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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.

Suryaputra_Karna01 · 奇幻
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Chapter No.52 Rudrastra (1/2)

[Meghnad's POV]

"It's a lot to take in for me as well," I said, my tone softening. "Power isn't something I think of as my own yet. I am still learning, and still growing. The path to mastering oneself is longer and harder than any battle."

Anjali nodded, her grip on my waist easing slightly as she seemed to relax into the rhythm of the Griffin's flight. The morning sun bathed the land below in a warm, golden light, and for a moment, there was a stillness between us—a shared understanding of the unknown future we were flying toward.

"You know," she said after a while, her voice quieter now, "I thought I would never feel hope again. Kaal had taken everything from us, from me. And then... You appeared, like in some tale the elders would tell children to give them courage."

I glanced over my shoulder, meeting her eyes briefly. There was no hint of jest or flattery in her words—only honesty, raw and unfiltered.