Veer: A Legendary tale of Revenge and Redemption

Veer: A Legendary tale of Revenge and Redemption

Author - Rajeev Ranjan

Chapter 1: Pain and Grief- The Heavy Burden of Loss

Veer resided in the small village called Suryavatika, nestled in an Indian valley, alongside his esteemed parents who were highly regarded fighters. Veer, the young boy, is merely fifteen years old with a lean frame, adorned by rich brown hair that frame his face. He boasts of large, inquisitive, and warm brown eyes that radiate a sense of determination and innocence. His choice of attire is an orange dress paired with black and orange striped pants that perfectly complement his youthful and vibrant personality. His father, Akashay, possesses a robust and athletic physique, exuding a powerful and formidable aura. His stern and disciplined countenance, defined by chiselled features and penetrating eyes, commands respect and authority. Clad in traditional warrior garb such as Armor and wielding a sword, he dons a diamond-shaped golden color headband on his forehead that signifies his esteemed status and rank within the Rudraksha clan.

He holds the distinguished title of being one of the seven Atirathi within the Rudraksha clan, an elite group of legendary warriors recognized for their exceptional combat skills. On the other hand, Veer's mother, Janki, was also an accomplished Atirathi, who had once held the same status as her husband before retiring from the battlefield. Janki's long hair frames her face, and her eyes mirror those of her son. Her voice is gentle and soothing, adding to her serene presence. Despite his parents' esteemed reputations, Veer lived an uncomplicated life, filled with happiness and contentment, surrounded by his beloved family.

Growing up in Suryavatika, Veer had the privilege of being raised in a peaceful environment that was free from the usual chaos of village life. His home was a sanctuary where he felt safe and protected, under the watchful eyes of his parents. Veer's childhood was marked by carefree days, filled with joy and laughter, as he frolicked in the verdant outskirts of village, exploring the lush landscapes that surrounded his village. Despite being the son of distinguished warriors, Veer's upbringing was not focused solely on combat or training. Instead, his parents emphasized the importance of a well-rounded education that would enable him to lead a fulfilling life, regardless of his future endeavors.

In conclusion, Veer's life in the village of Suryavatika was characterized by the tranquility of a peaceful community and the warmth of a loving family. Despite being the son of highly respected warriors, Veer's upbringing was not one of constant training and combat. Instead, he was taught the importance of a well-rounded education and using his skills for the betterment of his community. His joyous childhood and the values instilled in him by his parents would shape him into a compassionate and capable individual.

Veer's life had been full of happiness and contentment up until the night that he had the nightmare that would change everything. As he lay in his bed, he tried to shake off the feeling of dread that was slowly creeping into his heart. The nightmare had felt so real that he could almost feel the demon's breath on his face. The terrifying creature had been outside his door, waiting to pounce on him. Despite his efforts to calm himself down, his heart was racing so fast that it felt as though it was about to jump out of his chest. The room was shrouded in darkness, with the only source of light coming from the small lamp on his bedside table.

Veer took a deep breath and tried to remind himself that it was just a dream. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The demon in his dream had looked so real that he could still see every detail vividly in his mind. The demon's skin had been black and shiny, like it was made of obsidian. Its eyes had been a bright red, glowing with an intense inner fire. The wings on its back were so large that they could have been mistaken for those of a bat. The demon had been holding a weapon that looked like a rod, but the crescent moon on top of it had been so bright that it hurt Veer's eyes just to look at it.

Veer's mind was consumed by the images from his nightmare, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. The experience had left him feeling shaken to the core, and he knew that he would never forget the terror he had felt that night. Despite his best efforts, he always had this feeling that the demon from his nightmare was still lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

The following day, Veer woke up feeling drained and exhausted after a night of vivid nightmares. He felt that something was off and decided to tell his parents everything. He described the demon in detail, from its black skin to its glowing weapon. His parents listened to his story carefully and tried to comfort him, reassuring him that it was just a bad dream and nothing more.

However, as soon as Veer mentioned the description of the glowing weapon, his parents exchanged a worried glance. They recognized the weapon as a symbol of an ancient demonic entity that had been haunting their family for generations. They decided not to tell Veer about it as they didn't want to scare him, but they knew that they had to handle it themselves. Despite his parents' reassurances, Veer continued to have the same nightmare every night. The demon in his dreams seemed to come closer and closer to him every time, and Veer couldn't shake off the feeling that it was getting stronger. He tried to distract himself during the day, but the fear and anxiety were always lurking in the back of his mind.

After days of contemplation, Veer's father Akashay decided to embark on a journey to rid his son of the haunting monster that had been tormenting him. He knew that the demon in Veer's dream was the son of Din Asur, a demon that he and his wife had vanquished years ago. Despite his efforts to keep it hidden, Veer had somehow caught the attention of Din Asur's offspring, and the monster had fixated on him.

