"Power is not just about strength, but about where you stand in the grand design of the universe."
Bhargav's master finally drifted into sleep after sending a message to the Hind Man. As his consciousness faded, memories of the past resurfaced—memories of his relationship with the Hind Man and the mysterious realm they once explored together.
It was a time of endless wonder, a time when two young boys first encountered each other near a tranquil riverbank. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth, and the river gleamed under the soft glow of the setting sun. One of the boys, a lean yet determined figure, picked up a smooth stone and attempted to throw it across the river. His goal was simple: to make it reach the other side. However, as the stone touched the surface, it sank into the depths without a trace. He sighed in frustration but refused to give up, picking up another stone and repeating the act with the same disappointing result.
As he was about to try again, another boy arrived at the scene. This newcomer observed the first boy's struggle with quiet curiosity. He had a different aura about him—one of calm confidence and quiet wisdom that belied his age. Without a word, he picked up a stone of his own, slightly larger than the ones the first boy had been using. He examined it thoughtfully, feeling its weight in his palm before making his throw.
The stone left his fingers with a graceful arc, its movement seemingly guided by an unseen force. It skimmed the river's surface, creating a delicate ripple before bouncing off the water's tension and reaching the other side with ease. The first boy's eyes widened in astonishment. How had he done that? Was it luck, skill, or something beyond his understanding?
"How did you do that?" the first boy asked, his voice tinged with both awe and curiosity.
The second boy smiled knowingly. "It's not just about strength. It's about understanding the rhythm of the water, the way it flows. The river isn't just an obstacle—it's a part of the journey. If you work with it instead of against it, the results will be different."
The first boy pondered his words, then picked up another stone. He took a deep breath, studying the river's movement before releasing the stone. It skipped once, twice, and then—just when he thought it would sink—it glided to the opposite shore. His face broke into a grin, the thrill of success lighting up his features.
That was the beginning of their bond, forged by curiosity and strengthened by shared wisdom. The riverbank became their meeting place, a silent witness to their growth, challenges, and secrets. Their journey had only just begun, but already, the seeds of destiny were sown, intertwining their fates in ways they had yet to comprehend.
Bhargav's master stirred in his sleep, the past blending with the present. The memory of that fateful meeting with the Hind Man remained vivid, a reminder of the journey that had shaped them both.
Bhargav, still lost in his dream, found himself back in that cherished memory where he and the Hind Man spoke about the mysterious world that lay beyond their reach. Sitting under the vast canopy of stars by the riverbank, their young minds were filled with endless possibilities. They whispered about realms unseen and dimensions yet to be explored, their imaginations painting vivid landscapes of adventure. Even as small boys, they believed they were destined for something greater. With unwavering determination, they made a solemn promise: when the time was right, they would journey through different dimensions and realms together. They knew, even then, that they were not just ordinary children—they were the future, bound by fate and the mysteries that awaited them beyond the veil of their reality.
The boys continued to meet daily at the riverbank, their bond growing stronger with each encounter. One day, as they skipped stones across the shimmering water, they formally introduced themselves. "I'm Ram," Bhargav said with a cheerful grin, unaware of the destiny that awaited him. The other boy, with a calm yet intense gaze, replied, "I'm Thej, from the Sharva tribe." The revelation struck Ram like a bolt of lightning. The Sharva tribe was unlike any other in the known hierarchy. They possessed broken yet formidable powers that defied conventional limits, their abilities burning brightly for a limited time before fading. Ram's eyes glowed like distant stars, filled with wonder and determination. He knew, in that moment, that he wanted to train with Thej. The allure of the Sharva tribe's unique abilities and the mysteries they held was irresistible, and Ram was ready to embark on a path that would change his life forever.
As their friendship blossomed, Ram became increasingly curious about the world beyond their small corner of reality. Thej, being from the Sharva tribe, began to explain the complex hierarchy that governed the realms. At the top stood the Nobles, beings of immense power and influence who dictated the course of history. They were revered and feared, their abilities often unmatched. Below them were the Merchants, masters of trade and manipulation, who controlled the flow of resources and knowledge between realms. Next came the Warriors, fierce combatants who upheld the law and order, serving as both protectors and enforcers. Then there were the Commoners, the backbone of society, whose lives were often dictated by the whims of those above.
Yet, amidst this structured hierarchy, the Sharva tribe stood apart. They did not conform to the rigid system but existed as anomalies with broken powers that could rival even the Nobles, if only for a fleeting moment. Their abilities burned brightly, consuming immense energy, but their potential was limitless within that short span. Ram listened intently, his heart pounding with excitement. The thought of defying the hierarchy, of wielding such immense power even for a moment, fueled his desire to train with Thej. This was the beginning of a journey that would challenge the very fabric of their existence and reshape the destiny of the realms.As Ram and Thej sat by the river, their conversation naturally drifted to the structure of the world they inhabited—a world governed by a rigid hierarchy that shaped destinies and defined power.At the top of this hierarchy were the Nobles. Regal and enigmatic, they wielded influence not just through their unmatched abilities, but also through knowledge and wealth. The Nobles were the architects of the realm's laws and the keepers of ancient secrets. Their powers, refined over generations, were vast and versatile, making them both revered and feared.
