An ordinary man.....an ordinary life.... but a legacy hidden from the world.
Shivansh has always believed he was just a normal person.But every time something strange happened around him, a whisper hinted there was something different about him.
One day, when he picked up a sword without any training,his hands moved on their own as If an unseen force had taken control of his body. That day,for the first time, a question echoed in his mind.
"Who am I?"
The morning was just like any other.
Shivansh streched lazily,got up, and stepped out into the familiar streets of his neighbourhood, people greeted him with nods and smiles,
And the kids, oh, they adored him.
He teased them,pulled playful pranks, and laughed along with their innocent giggles.
But then.... the world changed in an instant.
A deafening rumble shook the ground beneath his feet. Windows shattered,walls cracked, and screams filled the air. An earthquake, fierce and unforgiving , struck with terrifying force.
Panic spread like wildfire. People ran aimlessly, desperate to find safety.
Amidst the chaos, Shivansh's eyes locked onto something that froze his blood.
A massive chunk of an old building had broken loose. It plummeted towards the very children he had been joking with just moments ago.
Time seemed to slow.
Shivansh didn't think - his body simply moved. He sprinted forward, his heart pounding in his chest.
The terrified screams of the children rang in his ears as the enormous debris came crashing down.
And then
BAM!
Shivansh's fist met the falling rubble with an earth-shattering impact. A powerful shockwave erupted from the collision,sending dust and shattered pieces flying in every direction.
Silence.
All eyes widened in disbelief. The ground, which had moments ago trembled with the force of nature, now stood still.
The children stared at him, their little faces filled with awe. The onlookers whispered among themselves, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
But the most shocked of all..
was Shivansh himself.
His hands trembled as he looked at them. His breath came in ragged gasps.
"How..... How did I just do that ?"
But then, a grin spread his face. The fear, the confusion— all of it could wait. Because the kids were safe. That was all that mattered.
Dusting off his hands, he turned to the children and smirked.
"You should all drink milk and eat dry fruits like me!"
And just like that, the tension broke. The kids giggled, the fear melted away, and for now .... everything felt normal again.
But deep inside, Shivansh knew— nothing would ever be the same again.
After everything that had happened.
Shivansh simply continued on his way, trying to brush off the strange incident as if it were nothing.
But someone had been watching.
Someone who had waited for centuries.
A presence hidden in the shadows, observing every moment, every movement.
And when that earthquake struck — when Shivansh shattered the falling debris with a single punch, that presence took notice.
Yet even now it was not satisfied. A simple display of strength wasn't enough. A true heir had to be tested.
And so, the trials began.
Because the one watching wasn't just an ordinary observer.
He was a guardian of an ancient legacy,
a keeper of powers that belonged to only one rightful successor.
And he waited far too long to hand them over to the right person .
That night , as Shivansh slept, he found himself in a vivid dream.
A figure appeared before him, an immortal yogi, radiating an ancient aura. The yogi's eyes seemed to pierce through time itself.
Without uttering a word, the yogi revealed glimpses of a profound truth, images and sensations that felt both foreign and familiar.
Shivansh's eyes snapped open.
He sat up abruptly, his heart pounding.
Morning light filtered through the curtains,but his mind was still shrouded in the remmants of the dream.
"What was that?" He whispered to himself.
" Who was he? And why did it feel so real?"
Rising from his bed he splashed cold water on his face, hoping to wash away the lingering unease.
"Maybe, it was just a dream."he muttered,trying to convince himself. But deep down, he felt a pull - a connection to something greater.
As he dressed, his thoughts raced.
"Why did he come to me? Is there something I'm missing about myself?"
He paused, staring at his reflection.
"Could it be... that there's more to my past than I know?"
The question swirled in his mind, unanswered but insistent.
Little did he know, this was just the beginning of his journey into the unknown.
Scene: The Second Dream— A Test of Mind and Heart.
Shivansh once again finds himself in a vast, mist-covered space. The air feels heavy, charged with something ancient. Before him stands the immortal yogi, his eyes deep as the universe itself..
Yogi(calmly), "You have proven your strength, child. But power without wisdom is destruction. Tonight, your mind and heart shall be tested"
Shivansh, still unsure whether this was reality or just another dream, nods cautiously. The yogi raised his hand, and suddenly, golden letters begin forming in the air, creating an ancient question.
"From the depths of the Vedas, answer this..
What is the greatest wealth a man can posses, greater than gold, land, or power?"
Shivansh furrows his brows. He had heard something like this before. After a moment, he speaks.
"Gyaan—knowledgge. Because wealth can be stolen power can be lost but knowledge stays with you forever."
The yogi's eyes gleam with approval. The golden letters dissolve into thin air.
"You have answered well. But wisdom alone is not enough. Now, your heart shall be tested."
The space around them shifts, and suddenly, Shivansh sees two people standing in front of a collapsing wall— one is a child, the other is an old man. The ground beneath them begins to crumble.
"You can only save one. Who will it be?"
Shivansh's breath gets hectic. He looks between the two. The child has his whole life ahead of him, but the old man had lived through ages of experience. Who deserved to be saved more?
He clenches his fists. No. This isn't about choosing who is worth more...
He takes a deep breath and says,"I refuse to choose. I will find a way to save them both."
The collapsing illusion disappears. The yogi smiles, nodding approvingly.
"You choosen a path of dharma. A true leader never abandons those in need."
Shivansh lets out a breath of releif. He had passed.
The Mystery Deepens!
Just as he prepares to ask the one question that has been burning in his mind, he looks at the yogi and asks.
"Who are you?Why do you appear in my dream? What do you want from me?"
The yogi's face remains calm, but before he could speak, A sudden force pulls Shivansh backward. His eyes snap open.
He is back in his room. The dream has ended again. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, he whispers to himself.
"This wasn't just a dream. It was real. But who is he? And why is he testing me?"
Little did he know, the answer he sought would come sooner than he expected.....