As Aryan grew older, his abilities became more apparent. At the age of five, he exhibited reflexes beyond normal human capability. A falling vase that should have shattered was caught mid-air with effortless precision. His strength, too, began to manifest subtly—lifting objects that even some adults struggled with.
The whispers among the household began. "The young master is extraordinary," they murmured.
Lord Surya Dev observed his son with growing intrigue. One day, he decided to test Aryan's limits. "Come, Aryan," he called, leading him to the training grounds. "Let's see how strong you truly are."
Aryan, eager but composed, nodded. What followed shocked not only his father but also the finest warriors in the estate. Every challenge thrown his way, Aryan tackled with ease. Whether it was strength, agility, or even tactical thinking, he excelled beyond measure.
"This child is no ordinary noble," Lord Surya Dev thought. "He is destined for something far greater."
One evening, Aryan sat alone in the temple courtyard, meditating. The world around him faded, replaced by an endless sky filled with golden light. Before him stood three luminous figures—Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva.
"Aryan Dev," Lord Shiva's voice resonated. "The time for your awakening approaches. You have been chosen to wield divine powers beyond mortal comprehension."
Aryan, kneeling, felt an indescribable energy surge through him. "What must I do, my lords?" he asked.
Lord Vishnu spoke next. "You will soon face your first trial, one that will define your path. Trust in yourself and in the power we have bestowed upon you."
With that, the vision faded, leaving Aryan breathless. He knew his destiny was beginning to unfold.
His body burned with divine energy, and he realized that his senses had heightened. He could hear the whispers of the wind, sense the movement of every living being around him. Even the flow of energy within the temple's sacred grounds was perceptible.
In the following days, Aryan's powers grew stronger. He no longer felt exhaustion from training. His mind worked at speeds beyond human comprehension. His father, who once tested him out of curiosity, now regarded him with cautious admiration.
Rumors of his abilities began spreading beyond the estate. Other noble families took notice. Some whispered of a divine blessing, while others saw him as a potential threat to the balance of power.
One day, a mysterious figure arrived at the Dev household. Cloaked in dark robes, the man claimed to be a traveling scholar, yet his aura felt off. When Aryan met his gaze, he felt the presence of something malevolent. A battle of will ensued, as the stranger's dark energy clashed with Aryan's divine essence.
Aryan stood firm, unshaken. "Who are you?" he demanded.
The stranger smirked. "A mere observer," he said before vanishing into thin air.
That night, Aryan sat alone, deep in thought. He had seen his first true glimpse of the darkness lurking in the world. The vision of the gods, the warning of an upcoming trial—it was all falling into place.
"I must be ready," Aryan whispered to himself. "For the real challenges have only just begun."