Akashay knew the journey wouldn't be easy. He had to travel deep into the forest, where Din Asur and his minions had been rumored to have taken refuge after being banished from the realm of humans. But he was determined to save his son from the demon's clutches, even if it meant risking his own life. As he set off on his journey, Akashay braced himself for the challenges that lay ahead. The forest was dense, and the path ahead was treacherous. He encountered various obstacles along the way, from ferocious beasts to dark magic spells. But he persisted, driven by his love for his son and the need to protect him from the demon's wrath. As he approached Din Asur's lair, he could sense the evil emanating from the place. The air was thick with an ominous energy, and Akashay knew that he was walking into a trap. But he was prepared for whatever lay ahead, and he drew his sword, ready to face the demon and his minions.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, but there was no news of Akashay. Veer and Janki anxiously waited for his return, but their hopes were gradually fading. Veer could not sleep at night, constantly tossing and turning in his bed, plagued by nightmares of the demon coming closer and closer to him every time. One day, an old man dressed in tattered robes knocked on their door, and Janki invited him in.

Veer, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, watched from behind the door as the old man spoke to his mother in hushed tones. The old man revealed that Akashay had embarked on a perilous journey to defeat the demon that had been haunting Veer's dreams. He had travelled deep into the heart of the forest, where the demon was said to reside. However, he had never returned from his journey, and it was believed that he had perished at the hands of the demon.

Janki was overcome with grief upon hearing this news and fainted on the spot. Veer rushed to her side, trying to wake her up, but to no avail. The old man helped Veer lay Janki down on the bed and gave her some water to revive her. After some time, Janki regained consciousness, but she was inconsolable, weeping uncontrollably at the loss of her husband. The old man then dropped another bombshell, informing them that Janki herself had fallen ill and had only a few days left to live. Veer could not believe what he was hearing. First, his father had perished, and now his mother was on her deathbed. It was too much for him to bear, and he felt like his world had come crashing down around him.

Veer spent his days sitting by his mother's side, holding her hand and listening to her stories of his father and how they defeated Din Asura. She spoke of the sacrifices Akashay had made for their family, of his bravery and courage, and how much he had loved them. Janki's condition worsened with each passing day, and Veer knew that she didn't have much time left. As he watched his mother slip away, Veer realized the gravity of his loss. He was an orphan now, with no family left in the world. The weight of this realization bore down on him like a ton of bricks, and he sank deeper into his grief.

After the devastating news of his parents' deaths, Veer was left in a state of shock and deep sorrow. He hardly talked to anyone and was barely responsive to his surroundings. The old man who had come to inform him of his parents' demise decided to take Veer under his care and brought him to the Rudraksha clan where he would have a roof over his head and people to take care of him. Veer was still consumed by grief and rarely left his room. He would sit quietly and stare into space for hours. But one day, a girl named Anika with long, black hair glistens with shine, cascading down her back. Two stunning and sizable earrings dangle from her ears, adding to her allure. She adorns a orange headband on her forehead, completing her elegant look came to visit Veer. She was around the same age as Veer and was curious about the new boy who had come to live in the clan.

Anika tried to engage Veer in conversation, but he remained silent. Undeterred, she kept asking him questions and eventually, Veer started to open to her. He told her about the nightmares he had been having and about the demon that he had seen in his dreams. Anika listened intently, fascinated by Veer's story. As Veer recounted the tale of his parents and their past encounter with Din Asur, the demon's father, Anika's eyes widened in shock. She had heard of the demon's reign of terror in the nearby villages and knew that many people had suffered under his rule. But the fact that Veer's parents had been brave enough to stand up against him and defeat him filled her with admiration. Anika realized that Veer needed someone to confide in and decided to be that person for him.

She visited him every day and slowly, Veer started to come out of his shell. He began to look forward to their conversations and even started smiling again. Veer and Anika became close friends and spent many hours together talking about their hopes and dreams. Anika encouraged Veer to be brave and face his fears. She reminded him that his parents had been strong and courageous and that he could be too. With Anika's support, Veer started to believe in himself again and began to make plans for his future. Despite the tragic loss of his parents, Veer had found a new family in the kind people of the village and a new friend in Anika. He was no longer alone and with Anika's help, he was learning to heal from his trauma and move forward.

Anika's introduction to Rudraksha and its warriors opened a new chapter in Veer's life. As he spent more time with the people in Rudraksha, he learned about their way of life and their noble mission to protect the village from all kinds of evil, including demons. Veer was in awe of the warriors and their strength, and he was determined to become a Mahamaharathi, surpassing even his father's greatness. He threw himself into his training, focusing on mastering weapons, combat techniques, and mental fortitude. As he progressed in his training, Veer became more confident and determined. His resolve to avenge his parents and protect his village grew stronger with every passing day.

He immersed himself in the ancient texts and teachings of Rudraksha, learning about the history of the village and the countless battles fought to keep it safe. Despite the many challenges he faced, Veer refused to give up. With the support of his fellow warriors and the guidance of his mentors, he continued to push himself to become the best Mahamaharathi he could be. Through his training, Veer gained not only physical strength but also inner strength and clarity of mind. He learned to control his emotions, channeling his pain and anger into his training and the pursuit of his goals.

As he progressed on his path, Veer came to realize that his mission was not just about personal revenge. He saw the bigger picture, understanding that by protecting his village and defeating the demons that threatened it, he was serving a greater purpose. With this realization, Veer's determination and sense of duty grew even stronger. He vowed to fight with everything he had, to protect his people and honor his parents' memory. And so, with the support of his new family in Rudraksha, Veer set out on his journey to become a Mahamaharathi, ready to face any challenge that came his way.

