trails of fire : to find my destiny

Darkness. Cold and vast. A void without sound or sensation.

Dhruv Sharma, who had once thought his journey ended in tragedy, found himself enveloped in an abyss where neither time nor space seemed to exist. His last memories were of the divine figures—the Tridev—speaking of his destiny. And then, nothingness.

But suddenly, a warmth surrounded him, a sensation unfamiliar yet comforting. A divine presence embraced him, pulling him from the void. Light flooded his senses, and for the first time since his fall, he felt alive again.

Cries filled the air. His own cries.

"It's a boy!" a voice exclaimed in joy. "A strong, healthy son!"

Dhruv—or rather, the newborn Aryan Dev—had been reborn into the world. As his tiny body was cradled in gentle hands, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. The world had not abandoned him; it had simply given him a new beginning.

The noble house of Dev, one of the most prestigious families in the land, had gained a new heir. His father, Lord Surya Dev, held him with pride, while his mother, Lady Anaya, wept tears of happiness. Around them, noble elders and devoted servants rejoiced, for the birth of a child in the Dev family was always a grand event.

Yet, only Aryan knew the truth. His soul was that of Dhruv, infused with divine purpose.

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Years Passed...

From the moment Aryan began to understand speech, he realized that his memories had remained intact. Unlike ordinary children, his thoughts were filled with the knowledge of his past life. He remembered the trials he had endured, the conversations with the gods, and the mission he had been given.

Despite his small body, his mind was sharp, absorbing information like a sponge. His intelligence astounded his family. By the time he was four, he could recite ancient scriptures that even scholars found difficult. His father, a proud and wise noble, often watched his son with admiration and curiosity.

"Aryan, how do you know so much at such a young age?" his father once asked, sitting beside him in the grand library.

Aryan, choosing his words carefully, replied, "Father, I listen well. The world speaks, and I only absorb its lessons."

His father laughed. "A philosopher already? You truly are remarkable."

His siblings adored him. His eldest brother, Viraj, trained him in basic swordplay, despite Aryan's small hands struggling to grip the weapon. His elder sister, Rhea, taught him about diplomacy and courtly etiquette, shaping his understanding of noble duties. Their love and guidance shaped him, preparing him for the path that awaited him.

Yet, deep inside, Aryan knew he was different. He could feel the divine energy within him, locked away, waiting to awaken.

One night, as he lay in bed gazing at the moonlit sky, he whispered, "What is my purpose here? Tridev, when will you call upon me?"

No answer came, but he knew his time would come.

For this was only the beginning.