The Story of King Arun.

12th century India.

In a forest surrounded by big trees and many wild animals. Birds chirping can be heard.

A gentle breeze of wind flew by. The rays of sun fell on the ground. Giving energy and life the nature.

Swish(×2)

Bahh(×3)

Sounds of crashing can be heard. Which ruins the peacefulness of nature.

On a field we see two young men wearing orange dhoti and black sandals.

In their arms were two swords which they used to attack each other.

On the left was a young man with Milky white skin and dark black hair. His body was muscular and refined. His name was arun.

While on the right a young man with light black skin with also black hair. His body was much more muscular and taller. His name was virr twin brother of arun.

They were both prince's of the kingdom of Gammuna.

As they were fighting, a old sage with a golden trishul came. Walking behind her was a woman with unmatched beauty. With long flowing black hair and rosey white skin. Her name was Ganga and she was the old sages daughter.

The old sage came to the two men and stomped his trishul stopping the dual.

The two brothers stopped their dual and bowed to their teacher.

"Arun, virr. You two have grown much better then when you first came to me. Both of you have now mastered all my teachings. I have thought you all that I knew and you as my students have absorbed my teaching like sponges. Which has made me very proud."

The old sage told his students with pride in his voice.

The two brothers bowed their head.

"IT'S all thanks to your great teaching. If you hadn't agreed to teach us we wouldn't have come this far. For that we are grateful to you."

Arun said sincerely.

"Yes, teacher. We are deeply grateful to you."

Virr agreed with his brother.

The old sage nodded his head.

"Now you have completed your study under me. So, as of now you have graduated from my teaching and I hope you will use my teachings to help others in need not to harm the innocent."

Both brothers nodded their head.

The sage continued with his talk.

"As, you have completed your study. I shall teach you a secret. This will be you last lesson... no your reward. I will teach you how to obtain a divine weapon."

Hearing those words intrigued the two brothers.

"Divine weapon, what's that?"

"Divine weapon are weapons of great power. They are gifts from the gods."

"So, is it like a boon?"

"No, it's quite different than that. A boon is just a blessing or power given to people by God's. But a divine weapon is different."

The old sage sat down on a stone. The two brothers also sat down but on the ground.

"A divine weapon is a type of weapon that is created from divine energy. Unlike normal weapons these have a type of sentients. Because of that these weapons have the ability to grow stronger alongside their users.

They, have the capability to even over power their own creators."

The brothers listened to this with great attention.

"Now, the only away to obtain a divine weapon Is by completing special tests of the gods. Which will impress the gods to give you a divine weapon."

"Go now to the north. There near a mountain you will find a old shiva temple. In which your test will begin."

As by their teachers order the two brothers journeyed to the north. After walking none stop for four days and four nights. They reached a temple.

When they entered the temple a spirit protecting the temple came and asked the brothers why they were here.

"We wish to obtain a divine weapon."

The spirit told them that to obtain the weapon they need to pray to the gods. If they

are happy with them then and only then will they obtain the weapon.

The two brothers nodded their heads and went inside the temple.

They prayed to the gods for two months.

Until one day an earthquake disturbed their prayer.

Virr fearing his life left the temple. He tried to bring his brother with him to but he didn't come.

Virr returned back to the sage. Seeing him come empty handed the safe was saddened but not angry.

As, he knew obtaining a divine weapon was not a easy task.

Virr stayed with his master for another two months until one day. His brother Arun came back. Now, with a sword in his hand.

Virr and the old sage knew what this was. The gods were pleased with Aruns prayer and gave him a Divine weapon.

The Sage was delighted with aruns achievement. So much so he asked him what he wanted.

Arun didn't want anything. But later after being told to ask for something he asked the Sage to have his daughter as his wife.

The Sage excepted his wish and gave his blessings.

This enraged Virr. Because he too liked Ganga.

When they returned to their kingdom their father made Arun the new king as he was the eldest.

This angered Virr even more. He started to feel jealous of his brother.

And this jealousy lead to him committing a coupe.

At the day of Arun and Gangas marriage he and his supporters attacked.

Most of the gourds and generals were with him.

This was bloody war. Which lead to the death of several people including their father.

In the end Arun and Virr fought each other.

Each using powerful techniques (jutsus). Which destroyed half of the Palace.

In the end Arun wan without even using his Divine weapon.

Virr was taken as a prisoner. Later he was striped of his status and his powers sealed by his teacher.

He was banished from the kingdom.

Many years later he returned, now with a army of demons under his command.

He had also made a deal with a demon god who gave him a powerful Divine weapon.

With which he conquered many kingdoms.

To defeat his evil brother Arun joined with other Kings fought Virr and his army of demons.

After a year of none stop war, Virr and his army of demons were defeated and sealed away in hell.

The victory didn't come at a cost. The uses of many Divine weapons devastated the lands. And many users also died including Arun.

This made the gods to stop giving people Divine weapon. Which marked the end of the creations of these weapons.

But, those that were already been created were passed down to generations.

Protected by the descendents of the wielders.

The scene now cuts to a room were a old man in his late fifties telling this story to his grandson.

"And that's how the story of King arun and the divine weapons ended."

The old man finished the story and looked at the young boy lying in the bed.

"Grandpa, do the weapons do exists?"

"Well, Chris. They are stories of the old age.

Some of them are true and some aren't. But, it is true if you chose to believe it is."

"But-"

"No buts, it's getting late now so you should go to sleep."

"OK, good night!"

"Good night to you too. My little krishna."

The old man walked out of the room and went down to the study room. Where he opened a secret door leading underground.

When he got down he came to a room. Which was filled with many paintings of old nobles and Kings. Among them at the end of the room was a painting of King arun and under the painting was a sword.

The old man came to the sword and looked at it.

"I'm back old friend."

The sword started to glow brightly in a blue light. Which surrounded the whole room.

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(A/N): This is just a side story along side my main fic. Marvel: Character template.

If you like this and want me to continue give comments and power stones.

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