Chapter 2: The Unlikely Ally- A Test of Trust

Ever since Veer joined the clan, he struck up a friendship with Anika, who was a skilled warrior in the community. They spent a lot of time training together, and Veer was always eager to learn more about the clan's practices and culture. One day, while they were training, Veer noticed the orange band on Anika's head and asked her about it. Anika explained that the band represented her rank in the clan, and she was an Ardharathi. She went on to explain that every rank in the clan had a corresponding symbol.

Anika pointed out that an orange headband represented Ardharathis, who were base warriors with basic fighting skills and knowledge of a few weapons. A silver band on the head was for Rathis, who were more experienced in fighting than Ardharathis and could use any kind of weapon. A golden headband was for Atirathis, who had experience in all kinds of weapons and had the ability to control any one of the five Tatvas.

Anika continued to explain that a platinum headband was for Maharathis, who were equal to twelve Atirathis and could control all five Tatvas. Maharathis could also use two or three weapons simultaneously, making them extremely powerful. Veer was fascinated by the different ranks and symbols in the clan. He realized that there was so much more to learn about the clan's practices and culture, and he felt grateful to have a friend like Anika who could teach him.

The atmosphere in the clan was tense as the new members and small ranks gathered in front of the group. Veer, one of the newcomers, couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension as he waited to hear what the old man had to say. He watched as the leader of the clan approached with six people following behind him. Veer's eyes widened as he noticed the platinum band on the old man's head and the golden bands on the heads of the six individuals behind him.

It was then that the old man introduced himself as Atharv, the leader of the clan. The old man stood before the group, his eyes scanning the sea of faces before him. As he began to speak, his voice was firm and commanding. "You are all new Yodhas of our clan," he said. "And it is my pleasure to welcome you all." The old man's gaze then turned to Veer, and he gave him a small nod of recognition. "As you may have noticed," Atharv continued, "the bands on our heads are symbolic of our ranks in the clan." He then gestured to his own platinum band. "This is the band of the Maharathi, the highest rank in our clan. The six individuals behind me all have the band of the Atirathi, our clan's protectors who defend our village from any danger." The old man then explained that the new Yodhas would be divided into separate teams, with each team assigned a trainer to train them.

It was then that Atharv's expression turned solemn as he spoke of the recent loss of a member of the clan. "Recently, we lost one of our Atirathi," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "He was a proud and strong member of our clan, always willing to help anyone who needed it. He was one of the most skilled warriors we had, and he had a heart of gold." Atharv paused for a moment; his eyes filled with sadness. "Unfortunately, on a recent mission, he was unsuccessful and never returned," the old man continued. "But we will not let his sacrifice go in vain. It is now up to you, the new Yodhas of our clan, to take up the mantle and continue his legacy. We need strong, dedicated warriors to protect our village, and we believe that you have what it takes to fill the void that he left behind." The old man's words hung heavily in the air, and the group fell silent as they absorbed his message.

Veer felt a newfound sense of purpose as he listened, his determination growing with every passing moment. He knew that he had a lot to learn, but he was ready to take on the challenge and become the best warrior he could be. Veer was excited to begin his training and start his journey towards becoming an Atirathi, and he knew that with hard work and dedication, he could make a difference in his clan and honor the memory of the fallen Atirathi.

After Atharv's introduction, the atmosphere of the clan turned electric with excitement and anticipation. The young Yodhas, eager to prove themselves and make their mark, stood at attention as the Atirathis marched forward, their golden headbands glinting in the sun. Krishav was the first to speak, his voice strong and confident as he introduced himself and then called out the names of three Yodhas who would be in his team. As Krishav stepped back, Satvik stepped forward and followed suit, his sharp eyes surveying the new recruits as he named his team Yodhas. Druv and Tanush were next, both exuding a quiet intensity that spoke of their determination to succeed. Daiwik, the youngest of the Atirathis, stepped forward with a shy smile and spoke his name and team Yodhas, his voice trembling slightly with nerves.

Finally, Samrat strode forward, his muscular build was emphasized by his orange cape, and his black hair was neatly combed under an orange cap that was connected to his robe.. Veer, Anika, and Daksh's hearts swelled with pride as they heard their names called out by the most respected warrior in the clan. The trio exchanged excited glances, thrilled to have been selected by Samrat to be part of his team. Veer and Anika were curious about the new member of their team, Daksh. They had never seen him before and wondered what his skills and abilities were. Daksh's smart appearance was complemented by his blueish purple hair, and his big eyes added to his confident and bold demeanor.

As the Atirathis stepped back, Atharv spoke once more, his voice ringing out loud and clear. "Training starts tomorrow at dawn. Be ready to work hard and push yourselves to the limit. Remember, you are the future of our clan, and it is up to you to protect our village and keep our traditions alive." With those words, the gathering dispersed, and the new recruits set off to prepare for the grueling weeks of training ahead. Veer, Anika, and Daksh walked together, discussing their hopes and fears for the coming days. They knew that the road ahead would not be easy, but they were determined to succeed and make their clan proud.

