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Rebirth As The Asura Prince

Greek x Norse Mythology Included (This Story Takes Place In AU So, Don't Expect To Go Things As It Was In the Original Ramayana.) In a mystical tale set against the backdrop of the ancient Treta Yuga during the time of the Ramayana, 'Rebirth As The Asura Prince' unfolds the extraordinary journey of a young boy named Indrajit. Fate takes a dramatic turn as Indrajit is unexpectedly reincarnated as Meghnad, the formidable and powerful son of the Asura king Ravana. As the stage is set for the colossal war between the forces of good and evil, tensions mount, and the anticipation of the impending conflict looms large. Indrajit, now reborn as Meghnad, grapples with the weight of his newfound identity. The boy who once lived a mundane life is thrust into the epicenter of the greatest war of the era, the war that will determine the fate of gods and demons. Caught between his past and present, Meghnad faces a moral dilemma. Will he blindly follow the path of his demonic lineage, or will he forge his own destiny? As the war drums echo across the land and alliances are tested, Meghnad must navigate treacherous waters, battling external foes and inner demons that threaten to consume him. Disclaimer: Remember, This is fanfiction of Ramayana. Not "Original" Ramayana. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing a what-if story from my perspective. If you don't like it, I kindly request you not read this further. 7 Chapters/Week Minimum.

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Chapter No.51 One More?!

[Meghnad's POV]

In less than ten minutes we landed just outside the village where the faint glow of lanterns flickered like fireflies in the night. The Griffin's powerful wings stirred the dust and leaves on the ground as it landed gracefully, its form silhouetted against the moonlight. The village was eerily silent, the air heavy with the remnants of fear and despair that Kaal had left behind.

Anjali hesitated as she dismounted the Griffin, her eyes scanning the village's outskirts. The weight of her emotions was evident in her posture, but her gaze had a newfound resolve. She looked back at me, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns.

"Will they even believe it's over?" she whispered, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"They will," I said, my tone steady. "Because you'll tell them. And they'll see the Griffin—a symbol of freedom from Kaal's tyranny."