Forgot gods and goddessess (Mahabharata fanfic)

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In the vast tapestry of the cosmos, where divine forces weave the destinies of mortals, a delicate balance governs the universe. Yet, in the tumultuous cycles of time, chaos often reigns, leading to imbalances that threaten the very fabric of existence. It was in such a time, during the age of Kali Yuga, that four divine beings were born from the essence of the primordial deities—the Devis Budhl-Padma and Ashvi-Aparuja, and the Davas Aja-akshar and Ananta-hara, the daughters of Goddesses Saraswati, Lakshmi, and Parvati, and the sons of Gods Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. They were destined to embody the cornerstones of balance and harmony, older siblings to Lord Kartikeya, Lord Ganesh, Ashoka Sundari, Manasa, Ayyappan, and Jyoti.

But the curse of Rishi Durvasa, a twist of fate born from cosmic discord, shrouded their identities in obscurity. Cursed months before Devi Sati's mortification, they were decreed to be forgotten by history. If they had been remembered, the tragic event might never have taken place, and the balance of the cosmos would have been preserved. Activated during Kali Yuga, the curse dictated that they would be remembered only by the divine, their true powers dormant until the time was ripe for rebirth. Their names—Budhl-Padma, Ashvi-Aparuja, Aja-akshar, and Ananta-hara—would echo through the ages, destined to reshape the very foundations of dharma.

In a celestial garden, Saraswati gathered her daughters, the Devis Budhl-Padma and Ashvi-Aparuja, under a canopy of blooming lotuses. "You are my legacy, my dear ones," she said, her voice melodic and profound. "Your wisdom will guide the world when the time comes."

"We will remember, Mother," Budhl-Padma replied, her eyes reflecting the shimmering waters of knowledge. "Even if we are lost to time, your teachings will live on within us."

"And we shall awaken when the world needs us most," Ashvi-Aparuja added, her spirit igniting with purpose.

Meanwhile, in the celestial realm, Brahma watched over his sons, the Davas Aja-akshar and Ananta-hara, with a proud smile. "You are destined for greatness, my sons. Strength and compassion are your gifts to the world," he said, his voice resonating with authority.

"We will honor your teachings, Father," Aja-akshar declared. "Strength will guide us, and we shall protect the balance."

"And love will be our greatest weapon," Ananta-hara chimed in, his demeanor serene. "Compassion can conquer the darkest of paths."

From the shadows, Lakshmi approached, her aura radiant. "Remember, my daughters, you are the embodiment of abundance and prosperity," she said, her voice warm. "Your hearts will draw others toward the light."

"We will use our gifts wisely, Mother," Ashvi-Aparuja promised, her resolve solidifying. "Justice will flow from our actions."

"And knowledge shall illuminate our way," Budhl-Padma added, her spirit unwavering.

In a nearby grove, Parvati observed, her presence both fierce and nurturing. "You are destined to forge new paths, my children," she spoke softly. "Embrace your strength and your compassion; they will lead you to your true purpose."

"Before Mahashakti became Sati, we were born," Budhl-Padma reflected, "and now we must reclaim our identities."

As the wheel of time turned, the world prepared to enter Dwapara Yuga, where the ancient stories of valor and virtue would once again unfold. Unbeknownst to the mortals, the four divine beings, now reborn, would rise to guide, protect, and challenge the notions of righteousness, weaving their destinies into the lives of mortals.

"We may not remember, but our purpose will awaken," Budhl-Padma murmured as she gazed into the stars, a sense of familiarity stirring within her.

"The stories of old still echo in the fabric of time," Ashvi-Aparuja responded, her voice filled with hope. "We shall weave a new tale, one where dharma prevails."

As Budhl-Padma embodies Knowledge and Insight, Ashvi-Aparuja stands for Justice and Wisdom, Aja-akshar represents Strength and Honor, and Ananta-hara channels Compassion and Peace, their united presence signals a new dawn—a chance to restore balance and redefine dharma.

"Together, we are unstoppable," Aja-akshar said, his voice firm.

"Let us remember that the bonds we share are unbreakable," Ananta-hara added, a serene smile crossing his lips.

But the threads of fate are often tangled, and as these divine beings navigate the complex web of relationships and loyalties, they must confront not only the external forces of darkness but also the inner struggles of identity, duty, and sacrifice.

Thus begins the saga of the Mahabharata anew, where love and conflict intertwine, and the call of dharma resounds through the ages. As the sun rises on Dwapara Yuga, the divine beings awaken to their purpose, their destinies forever linked to the unfolding tale of courage, betrayal, and the eternal quest for truth.

"This is our story," Budhl-Padma whispered, her heart brimming with resolve.

"And it begins now," Ashvi-Aparuja replied, her spirit ignited with the promise of what was to come.

This is their story.