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It's raining, like it always is when I am upset. As to why I am upset its because today is the day when twelwe years ago my mom, Chitra singh, was murdered.

My mom, let me tell you she was a person who didn't have a single bad bone in her body. My mom and I lived with the Grand Circus, our home, along with half a dozen of my uncles and grandpa Hari.

You might be thinking who I am, I am Nakshatra Bhardwaj, former Showstopper, crime fighter, honorary Inspector of Police and adopted son of Mr. Amit bhardwaj, Commissioner of Police.

As far as I remember, my mom was a trapeze artist, or shall I say The trapeze artist at the circus, and was loved by all of our family; for that is what we were. All was going great but one day...

flashback 14 years back... Summer 2002

"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, Kids and Elders all, residents of Mathura, to the Grand Evening Show at The Grand Circus. Let me introduce you all to the Dashing Runner PAWAN, the Deadly Sharpshooters BILAL and ARJUN, the Strongman ATLAS, Ringmaster PASHUPATI, AND The Flying Fox CHHHIIITTTRRAAAA SINGH."

The Commentator Hari began, while also keeping an eye on the youngest human member of the family, that was the Grand Circus, Nakshtra, the son of Chitra, and the heart of their family. He was a mere babe of six months when Chitra found him five years ago, on her way back from the nearby river to the campsite of the Circus.

The boy had shining onyx eyes and jet black hair, along with a cute smile and almond skin. From that first sight Chitra had been taken with the babe and took him as her own. When Hari had asked about him Chitra had told him everything along with her desire to adopt the baby. They had done so and named him as Nakshtra Singh.

He was an extraordinary child, in that, he started talking clearly and walking when almost one and a half year old.

And the second thing that baffled most of them was that, sometimes it seemed like he could understand the animals and birds. His best friend was Timir, the tiger cub; when one was around other wouldn't be far.

The most interesting thing about Nakshtra though was, that not only humans in the Circus but also the animals were all very protective of him.

His gaze fell at the show going below them. It was magnificent; Pawan running along, over and weaving in the assembled crowd all the while throwing pebbles in the air which got shot by Bilal.

Atlas was showing his strength by pulling a trolly with Gajaraj the Elephant on it. Chitra was swinging from one rope to another so effortlessly and gracefully, it looked like she was flying.

Hari proudly beamed at the scene, and announced further,"And dear spectators lets not forget about the magnificent master of martial arts SANGRAM, the Mysterious CHARU, and our very own the CLOWN."

And thus the rest of the family joined together to complement the forecomers and create a truly magical show. Hari wrenched his attention to the child only to find him gone.

Panic rose in his heart and frantically he started to search for him in the box but when he found him he panicked even more because the boy was standing on a rope and looking towards his mother, "Chitra is going to kill me" was his thought. suddenly the boy jumped. Time seemed to stand still as slowly the kid fell and he heard someone shreik loudly and realized it was himself.

All the audience's attention diverted to Nakshatra and seemingly out of nowhere there was a rope and the boy extended one chubby little hand and grasped it turning his direction towards Chitra, who while in shock herself caught him purely on instinct and with a short swing both were in commentator's box.

"What in the name of Durga just happened? Hari you were supposed to keep an eye on him." Exploded mount Chitra, "how did he get to the rope in first place?" Hari did the logical thing and asked Nakshatra.

The kid simply shrugged and said, "I was getting bored to bits here, and don't forget you are training me." Although the logic was sound Chitra thundered, "there is a difference between training with net and swninging without one, and don't forget you have not completed the training yet."

''You are grounded until you learn the value of patience." She finished.

Turning to hari she said, "keep a hold on him." And then jumped back to the show. After this small snag the show kept going on.

Nakshatra was sulking sitting on hari's lap. The boy was getting anxious to show how far he had reached with his training. But all the circus members felt he was not ready and how could he?

He was only five years old.

MEANWHILE...

In a place high above the Himalayas in the sky, there was a floating mountain on top of the mountain there were two beings sitting. One was male, his skin the color of snow. His throat bright blue and he had three eyes two glowing purple while the third situated on his forehead was closed.

He was wearing a lion pelt as a cloak on his masculine torso and elephant skin as pants.

He had a great cobra coiled around his neck, 'the time approaches dear.' he told his companion, who was a female of immense beauty, she had tanned almost bronze skin and her body was delicate looking but shimmered with innate power, she too had three eyes but hers were dark black so black that they seemed like sucking all the light in them.

"So he should get the sword." It was a statement to which the male nodded and said

"Yes Chandika! he should." Chandika as she was identified was also known as Durga, Goddess of war, forests, Power and fighting skills. She sighed and turned to her companion, "then you will make sure he is trained, won't you, Shiva?"

Shiva, the Destroyer and Lord of Time, The Mahaakaal, King of Rudras; smiled and nodded, "as you wish Devi." And Lady Durga vanished.

At the same time.

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a/n hi guys this is my first attempt at writing so please no flames. and I'd like to have some constructive suggestions and questioning. I have a long story planned but am posting as I write so grammatical errors and irregular updates should expected. P.s. - the story is about Indian mythology in percy jackson universe so please bear with it.