trails of fire : to find my destiny

As the royal chariot approached the Isht Temple, Aryan's heart pounded with anticipation. The temple stood tall, its golden spires reaching toward the heavens, bathed in the soft morning light. Sacred chants echoed through the air, and the scent of sandalwood and flowers filled his senses. The grand courtyard was alive with the presence of noble families, each arriving with their sons and daughters who, like Aryan, were about to take their first step toward divine power.

The chariot came to a halt, and a palace guard respectfully opened the door. Aryan stepped down, his pristine white sherwani shimmering under the golden rays of the sun. His father, King Surya Dev, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and said, "This is the moment you have been preparing for, my son. Enter with courage, for today the gods shall decide your fate."

Aryan nodded and followed the procession into the temple. The grand hall was adorned with murals depicting celestial battles, gods bestowing their blessings upon warriors, and ancient sages meditating in divine communion. In the center of the hall lay the sacred pond, its crystalline waters shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

One by one, the young heirs of different kingdoms stepped forward, wading into the holy waters. They submerged themselves, emerging cleansed and ready to receive the divine gaze. As Aryan approached the pond, he took a deep breath and stepped into the cool waters. The moment his body was fully submerged, an unexpected warmth spread through him. A vision flashed before his eyes—an endless sky filled with radiant celestial beings, their eyes fixed upon him.

Then, he felt it. A presence—powerful, overwhelming, and unlike anything he had ever known. It was as if the heavens themselves were reaching out to him. A deep, resonant voice echoed in his mind:

"You… are the one I have chosen."

Aryan gasped and broke the surface of the water, his eyes wide with astonishment. As he stepped out of the pond, the temple's torches flickered, and an unnatural wind swirled through the grand hall. The assembled crowd watched in awe as a radiant golden light descended from above, enveloping Aryan in its divine embrace.

A priest, sensing the presence of an extraordinary power, stepped forward and announced, "A great deity has taken an interest in the young prince! Let us witness the gift he shall receive!"

Aryan felt an unseen force lifting him off the ground. The golden light surrounding him intensified, and in that moment, he knew—his journey had truly begun .