As the night fell, Veer and Anika made their way back to their home, both feeling exhausted but excited for the journey ahead. Daksh, who was a new member of their team, followed close behind. They could sense his nervousness, but they also knew that he was eager to prove himself. Veer and Anika settled into their tents, their minds still buzzing with thoughts of the day's events. They both knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but they were determined to give it their all. As they drifted off to sleep, their dreams took them to different places. Anika dreamed of a peaceful village surrounded by lush green forests, while Veer found himself battling fierce monsters in a dark, ominous cave.

Daksh, on the other hand, found it hard to sleep and was already strategizing in his head about the upcoming training and missions. He knew that the clan's protection was of utmost importance, and he was determined to be an asset to his team. As the night wore on, Daksh stayed up late reviewing his abilities and training plans, determined to be fully prepared for the challenges ahead. Meanwhile, Veer and Anika drifted off into their own dreams, eager for the new beginning that awaited them.

As the Yodhas gathered in the hall, there was an air of excitement and anticipation. This was their chance to share their dreams and aspirations, and to work towards achieving them with the help of their leaders. Anmay, Pranav, and Anamika from Krishav's team were the first to introduce themselves. Anmay spoke of his desire to become the strongest warrior in the clan, while Pranav talked about his love for strategy and how he wanted to lead the clan in battle. Anamika, on the other hand, shared her dream of becoming a healer and using her skills to help those in need. Kavish, Pranit, and Maitri from Satvik's team spoke next. Kavish expressed his ambition to become an Atirathi and defend the village against any threat, while Pranit talked about his passion for archery and how he wanted to become a skilled marksman. Maitri, on the other hand, shared her dream of becoming a diplomat and forging alliances with other clans.

When it was Dhruv's team's turn to speak, Akshit, Diyan, and Ananya stepped forward. Akshit talked about his desire to become a strategist and lead the clan to victory, while Diyan expressed his interest in scouting and gathering information for the clan. Ananya, on the other hand, shared her dream of becoming a spy and using her skills to protect the clan from external threats. Next came Tanush's team, consisting of Avni, Shaurya, and Aditya. Avni expressed her desire to become a skilled swordsman, while Shaurya talked about his love for martial arts and how he wanted to incorporate it into his fighting style. Aditya, on the other hand, shared his dream of becoming a blacksmith and forging weapons for the clan.

Finally, it was Samrat's team's turn to introduce themselves. Veer spoke first, sharing his dream of becoming a Maharathi and surpassing his father's achievements. The spoke of his desire to protect everyone in the village and to be a true leader of the clan. Anika followed, expressing her ambition to become a strong fighter and to use her skills to help those in need. Finally, it was Daksh. The others noticed that he remained silent as the others spoke. But when it was his turn, his eyes took on a fierce glaze that caught the attention of everyone in the room. He spoke in a low, serious tone, saying that his dream was to become the strongest warrior in the clan. He talked about the discipline and dedication required to achieve such a goal, and how he was willing to do whatever it takes to become the best. His words sent a chill down the spines of his fellow team Yodhas, who realized that Daksh was not someone to be taken lightly.

As the introductions ended, the leaders nodded approvingly at their team Yodhas. It was clear that they had a dedicated and ambitious group of young warriors under their guidance. The old man Atharv stepped forward, his eyes scanning over the young faces gathered before him. He cleared his throat, and his voice boomed through the hall. "Welcome, young warriors," he began, "I am here to teach you about our people, the warrior race, and the power that flows through our veins."

He went on to explain that the people of Bharat were majorly divided into five villages - Suryavatika, Shantipura, Amritkunda, Anandnagari, and Arogyapura along with many small villages that these five clans swore to protect. Each of the five major village had a clan responsible for protecting the villagers and educating the young ones on the right path to dignity. Rudraksha was the clan in Suryavatika village, Kshitiz was the clan in Shantipura village, Vriksha was the clan in Amritkunda village, Akhanda was the clan in Anandnagari village, and Nabhiksha was the clan in Arogyapura village. As the students listened with rapt attention, the old man continued to explain the different levels of warriors, each with their own unique set of skills and abilities.

He began with the base warriors, the Ardharathi, who had basic fighting skills and knew how to use a few weapons. Above them were the Rathi, who had the power of twelve Ardharathi and more experience in fighting. They could use any kind of weapons with ease. The Atirathi were the next level up, and they had the power of twelve Rathi. They were skilled in all kinds of weapons and could control any one of the five Tatva. The five Tatva were Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Sky. Moving up the ranks, the old man spoke of the Maharathi which he was one himself, who were equal to twelve Atirathi. They had the power to control all five Tatva and could use two or three weapons simultaneously. As the old man finished speaking, the students sat in stunned silence, their minds reeling with the possibilities of what they could become. Each one of them was filled with a newfound determination to reach the highest level of the warrior ranks, to protect their village with all the power and skill at their disposal.

