them. Some hit the jewels near the pedestal and shattered them- kattak. kattak.
Suddenly, chaos and commotion began in the delve
.
" Attack! Attack! The adversary's attack!" came whoops from numerous voices.
" Everyone get ready! Prepare for war!" Bhairavanatha roared.
Suddenly, a intimidating person appeared at the entrance of the delve
. His height was at least over six bases. His muscles were as hard as sword filaments. The clothes he wore were black- as black as the night. The features of an ordinary person were n't visible on his face. He'd wound scars and war marks on his cheeks and forepart. In his eyes. they did n't look like mortal eyes. dears of vengeance were burning in the greenishness of blood.
Behind him, hundreds of dogfaces were swinging their brands in the air and roaring war cries as they rushed into the delve
. The same rapacity, wrathfulness, and violence shone in their eyes as well.
" Krishnadeva Rao!" Vishnugupta uttered the name loudly, with anguish.
His voice was a admixture of pain, wrathfulness, despair, love, and abomination. The pain of having to see the person he formerly considered his dear friend as an adversary was spread each over his face.
Krishnadeva Rao sluggishly and solemnly stepped into the delve
. Every step of his transuded peril, vengeance, and rapacity. The dogfaces behind him also rushed into the delve
in the same manner.
While thousands of lights and fire recesses were burning in the delve
, sacredness was suddenly raided by contamination.
"A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha," Krishnadeva Rao let out a strange laugh. There was no agreeableness in his laugh, only atrocity." My dear friend. my practitioner. my king. how numerous times it has been since I met you. I've missed your recollections a lot. I've come lonely for you!"
His words were bane, a blend of affront, anguish, and wrathfulness. The respect and love that were formerly in his voice had faded, replaced by dark feelings.
Vishnugupta soughed deeply. Pain also flashed in his eyes." Krishna. are you still alive? Was it not discipline enough for me to just banish you from the area and not kill you? Can not you still let go of this rapacity?"
" discipline?" Krishnadeva Rao laughed loudly and terrifyingly." Maharaja, what wrong have I done? I'm only participating the wealth and riches of your area with the poor people. While the people are dying of hunger, you're wallowing in luxury. If that's my mistake. I'm not shamed to make such a mistake!"
A hypocritical righteousness and the rapacity to justify his conduct are easily visible in his words.
" Lies! You're telling outright lies!" Bhairavanatha cried angrily." You're stealing the royal storeroom and sacred wealth for your own use and for your followers. You're just covering up your rapacity in the name of the poor. Did you suppose we did not know that?"
further wrathfulness flashed in Krishnadeva Rao's eyes." That is what the royal family and Kshatriyas always think.However, it's theft, If we help the poor.However, it's royal duty, If you're wallowing in luxury.However, it's wealth operation, If you accumulate crores of wealth.However, it's theft!"
If we use it for the people.
" Enough!" Vishnugupta drew his brand.
What will be now? Will Vishnugupta cut off Krishnadeva Rao's head with his brand? Is the war about to begin? Who are these three families? Who'll win this war.? Find out in the coming occasion.