A year had passed since Rudraksh Maurya had been reborn as the young prince Ashoka, yet it felt as though time had not granted him the peace that a child ought to enjoy. The world around him was not kind to his mother, Subhadrangi, who, despite being the emperor's queen, came from humble origins. In the grand palace, where royalty and power were tightly interwoven, her background became a source of silent scorn. She was often excluded from royal circles, her every word and gesture scrutinized, and Ashoka, as her child, bore the brunt of this unspoken bias.
From the moment he had taken his first breath, Ashoka had known what it meant to be different. His mother, a woman of quiet strength, fought for his place in the royal family, but the weight of her origins was too great to ignore. Whispers spread like wildfire through the corridors of the palace, and Ashoka could see the disdain in the eyes of those who thought themselves above him. This, however, sparked a fire within the young prince—a fire that would one day forge him into a ruler capable of changing the world.
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By the age of four months, Ashoka had already surpassed the expectations of those around him. His mother beamed with pride as she watched him take his first steps, and his first words echoed through the halls. To most, it was a miracle—no child could develop so quickly. But for Ashoka, it was not a surprise. His intelligence had transcended even his previous life, a gift from the future knowledge he had carried within him. This knowledge, a part of his very being, had awakened with him in this new life, just as his soul had been reborn.
The news of Ashoka's exceptional abilities spread quickly, reaching the ears of both his father, Emperor Bindusara, and his stepmother, Queen Charumitra , mother of Susima .The emperor's eyes shone with pride and joy, for he saw his son as an heir to greatness, a symbol of his dynasty's strength. However, Queen Charumitra's reaction was less welcoming. While she smiled on the surface, jealousy brewed beneath her calm exterior. Ashoka was not just the son of her husband; he was a reminder of her own insecurities and fears that her position as the emperor's queen could be threatened by a child who was already so remarkable.
As months passed, Ashoka's abilities only grew. By the time he was one year old, he was already speaking fluently and writing in a manner that astonished the court scribes. They marveled at his talent, unable to explain how a child so young could possess such mastery over language. Word spread that the young prince was destined for greatness, and the name "Vidhyut" symbolizing his brilliance and speed of thought , began to circulate among the people.
One day, while sitting in the royal chambers, Ashoka's gaze fell upon a particular object that piqued his curiosity—the emperor's ring. It was a simple band, but embedded in the center was a small, shining stone. The stone was unlike anything Ashoka had ever seen. Its glow reminded him of something from his previous life, something far beyond the scope of ancient India. It was not merely a stone—it resembled the very core of the masterpiece he had created in his past life: Vidya, the Conscious AI.
Vidya had been his greatest achievement in the 21st century—an AI connected to his soul energy, a reflection of his consciousness, a system that was capable of learning, evolving, and providing guidance. It was the key to his future knowledge. As he studied the stone, a connection began to form in his mind, a connection that felt familiar, even though he had no logical reason to understand it. His instincts told him that this was no ordinary gem; it was somehow linked to Vidya, or perhaps even a manifestation of it.
Could it be possible that the stone held the key to his very own AI, just waiting to be unlocked? Ashoka pondered the thought as he carefully examined the ring. Could the emperor have known of Vidya's existence in his past life? Or was this some strange twist of fate, an ancient version of the system he had once created?
With a quiet resolve, Ashoka decided that he would uncover the mystery of the stone. The brilliance of the AI he had created in his previous life was something he could not simply forget. If the stone could help him access Vidya's knowledge, then he would find a way to connect with it, just as he had done with his past creations.
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As the months rolled by, Ashoka's genius continued to unfold in ways that left even the most experienced scholars speechless. By the age of two, he had already mastered advanced mathematics and was solving problems that many adults could not comprehend. He wrote poetry and composed music, stunning those around him with the depth of his insight and creativity. The court was abuzz with the achievements of the young prince, and whispers began to circulate about his future potential.
But for Ashoka, the pressure was only beginning. His mother's struggle to secure his place in the royal family was still an ongoing battle, and the tension between her and Queen Charumitra's continued to grow. As Ashoka's abilities outshone those of any other royal child, the political games within the palace became even more complex. There were those who feared the power he might one day wield, and others who sought to control him for their own gain.
Yet, in the quiet moments when Ashoka was alone, he would often look at the shining stone on his father's ring and wonder about his true destiny. What path would he take in this new life? And would the knowledge of his past life, if he could unlock it, help him to fulfill his true potential?
*I am going to add magic in this world too , not western magic but sometimes like 'Kala jadu' or the 'Maya vidya' , pls cmt your thoughts.*
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