As the students were dismissed from their lesson on the warrior race, divisions, powers and ranks, they were instructed to head to the artillery to select their weapon for training. The artillery was a massive warehouse filled with thousands of weapons of all shapes and sizes, ranging from the mundane to the mythical. As they gazed upon the arsenal before them, each weapon seemed more and more powerful, beckoning the students to choose them. Veer, determined to follow in his father's footsteps, searched for a weapon that resembled his father's signature weapon. He finally found a weapon called Parsu, which was like an axe with a strong handle and a very sharp blade. He chose this weapon because it was the same weapon his father had used, and he hoped it would bring him good luck and success in his training.

Anika, on the other hand, was already skilled with the sword, having practiced with it while becoming an Ardharathi. She selected a sword from the artillery that was of the finest quality, crafted from the finest steel and with a sharp edge that could slice through anything. Daksh, who had always been fascinated by weapons with long range, was searching for the perfect spear. As he walked down the aisles of the artillery, his eyes caught sight of a spear called Bhala. It had a strong and flexible handle and a pointed tip that looked as though it could pierce through anything. Daksh knew that this was the weapon he was meant to use. As they made their selections, the students were reminded that a weapon was only as powerful as the warrior wielding it. The true strength of a warrior came from their determination, discipline, and dedication to their craft. With their chosen weapons in hand, they were ready to begin their training and hone their skills as warriors.

After the weapons were selected, the Atirathi gathered the students and explained the next steps of their journey. They were informed that each team would disperse to a different location for training and that they would have a year to prepare for the Ardharathi test upon their return to the village. The students were both excited and nervous about their upcoming training, but they knew that they had to give it their all to prove themselves worthy of being an Ardharathi. As they dispersed, they each looked back at the familiar faces of their fellow students, knowing that they would not see each other for a year.

Samrat and his team headed towards a mountain foot near the village for their training. As they journeyed together, they began to talk and get to know each other better. They shared stories and experiences, which helped them to bond as a team. However, Daksh was not very talkative and kept mostly to himself. The others tried to engage him in conversation, but he seemed to prefer solitude. As they approached the mountain, they were awed by its sheer size and beauty. Samrat and the Atirathi led the students up the winding path, pointing out the various plants and animals that they encountered along the way. The journey was tiring, but the students were determined to reach their destination.

Finally, they arrived at the training site, which was a clearing at the foot of the mountain. The Atirathi explained that this would be their home for the next year, and that they would train rigorously to become skilled warriors. They also warned the students that the training would be intense and that they would be pushed to their limits. They were all determined to work hard and become the best Ardharathi that they could be. As they set up their tents and prepared for their first day of training, they could feel the weight of the challenge that lay before them. But they also knew that they were up to the task, and that they would do whatever it takes to succeed.

As the training began, the first and most important lesson was to get a good hold and balance of their respective weapons. Daksh, as expected, seemed to have already mastered his Bhala, impressing everyone around him. Anika, who was already skilled with a sword from her previous training, found it relatively easier to get the hold and balance of her weapon, but it still took her a few days to master the finer techniques. However, Veer struggled a lot with his weapon of choice, the Parsu.

Veer found it extremely challenging even to hold the weight of the weapon, let alone use it for training purposes. Despite his best efforts, Veer failed every time, unable to get a good grip on the Parsu. He was starting to feel frustrated and thought that he might have made a mistake in selecting this weapon. He kept wondering if he should switch to a different weapon, one that he would be more comfortable with. However, he didn't want to give up so easily and decided to persevere, hoping to get better with each passing day. Meanwhile, Daksh and Anika continued to excel in their training, impressing their Guru Samrat and fellow trainees.

As the days passed, Samrat continued to teach the students the various techniques and skills necessary to wield their weapons effectively. While Daksh and Anika seemed to be making good progress, Veer struggled to hold and use his Parsu properly, which left him feeling increasingly depressed and frustrated. He was determined to master the weapon and honour his father, who had also been a skilled warrior, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not seem to make any progress. Samrat noticed that Veer was struggling and took him aside to offer some guidance. He explained that it was normal for new students to have difficulty with their weapons and that the key to success was to practice consistently and have patience with oneself.

Samrat demonstrated some techniques and provided Veer with some additional exercises to help build up his strength and improve his grip on the Parsu. Over the next few weeks, Veer focused intensely on his training, spending long hours practicing and working on his weaknesses. At times, he felt like giving up, but he reminded himself of the reason he had chosen the Parsu and the legacy of his father. He was determined to succeed and make him proud. As the weeks turned into months, Veer's efforts began to pay off. He gradually gained more control over the weapon and started to incorporate more complex techniques into his practice. Although he was still not as skilled as Daksh and Anika, he was making steady progress and felt more confident with each passing day. During a sparring session, Veer finally felt a sense of accomplishment as he executed a move that he had been practicing for weeks. Samrat, who was watching from the side-lines, saw the progress that Veer had made and gave him a nod of approval. Veer felt a surge of pride, knowing that his hard work was finally starting to pay off.

Chapter 3: A Warrior's Path- Stories of the Legends

After a month of training, the students had mastered the basics of wielding their weapons, including Veer who had finally gotten a better grip on his Parsu. Samrat called them together for another lesson, telling them that he would be sharing the stories of the weapons they held, including the histories of their previous wielders. He also emphasized the importance of focus and concentration during the storytelling, promising that if they learned everything from the stories, he would show them his own weapon.

