Rise of RAIZADA Kingdom

*SOUND ECHOING*

{Please help us!!!}

{You have something which you left unattended!!!}

{We are waiting for you, please come fast!!!}

AHAHHAHHA.....That weird dream again. This is happening a lot lately. Man what a pain!!

*Dinggg Dingg...…DINGGGDinggg*

While thinking about the dream, I heard the sound of the bell. Classes for today have ended AGAIN, and I ended up not attending any class AGAIN...!

My summer vacations are starting from tomorrow. Like every student I am also going home. But unlike every student I am not excited.

I was on the roof of my university, taking my sweet evening nap but that dream always seems to destroy my sweet time.

You might think why I am there. Let me explain you from the beginning.

[My name is KISHNA RAIZADA. INDIA born and INDIA rose. I am 22 years old and I am in third year of my university.

As for my appreance there is no problem what so ever except my hair. Yaa my hair is white in colour and due to that I stood out more than I should. People use to asume that I blech my hair but it's natural. No can do…sorry folks!

Actually I still feel that way but I have gotten used to it.

With this thought in mind I started ignoring the gossips about my hair.

I really wonder if there is any reason for my white hair. ...Well anyways.....

From young age, I have exhibited talents for various things.

For 15 years, I've been training in martial arts and way to live like a COMMANDO.

My uncle was in PARA COMMANDOS regimen.

In his early days of training my uncle was a FOREST RANGER.

Forest Rangers are officers put in charge of protecting, and safeguarding public jungle so as to keep the civilians safe from threats within the woodlands. They are professionals who carry out patrolling the forests everyday in order to ensure the protection of forests. They are taught on fundamental level to act during emergencies like forest fires and natural calamities like landslide. They protect the forest with utmost dedication.

After giving his 10 years to environmental protection he transferred to Para commando regimen.

He used to tell me about his adventures when he had some time.

After retiring from regimen, he started teaching me everything he knew about rangers and commandos. How to survive and fight. Medicinal herbs that can be found in forest easily. Hand to hand fighting style and how to set traps and to figure one out, etc.

For 15 years my uncle trained me and after that I started attending college.

I wanted to know how far I can go with this training and talent of mine.

How tall can I stand if I tried by best?

So I ended up taking part in everything!

I entered various competitions and tournaments. It doesn't matter if it's academics or sports; I excelled in everything.]

Well what ever Iguess..

*SCENE CHANGE*

「Haa, It's so cold today」

I accidentally let my thoughts slip. The sky was glazed in dark damp clouds. If I am not mistaken then it was mentioned that there is high chance of raining. I pulled the scruff of my coat to better cover myself and headed straight towards the closest metro station. Right now it was 13:35. From the nearest station, it takes around 40 minutes to arrive at KASHMIRI GATE. I am starving but luckily I will have enough time for detour towards canteen where I can eat.

Arriving at the station, I took out my DMRC card and entered. (Note: DMRC card is a prepaid e-money card. Mid-afternoon of MONDAY: In terms of riding on trains (I have this habit of going to the end of the train especially if it was during the daytime. This is because the chances of it being empty is much higher) the end of the train is usually empty and it becomes possible to sit down comfortably without the need to worry about fighting for a spot. There were less passengers inside.

I boarded train and after that another train. Upon arriving at my station I was searching for a taxicab but I couldn't find any.

While I was looking for one, I heard screaming sound and when I looked back; I noticed a young boy who jumped in front of a bus . When he was about to get hit by the bus, next thing I noticed that my body acted on its own and I tried to save that boy.'

I saved him but while playing hero; I got hit by the truck.

My body was sent flying. I can't feel pain. I was careless and my body didn't listen to me.

My vision is getting blurry little by little. Well I wanted to do many things but what's most irritating is how my life is ending and while thinking that I am finally lost consciousness.

[When I regained my consciousness next thing I remember is being greeted by an old man who interestingly but unexpectedly called himself GOD!!!!!]