Beneath the Nobles were the Merchants, masters of trade and manipulation. Their power lay not in brute strength but in their ability to control resources, information, and alliances. They were the unseen puppeteers who could bend the will of many through mere transactions.
Next came the Warriors, the stalwart defenders and enforcers of the realm. Trained from a young age, their combat prowess was unmatched. With every swing of their blades and every battle they won, they carved their names into history. They lived by a code of honor and discipline, ensuring the realm's stability.At the base of the hierarchy were the Commoners, the lifeblood of the realm. Though often overlooked, their resilience and ingenuity made them indispensable. Farmers, artisans, and laborers, they toiled endlessly, their simple lives often hiding untapped potential.Yet, outside this structured order stood the Sharvas—a tribe unlike any other. Their powers were wild, unpredictable, and broken, surging with intensity for a short span before fading. This fleeting brilliance made them both a marvel and a mystery. Unbound by the traditional hierarchy, the Sharvas lived on the fringes, their existence both feared and misunderstood. To train with a Sharva was to embrace chaos and strength in its purest form.Ram listened intently as Thej explained this intricate system. He marveled at the complexity but found himself drawn most to the Sharvas. Their broken powers, though fleeting, represented freedom from the rigid structure that bound the rest of the realm. It was then that Ram knew—his path would never be ordinary.
At this point in the story, the narrative shifts to explain the complex hierarchy of the mysterious realm for the readers:
Nobles: At the pinnacle of the hierarchy, Nobles are beings of immense power, wealth, and influence. They govern the realms with authority and grace, their abilities often inherited through ancient bloodlines. Known for their strategic minds and mastery over multiple dimensions, Nobles command respect and fear in equal measure.
Merchants: Below the Nobles, Merchants control the flow of resources, artifacts, and knowledge between realms. Their power lies in their trade networks and the secrets they acquire, making them indispensable to the higher and lower ranks alike.
Warriors: The protectors and enforcers of the realm, Warriors are skilled in combat and magic. They serve as the military force for Nobles and Merchants, their loyalty often bought but their strength undeniable.
Commoners: The majority of the population, Commoners live ordinary lives but are the backbone of the realm. Though lacking in power, some possess latent abilities that can be awakened under the right circumstances.
Sharvas: Separate from the hierarchy, the Sharvas are a unique group with broken but powerful abilities that last for a limited time. Feared and respected, they exist on the fringes, bound by their own rules and free from the constraints of the hierarchy. Their powers, though fleeting, are unparalleled, making them wild cards in the grand scheme of the realm.This hierarchy shapes every interaction, conflict, and alliance within the realm, setting the stage for the adventures and challenges that lie ahead for Ram and Thej.As Ram and Thej continued their journey together, they began to unravel the hidden truths of the world around them. Each day brought new challenges and revelations, pushing them further into the depths of the unknown. The mysteries of the Sharva tribe, the ancient conflicts between the hierarchies, and the forgotten secrets buried within the realms all slowly came to light. With every lesson Thej imparted, Ram's determination grew stronger. He was no longer just a boy curious about power—he was on the path to something greater, something that would change the course of history itself.As chaos engulfed the mysterious realm, Bhargav faced a loss that would change him forever—he lost Thej before he had the chance to train with him. Their dreams of exploring different dimensions were shattered in an instant. One moment, they were inseparable, and the next, Thej was gone, leaving Bhargav searching for answers amid the turmoil. The world around him shifted into disorder, demons ravaged the lands, and balance seemed unattainable. Time moved forward, and Bhargav found himself caught in the midst of a battle against monstrous entities, one boy wielded an unfamiliar weapon, his instincts guiding him as he fought for survival. The air crackled with ominous energy, and the realm trembled with unrest. But amidst the destruction, Bhargav sensed something aura unlike any other. It was powerful, familiar, and unmistakably Thej's. His heart pounded with newfound determination as he followed the presence, hoping to reunite with his lost friend. His journey led him to the Solar Realm—a place bathed in celestial light, where divine energy pulsed through every atom of existence. The moment he stepped into this realm, the aura grew stronger, guiding him forward. Bhargav called out, his voice echoing through the vast expanse, but silence answered him. The presence flickered, unstable yet undeniably real. He knew Thej was here, somewhere, just beyond his grasp.Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the aura faded, slipping away like a dream upon waking. Bhargav pushed forward, but no trace of Thej remained. Frustration burned within him, but before he could take another step, the world around him dissolved into darkness. Bhargav woke up with a start, his body drenched in sweat. Morning light streamed through the window, grounding him back to reality. It had all felt so real—too real to be just a dream.
[End of Chapter 59]