As Samrat began to tell the story of the Khanda sword, his voice took on a hushed and reverential tone. "This sword," he said, "was wielded by one of the greatest kings and warriors in all of history. His name was Maharana Pratap, and he was a true hero of his people." Maharana Pratap was born on May 9th, 1540, in the city of Kumbhalgarh, which was then part of the Mewar region of India. His father, Maharana Udai Singh II, was the ruler of Mewar, and he was determined to keep his kingdom free from the rule of the Mughal Empire, which was then expanding throughout India.

From a young age, Maharana Pratap showed an incredible aptitude for fighting and warfare. He was said to be one of the strongest men in all of India, standing at 7 feet 5 inches tall and carrying an 80-kilogram spear and two swords weighing a total of 208 kilograms. He also wore an Armor weighing 72 kilograms, which was said to be nearly impenetrable. Maharana Pratap's fighting prowess was legendary. He won countless battles in the battlefield, and no human or army was a match for him. He was even known to have defeated lions, tigers, bears, and other wild animals with his bare hands.

Maharana Pratap continued to fight against the Mughals. In the battle of Dewair, he managed to capture and imprison the Mughal general, Man Singh, and his army of 36,000 soldiers surrendered to Maharana Pratap's Rajput army. According to Hindu war traditions, the Mughals were sent back to Delhi unharmed, and this surrender became the largest in the history of India until 1971. It remains the second-largest surrender in Indian history to this day. In the same battle of Dewair, Maharana Pratap was faced with a formidable foe: Bahlol Khan, the seven-feet-tall commander of the Mughal army. Bahlol Khan was said to be a cruel and monstrous giant, and he was determined to kill Maharana Pratap from behind. But Maharana Pratap was not so easily defeated. He charged at Bahlol Khan with his Khanda sword and sliced the giant and his horse in half.

This incredible feat of bravery and strength has become the stuff of legend. The sword that Maharana Pratap wielded in this legendary battle, the Khanda, thus became an important symbol of his bravery and skill in battle. As Samrat continued his story, the others listened in awe, captivated by the tales of one of the greatest warriors in Indian history.

After years of intense training and practice, Maharana Pratap had attained an incredible level of power. It was said that with one swift swing of his sword, he could cut through mountains and boulders effortlessly. Such was his strength that people who saw him in action claimed that he could even slice the sky in two with his sword. The legend of Maharana Pratap's prowess and strength had spread far and wide, and his enemies quaked in fear at the mere mention of his name. The Rajput king's extraordinary skills with a sword had earned him an almost mythical status among his people and many of his subjects saw him as a divine being.

Anika was deeply moved by the story of Maharana Pratap and his legendary sword. She felt a surge of power within her, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She was in awe of the great king's bravery, strength, and determination, and was inspired by his unwavering commitment to defending his homeland and people. As she reflected on the story, Anika realized that she too had the power within her to achieve greatness. She was determined to follow in the footsteps of Maharana Pratap and become a warrior in her own right. She knew that it would take years of practice and hard work, but she was willing to put in the effort to reach her goals.

Anika realized that just as Maharana Pratap had to face and overcome numerous challenges in his quest to protect his kingdom, she too would have to face challenges in her own path. But now, she was not afraid. She felt inspired to emulate the bravery and fortitude of Maharana Pratap and to face the challenges ahead with confidence and determination. The story had a profound impact on Anika's perspective on life. She realized that life is full of battles, and it is up to everyone to choose how to fight them. She felt that she was now better equipped to face her own struggles and to fight for what she believed in.

Anika resolved to continue learning and growing, and to draw inspiration from stories of great leaders like Maharana Pratap. She felt grateful for the opportunity to learn from Samrat, and she looked forward to hearing more stories from him in the future. Overall, the story of Maharana Pratap and his legendary sword had a transformative effect on Anika's mindset. It helped her see the world in a new light and gave her the courage to face whatever challenges may come her way.

After a while, Samrat suggested that they take a short break before continuing with the next story. Anika, who empathized with Daksh, decided to prepare his favorited meal of Roti and curry. In addition, she served rice and dal to Veer and Samrat, who looked at her with puzzled expressions. Nevertheless, they all enjoyed the meal and took some time to rest before resuming with the storytelling session. The aroma of the food filled the air, and Anika's gesture of kindness brought a smile to everyone's face, easing the tension in the mind.

As Samrat continued his narration, he delved into the story of Bhagha, the spear of Shivaji, one of the greatest kings in Indian history. Shivaji was a brilliant military strategist who carved out his own independent kingdom from the declining Adilshahi sultanate of Bijapur, and this formed the genesis of the Maratha Empire. In 1674, he was formally crowned the Chhatrapati of his realm at Raigad Fort. Despite facing countless challenges and enemies, Shivaji was never defeated in battle, making him the only warrior in history to achieve this feat.

He was known for his incredible prowess on the battlefield and his army's adeptness in guerrilla warfare. His soldiers used unusual and out-of-the-box tactics to fight in treacherous terrain, often relying on stealth and surprise to gain an upper hand. One of the most famous tactics used by Shivaji and his soldiers was the technique of "Guerrilla yudh," as the plunderers who would appear out of nowhere, loot, and escape before anyone could catch them. By adopting this approach, Shivaji's army was able to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies and cause significant damage, even when they were outnumbered.

