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.
After the shows for the day concluded and Chitraa was free, she took her son to see the sights of mathura as she had promised.
Soon enough they both arrived in the grand temple of Lord Krishna. While standing in the line to enter the central chamber of the temple, Nakshatra felt like someone was watching him.
He looked around and found a sadhu in bright yellow robes beckoning him. As if in trance the boy left his mother and went to the monk.
They walked around the central chamber and entered a secret passageway. And after some long winding staircases and twisting turning passageways, finally they appeared in a great hall.
At first Nakshatra thought there was only the giant statue of Mahishmardini was there but soon he saw another monk there this time he was wearing red robes.
"Come forth, and pray child. For she who is everything will hear and help." The monk commanded. And the boy did as told and bowed.
Suddenly he felt a warmth flow through him like he was being hugged by his mother. Bewildered he looked up and found the statue glowing.
But something else was happening, the sword in one of its hands was vibrating and suddenly, before he could stop himself he extended his hands towards the sword and it came flying in his hands.
Shocked he stood there gaping. Turning to the monk he asked, "w..what is this?" the monk smiled an enigmatic smile, "this is your birthright. When the time is right, you will know when, look for us in the Land of Kings and you will know. For now speak your Name." And the monk disappeared.
He stood there looking at the statue, for how long he didn't know. Then he remembered, 'For now speak your Name' the monk had said he shrugged and said out loud, "My name is NAKSHATRA SINGH."
And promptly found himself with his mother. A feeling of deja vu came over him and he looked at the spot where he saw the monk earlier but found nothing.
Dismissing the memoirs of what happened as his imagination he stuck with his mom.
As the tour of the temple finished the mother and the young boy bought some soveniers for his uncles, aunt and granpa Hari.
Soon it was night and they returned home. After giving the gifts and having a delicious dinner. Nakshatra and his trusty friend Timir the tiger went to sleep. That night scenes and sounds of wars plagued his dreams.
When he woke up in the morning, he wondered if what happened yesterday was all a dream or it really happened.
'Well no time like present', he muttered and thought back about the sword. Amazing as it seemed the sword appeared in his hand and he examined it closely.
The sword was extremely light and it seemed to be made of golden and dark metal. The pommel was designed after some type of bird and the blade was dark with red and golden flames along its spine.
It was wickedly sharp on both sides.
When he squinted he could see the name 'कालाग्नि' incribed on the flat side of the blade right inside the flames.
His mother's voice brought an abrupt end to his reverie, and he sped to the mess tent for breakfast while taking the now awake tiger cub with him.
time skip... summer 2004
It has been two years since he recieved the sword and since then his training and his work ethic astounded his trainers. Where before he was considered as a prodigy, for the last two years he has been nothing but miraculous.
In the short span of two years he had already surpassed his mother in trapeze arts, his uncle pashupati in controlling the animals; though in a large part that could be credited to his beastspeak in that he can definitely understand and speak to the animals.
He is also giving his uncle bilal a run for his money in marksmanship and has learnt many martial arts from sangram while he is learning the basics of illusions and hypnotism from charu.
Secretly he has been practicing with his sword, the only one who knew about his sword is Timir his best friend and ride sometimes.
One thing that he discovered about a year ago was that while he could speak and understand all the animals and birds, he and timir can converse and feel each other mentally too. This fact excited both the tiger and the boy.
After discovering this they started training harder and harder.
One night he was away training with timir when he heard something in the bushes, and suddenly there was a weird creature bursting out of the bushes. The creature had the body of a black sa midnight buffalo and where the head was supposed to be there was the torso of a really buff human and the creature charged the boy. Nakshatra jumped aside to dodge the charge completed a handstand and jumped on Timir's back, who jumped high in sky, from the back of the tiger, the boy jumped in air, drew his sword and in one fluid move decapitated the buffalo-man. The now dead buffalo-man vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a very confused and bewildered pair.
Turning around, the child turned towards the tiger, "I won't tell mom if you do the same." Timir growled playfully and nodded his assent.
And they continued their training together.
And like this sixteen of his years were a
spent in blissful happiness and it was his sixteenth birthday.
By now he had become the heartthrob of the whole Circus sometimes he was allowed to swing around on the trapeze with his mother and father on the shows.
Today he was going to perform his own solo performance as the show stopper.
As the time came he was in the very back of the temporaray dirt road prepared for his very own entrance revving his brand new bike. As soon as he saw the green smoke signal he sped up and entered the staging arena doing a backflip with the bike and then some highspeed turns, twists.
Suddenly Timir jumped down from the announcer's Platform in all his dark glory roaring and crouching on his bike Nakshatra also jumped towards the dark predator.
In front of the stunned crowd he mounted the large feline. And together they ran the obstacle course while many clay pigeons were thrown in air randomly, Nakshatra made short work of them using plethora of weapons on his person.
Just as they were nearing the Final hurdle the young man threw a rope which got caught on the high trapeze over head and the boy swung around going a full circle around, then came the roar again and the boy let go of the rope and flew straight for a strange catapult which caught his fall and changed his direction towards a block of bricks which the jumping boy broke in one fluid move.
The Boy Wonder landed on a platform setting off fireworks everywhere and did a bow and the crowd went mad applausing the young man who didn't even break sweat.
"Well that went better than we thought it would and we are sure to be house full tonight!!!" Exclaimed Hari and the words proved to be prophetic.
That evening and long into the night four shows were staged and all was well in the circus.
So passed a year and the Grand circus became grander even.
But one night, Nakshatra, who was coming back from a nearby Creek somewhere in the woods saw red fiery glow from the direction of the Circus, and rode his trusty tiger.
Arriving at the sight he was that the tent was on fire...
a/n -- guys sorry, for the loooong wait .There were some issues as life does.
p.s - I will not abandon it. I have thought out the story that is going to be at least 300k words. but It is not written yet.
p.s.s.- plz plz review
