In the Seraphine Kingdom, a place that had evolved over the centuries from a super tribe into a thriving kingdom, the ancient tree houses had been replaced with grand palaces fit for royalty. Among them was the palace of Savitri Seraphine, who, though weary from giving birth to triplets, had been stirred by the commotion around her and had managed to sit up despite her exhaustion.
The guards, sensing her distress, swiftly removed the body of the old maid, carrying it out to keep the room calm. Watching the scene, a chill ran through Savitri as she recalled Shiva's dark prophecy that her children would bring ruin to the world. But she quickly dismissed his words, casting aside any trace of doubt.
"Bring my children to me!" she commanded. Her voice held strength, and the three maids hurried forward, gently placing each child in her arms. Savitri looked down at each of her newborns with a soft, unwavering gaze. As she touched each of their tiny foreheads, her thoughts turned to her mentor.
"I am Parshuram's disciple," she murmured to herself, recalling his teachings. "He always taught me that with proper guidance and education, even the greatest evils can become saints."
Determination filled her heart as she resolved to prove Shiva's prophecy wrong. A small, yet defiant smile spread across her face. "I won't let you become monsters," she whispered to her children, her voice full of hope and resolve. "I'll show that deity that his words may yet be proven wrong."
With a deep breath, she looked at her children with a newfound resolve. "Now," she said softly, "it's time to give you each a name."
She turned to her first child, noticing his unusual blue hair and striking red, snake-like eyes. "Your look reminds me of the wolfman stories from my childhood," she murmured thoughtfully. "Your name will be Lycaon." Her voice carried a hint of nostalgia as she made her choice.
Then, her gaze softened as she looked at her second child—the most charming of the three, with snowy white hair and a serene face. "And you," she chuckled, "you'll be a real heartbreaker someday. I'll name you Cain, a name as handsome as you are!"
Finally, she turned to her youngest, her expression shifting as she took in his son's unique appearance: black hair, red pupils with intricate rings, and an ominous aura that seemed to pulse around her. "You're different… so unique," she mused softly. "I'll name you Aurora."
Having named her children, Savitri felt a swell of pride. She turned to the maids with newfound energy. "Go and prepare a festival. This is a blessed day! Distribute food to the poor, lower the taxes by ten percent, and start building churches across the kingdom!"
The head maid hesitated, then asked, "Churches, my lady? But in whose name?"
Savitri's eyes sparkled with resolve as she rose from the bed. "In my name," she declared firmly. "From now on, I will be this kingdom's goddess. I'll ensure my people prosper and live happily—it is my duty."
With a steady, fiery gaze, she spoke with conviction, "From this day forward, I vow, as long as I am alive, no one will suffer. I'll be the goddess of humanity ."
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In a remote area within Seraphine's kingdom, there lay a vast forest. Since this was the beginning of the early kingdom era, much of the land was still wild and untouched, with many regions left undeveloped and covered in thick forests.
Deep within one of these forests lived several tribes, groups that did not consider themselves part of Seraphine's kingdom, instead living freely and independently. Among these, the most powerful tribe was the Vanara Tribe. In this age, the ancestors of barbarians, the Vanara people, were part-human and part-monkey in appearance. They had faces resembling monkeys, long tails, and sparse hair covering their bodies. Although they walked on two legs like humans, their appearance was undeniably primal.
At the head of the Vanara Tribe was a strong, wise monkey-man named Kesari, and his wife, Anjani, who was now carrying their first child, although only in the early stages of pregnancy.
That night, Anjani rested peacefully in their simple treehouse, lying on a bed woven from grass and wood. In her deep sleep, she was unaware of the cosmic forces about to change her life. Suddenly, a powerful surge of cosmic energy descended from above and struck her directly, focusing its immense power on her belly, where it was absorbed almost instantly.
The sudden energy shocked her awake. Anjani's eyes flew open as intense pain flooded her body. She screamed as waves of agony wracked her frame, her hands gripping her bed tightly. In moments, her belly began to swell, growing so rapidly it was as though months of pregnancy passed in just seconds. In the blink of an eye, she appeared as if she were already nine months pregnant, the cosmic energy taking root within her in an instant.
Hearing Anjani's screams, many tribe members hurried toward her room, including Kesari, who had been in a meeting. The sight that met their eyes left everyone shocked. Anjani's rapid, unnatural pregnancy had transformed her appearance in a matter of moments.
"Someone call the governess!" Kesari shouted in their native tongue, a language unique to the tribe. To any outsider, his words would have been incomprehensible, but to his people, they understood perfectly. At his command, several maids rushed to fetch the governess, who soon arrived with a few other female attendants. She entered Anjani's room, while the others were asked to wait outside.
Everyone waited anxiously, hearing the fading sounds of Anjani's screams. The uncertainty gripped their hearts, leaving each moment feeling stretched and intense. Eventually, the screams ceased altogether. Just as they began to worry, the governess stepped outside, a broad smile on her face.
"Congratulations, Patriarch," she announced, "your wife has given birth to a son!" Her joyful expression was infectious, and a wave of happiness rippled through the gathered crowd, lifting the tension. Kesari's eyes sparkled as he hurried inside, eager to see his wife and newborn.
Inside, he found Anjani lying in bed, exhausted but unharmed. She was breathing heavily, recovering from the ordeal, but relief washed over her face as she gazed lovingly at her child. Next to her lay their son, a small bundle with a monkey-like face, a tail, and a largely human body. His black hair and golden-brown eyes gleamed with a serene, almost divine aura.
However, the sight of his son's black hair puzzled Kesari, as it was the first time he'd seen this trait in a child from their tribe. Turning to the guards, he ordered with curiosity, "Bring the old sage here!"
Kesari was referring to his trusted adviser, an elderly sage known for walking on both wisdom and time path. This adviser, a man nearing ninety, had spent years honing his skills with essence stones, Although he didn't get much rare ones but he refines some essence stones by himself to make deductions about someone, While these predictions often turned out to be true, he always spoke in cryptic, poetic language, leaving it to others to interpret his words correctly.
Soon, the adviser entered the room, his frail body moving with a slow but steady purpose. His face was lined with deep wrinkles, evidence of his long life, and his expression was one of quiet focus. Without a word, he approached Kesari's newborn son, knelt down, and gently placed his hand on the child's forehead. He then activated five essence stone in his body at once.
As the adviser activated the stones, his eyes suddenly opened wide, glowing with a mysterious white light. A soft hum filled the room, and then, as if guided by the power of the stones, he began to speak in a low, resonant voice.
"UGRAMA, ASAMA SHOURYA BHAAVA"
(He Is Strong, Without An Equal In The Ability To Fight)
"RUDRAMA, NAVA BHEETHIRMA"
(His Anger Will Cause New Fears In His Foes)
"DHIVARA, PRASARA SHOURYA BHAARA"
(The Brave And Preserving One, Your Braving Taking You Forward In Life)
"UTHSARA, STHIRA GAMBHEERA"
(Leaping Higher You Are Firm, Stable And Seriously Determined)