Legend has it that if Shivaji and his army went to a country for battle, within a day, the entire land would become barren, as if a herd of buffaloes had rampaged through a farm and left nothing behind. This anecdote speaks to the reputation of Shivaji and his forces, who were known to be incredibly powerful and unstoppable in battle. Their swift and brutal tactics left their enemies little time to react or mount a defence, leading to many decisive victories on the battlefield.

Shivaji wielded the legendary spear Bhagha with such ease that his attacks were almost invisible to human eyes. His expertise in using this spear was unparalleled, and he was known to throw it with such precision that his enemies were caught off-guard and could not even see the spear coming at them. The power of Bhagha was not limited to just piercing through human flesh, as it was said to be able to penetrate through mountains and other obstacles that stood in its way. Shivaji was able to channel the spear's power in such a way that it would pierce everything in its path, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

The Bhagha spear was not just a weapon for Shivaji, but a tool that he used to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. A mere sight of him holding the spear was enough to make even the bravest of soldier's tremble in fear. His mastery over the spear was so great that he was able to use it to defeat enemies who had far superior numbers and resources. Shivaji was able to throw Bhagha with such force and precision that it could pierce through the hearts of his enemies, killing them instantly. His accuracy and skill with the spear were so great that it was said that he could strike down an enemy even if they were hiding behind an iron fort or several trees.

Many legendary warriors dared to challenge Shivaji to a one-on-one fight. However, the battle would hardly even start before the enemy's head would fly away into the sky. The sheer force of Shivaji's spear, Bhagha, was so devastating that it appeared as though he never even moved from his spot while the enemy was defeated. The power and precision with which Shivaji wielded his spear was beyond comparing. It was said that Bhagha was so powerful that it could pierce through anything in its way, no matter how thick or durable it may be. The sound of its piercing through walls and barriers would resonate like thunder through the battlefield, striking fear into the hearts of Shivaji's enemies. Even the bravest of warriors were no match for the might of Shivaji and his beloved Bhagha.

Shivaji's use of Bhagha was not limited to just the battlefield, as he also used it as a symbol of his power and authority. The spear was often carried by his followers as a sign of their allegiance to him, and it was also used in ceremonial events to signify the power and authority of the Maratha Empire. Overall, the Bhagha spear was a powerful weapon that was instrumental in Shivaji's success as a warrior and king. Its ability to pierce through any obstacle in its path, coupled with Shivaji's mastery over it, made it a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. It remains a symbol of his legacy and his enduring impact on Indian history.

Daksh was listening with great concentration and as soon as Samrat finished the story, he spoke up and told him that he had heard this story from his grandfather. Samrat smiled and replied, "I know your grandfather, The legendary Kartik. He was a legendary warrior, a Maharathi, and a great friend of the current Mahaguru, Atharv." Anika was amazed to hear this and asked Daksh to tell them more about his grandfather. Daksh took a deep breath and began to share his grandfather's story. He told them that his grandfather Kartik was known for his bravery and fighting skills. He was one of the greatest warriors of his time and had fought in many battles.

Daksh shared a story about how his grandfather had once fought against a powerful enemy who had an army ten times the size of Kartik's. Despite being outnumbered, Kartik and his army fought bravely and managed to defeat the enemy. This battle earned Kartik a reputation as a fearless warrior who never backed down from a fight. Anika, Veer, and Samrat were all captivated by Daksh's story, and they asked him to share more. Daksh continued to tell them stories about his grandfather. As the night wore on, they all listened to Daksh's stories with rapt attention and as the stories came to an end, they all felt a sense of inspiration and motivation to become better versions of themselves.

Samrat replied, "Well, I think it's time for us to go to sleep." Veer eagerly insisted that he wanted to hear the story about his axe, expressing his curiosity. However, as the night had already descended, Samrat told them that the story would have to wait until the next day. As they all settled into their sleeping arrangements, Anika couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder for the stories that had been shared that day.

The following day, when Samrat woke up, he noticed that all three Yodhas had already started their training early in the morning. He was delighted to see their enthusiasm and eagerness to learn. After their training session, they all sat down, ready for the next story. Samrat began his story by describing Lord Shiva, the Supreme God of Hinduism. He explained that when the universe was nothing but a void, Lord Shiva was the only existence. He went on to describe Lord Shiva's role as the creator, preserver, and destroyer of all things in the universe. Samrat described Lord Shiva's immense power and the fact that even the mightiest gods in the universe fears and worship him. The power of Lord Shiva is beyond imagination as he controls the endless universe. He is known as "The Destroyer" or "Mahadev" in Hindu mythology, which indicates his role in destroying the old and making way for the new. He is also known as the "Lord of Dance" or "Nataraja" for his ability to dance away the cosmic illusion and reveal the true nature of reality.

