Astras
When Shivay was born, he already knew who he was.
His identity had not been erased by death or rebirth. Somewhere deep within his consciousness, his name, his past, and his purpose remained intact. Yet one truth continued to trouble him—he did not know where he was.
Was this the afterlife?
Or had he truly been born again?
Trapped in the body of a newborn, Shivay could not understand the rules of this existence. The world felt solid, real, and bound by time—nothing like the realms beyond life he remembered. And yet, it was unfamiliar. Too fragile. Too limited. He could think clearly, but he could not act. He could remember, but he could not speak.
That was when the question arose within him:
Does reincarnation truly exist?
Shivay did not believe reincarnation was a simple cycle where souls endlessly returned. If that were true, everyone would remember. Everyone would awaken. But they did not. Most lived and died without ever knowing what came before.
So why had he returned?
The answer slowly formed within him—not as words, but as certainty.
He had been born again because his story was unfinished.
This was not a reward. It was not punishment either. His rebirth was a necessity. Something beyond gods, beyond fate, had chosen continuity over ending. Shivay realized that reincarnation was real—but only when existence itself required it.
Still, many questions remained unanswered.
Why had he been born into this world?
Who would help him in this fragile form?
And whose help was he meant to give?
Shivay sensed that someone, somewhere, was waiting—someone connected to the same imbalance that had pulled him back from death. Their paths would cross not by coincidence, but by purpose. Until then, others would guide him unknowingly, protecting him, raising him, preparing him for the moment when his awareness and strength would align.
For now, Shivay could only wait.
He would grow.
He would observe.
And he would endure the silence of childhood.
Because one day, when the truth finally revealed itself, Shivay would understand not only why he was reborn—but who he was meant to help, and who would help him in return.
Until that day, he remained a king in memory…
and a child in the world.