As he spoke, the three trainees listened intently, fascinated by the tale of Lord Shiva. Samrat went on to describe how Lord Shiva is known as The Destroyer, and how he controls the endless universe. He spoke of Lord Shiva's many names and how he is considered to be the ultimate power in the Hindu pantheon. One of the most striking characteristics of Lord Shiva is his non-judgmental attitude towards his devotees. Even if you are a very bad person and you worship Shiva, he only sees you as a son and never judges anyone. He is the ultimate savior who can free you from the cycle of birth and death and grant you eternal liberation or "moksha." For the followers of Lord Shiva, he is not just a deity, but a way of life that leads to the ultimate truth and spiritual realization.

Parshuram is a revered figure in Hindu mythology, known for his divine powers and association with Lord Shiva. He is said to have been granted immense strength and skill in warfare by Lord Shiva, which he used to slay thousands of warriors and kings who had become corrupt and unjust. According to legend, Parshuram was the sixth incarnation of Lord Vishnu and was born to Renuka and Jamadagni, one of the seven sages (Saptrishi) in Hinduism. Parshuram's weapon of choice was an axe, which he wielded with great prowess and skill. He is often depicted carrying an axe in his hand and wearing a crown made of human skulls. He is revered by many as a symbol of divine justice and is worshipped by those who seek his protection and blessings. Despite his immense power and status, Parshuram is said to have lived a simple and austere life. He spent many years meditating and performing penance in order to gain the favour of Lord Shiva and other deities. According to some accounts, he is believed to still live at the peak of Mahendragiri mountain in Orissa, where he continues to meditate and practice his spiritual discipline.

One day, King Kartavirya Sahasrarjuna and his army arrived and forcefully attempted to take Kamadhenu, the divine cow of Parshuram's father. Outraged by this, Parshuram took it upon himself to seek revenge and killed both King Kartavirya and his entire army. Unfortunately, in Parshuram's absence, King Kartavirya's son retaliated by killing Parshuram's father Jamadagni. This heinous act further enraged Parshuram, and he vowed to seek vengeance by killing all of King Kartavirya's sons. He then took an oath to rid the earth of all corrupt Haihaya kings and warriors, and to fulfil his promise, he performed the Ashwamedha sacrifice. Finally, Parshuram gave away all his assets to the priests who had conducted the Ashwamedha Yagna.

Legend has it that with his marvelous strength and immense axe, Parshuram killed all the kings on the planet not once, not twice, but 21 times. It was said that his axe was so powerful that no being in the universe dared to challenge him. Every creature, whether human or divine, feared him and refused to take the throne of a king because of the fear of Parshuram. They knew that if someone tried to sit on a throne, Parshuram would kill the king and his entire army without mercy. Such was the fear of Parshuram that even some of the gods and goddesses feared him. It is believed that his anger was so intense that it could cause earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, and that even the deities could not calm him down. Merely by making eye contact with an individual, he can render them motionless and compel them to surrender.

He became so feared and powerful that no one dared to challenge his wrath, and even the mightiest of rulers refused to take the throne, knowing that Parshuram despised kings and would slaughter anyone who dared to sit on a throne. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors, for they knew that facing Parshuram meant certain death. Parshuram's anger was so great that not even the deities were safe from his wrath. It was only Lord Hanuman, an avatar of Lord Shiva, who was able to quell Parshuram's fury and restore peace. However, even to this day, the memory of Parshuram's axe, known as Parsu, sends shivers down the spines of people, and the mere mention of his name is enough to make one's blood run cold.

Also, in ancient times, there were two moons in the sky, and this had a significant impact on the length of days and nights. The shorter days and longer nights were since the two moons rotated around the Earth at different speeds. This made it difficult for people to complete their work during the day, as they had less daylight to work with. One person who was particularly affected by this was Parshuram. One day, Parshuram became frustrated with the short days and decided to take matters into his own hands. In a fit of anger, he decided to destroy one of the moons in the sky. With his divine axe, he slashed at the moon, causing it to shatter into a million pieces. The impact of this act was felt throughout the world. The destruction of one of the moons had a significant impact on the Earth. The days became longer and the nights shorter, providing more time for people to work and complete their tasks during the day.

This change was welcomed by many, and Parshuram was praised for his actions. However, there were also some who feared the power of Parshuram, and they began to see him as a threat. Despite the fears of some, Parshuram continued to be a beloved figure in Indian mythology. He was known for his strength, his wisdom, and his unflinching devotion to justice. He continued to use his divine axe to fight against evil and to protect the innocent. His legacy lived on for centuries, inspiring generations of warriors and leaders to come.

The story of Parshuram and his powerful axe Parsu had a profound impact on the three Yodhas who were listening with rapt attention. As the tale came to an end, Veer was filled with an uncontainable excitement. It was at that moment that he realized the kind of weapon he had and its potential. Veer raised his Parsu high in the air and made a vow to himself, "No matter the cost, I will become a Maharathi one day." His eyes shone with a fierce determination as he envisioned himself wielding his weapon with as much skill and power as Parshuram did. His companions looked on with admiration at Veer's determination, for they knew that he possessed a rare quality of unyielding dedication and focus that would see him through any challenge. With each passing moment, they were filled with the belief that Veer had the potential to achieve greatness and become a legendary warrior like Parshuram.