Chapter 1: A sight of Destiny.

Reincarnated army

Reincarnation. What is reincarnation? It is not as complicated as it seems to be. The basic definition would be to be born again. This might be it, isn’t it?

But it isn’t. People find this topic to be a philosophical interest. But according to Hinduism, a soul (or atma) after the death of the host or the biological body (jaivik shareer) begins a new life in a new biological body that could not be specifically a human body. It would depend on the action and deeds which will decide the form of incarnation. You could be anything, from germ in your hand to anything as big as the whale itself, or you could attain a spiritual form which has further divisions.

And, according to Buddhists it is ‘Samsara’ which is a continuous cycle of life, death and rebirth.

While there many religions which do deny the theory of reincarnation.

But there were people, who were encountered with the memories of their past lives.

You know, it is complicated. We can’t tell for sure if we, ourselves are reincarnated or not just because we aren’t able to remember the deeds we did.

PROLOGUE

There are some people calling out for him, they need help, what can he do, what can they do. They look different but they are humans, they don’t look similar to us, it feels like we are looking at the past. A history, a historic period.

He sees people mourning over dead, pools of blood and many dead bodies lying in front of his eyes. Himself wielding weaponries, trying his best to help the helpless.

But how do they know him? That might not be his name but, why it feels like they are related to him somehow? Is it his bonds of past or it is nothing, just some nightmare.

These are the question our protagonist is facing himself now. These are dreams that our protagonist sees. This is what happen to him regularly.

Visions, hallucination, or nightmare, it is usual for him to go through these. As if he loses his body and wander off to someplace nobody knows.

There are many questions, to be answered, aren’t there? Let’s see how this story unfolds. Expect the unexpected.

Chapter 1: A sight of destiny

Reincarnation is the process where a being or creature is born again with its memories of its last birth.

• At the Battlefield.

“Are you alright?” the shiver was clearly heard in the voice. It trembled with fear, yet it inquired, about the state of my well-being. My heart swelled with gratitude. This question provided a semblance of comfort, between the lifeless bodies that were once my own, a family. The land was now covered with their flesh and blood ponds were formed, the air around us tainted crimson hue, as the motes of blood were drifted in this warmed up gale. This haunting sight is imprinted in my mind for the very end of my life. I can never forget, or rather, I refuse to allow myself to forget, the sacrifices, the battle, and the loss. But now if I do stop here, will this end up as we wanted? As we hoped? He still stands. Who should be at his knees. How could I possibly surrender, I can not allow myself to falter, to give it all up at this very place. After knowing every sacrifice will be in vain.

Throughout the course of this journey, I encountered several individuals who entrusted me with their life & were more than happy to willingly risk their life to aid. However, the pathetic state I’m in would never satisfy them. The loss of countless friends, allies & loved ones… Is this the victory we strived for? We desired?

I was deeply emerged in myself, questioning, and attempting to find a logical answer that would be the reason for me to stand up and fight for the cause once again. However, in this vulnerable state, I could easily be attacked. And alas! it did happen, I was targeted with an arrow, that was piercing apart the mist of crimson blood, adding to the chaos that surround me. Helplessly immobilized, is this the end for me, my journey, & the adventure. Would I meet my demise today, or a miracle somehow could save me altering my fate. How disheartening! to witness the very person who had encouraged every soul in this battlefield to fight, is facing his death upfront, by taking the arrow onto his head. Yet, between this grim situation, a sense of bitter irony overcame me. I laughed, however the resentment tinged over the laugh. With closed eyes, I embraced my uncontrollable fate, refusing to meet death with shame in my eyes for having surrendered. I accepted what came to me.

As the arrow was about to pierce my head and shatter my skull splattering the blood over others around me, it was at that spec of moment, Mahi, completely covered by the mist, made her dusky skin completely brown. She was sweating. Her face shows the determination she carried. Her ebony braided hairs took up even a darker shade of black. She interfered and changed the trajectory of the arrow, by redirecting it to the ground with precise and swift actions, she deflected the blood thirsty weapon. She was, who asked the question. She averted the harm and further consequences which would have made a drastic change in the occurrence. As it seems, her intervention saved me, it proved that my bonds and lives which I was entrusted with, were not as helpless or ever forsaken, however yet I should walk ahead to the glory. I was never on my knees. Her intervention became the spark, reigniting the fire within myself. At this moment, this very moment I can only think about whom I lost and what I gained. And what is left for me to walk ahead. This path I choose to walk will determine what awaits.

Engulfed by these thoughts and immobilized. Foes have a certain target, there comes a slash of a sword to my neck. Aiming to sever my head, making his master a victor. I refuse, I can not allow myself to fall in demise, in this terrain. My spirit remains unyielding, as now I know what the true victory is. I can see them. I can now sense them. I feel what they desire. It is the freedom. Every death and sacrificed soul, wants freedom. If I could any how preserve their dream I will win. Protecting myself is not what it means to win, preserving my life will not make us victorious. But in the triumph of the cause, we fight for.

Suddenly, a mace wielding, colossal figure appears, from the swirling mist of this crimson hue. With every step he would imprint his footstep, carving out the crimson mud. Even the land shivered when moved. Yet he smashed the swordsman head into shreds, with a swing of his mace, when played by him that makes the sound of ocean waves crashing to the shore. The raged warrior chuckled, as he displayed his loyalty and care towards my existence. Mocking me with his words “is that all you’ve got?” With a glare, I took a deep glance to his eyes where I could sense the respect, and profound concern towards my well-being. He analyzed me for a moment and spoke up again with a calm and determined voice “if it’s not, shall we?”. It made me to believe, he has the same fire as I did. He made me speak “let’s move ahead, Vishdhar.” Mahi stood with us, looking at both of us with amazement, and added “We located him.”

I was exhausted, no lifeforce, no energy, even my eyes saw everything fading, my hands were trembling unable to hold onto the grip of my sword, and I was losing my consciousness. The grief I suffered… is undeniably cruel, and now there was nothing I could have done. However, seeing them both, has burnt up a fire. Without their involvement to this tragedy, I would have collapsed to the crimson mud on my chest, facing the ground, over the pool of my own blood. I started to mourn over those I lost. Huh! What a crybaby. How can I accept this pitiful behavior of myself. And wanted to cry more and more until my eyes fell out their socket. However, it wasn’t the right time and not even the utmost correct place. I was back to my senses but still I shivered. My materialistic body chose to be afraid of the haunting sight. I accept, I feared. I was afraid of losing more of my people.

And yet, the flames and thunder within me made me a merciless monster thirsting for blood. I gripped my sword began slashing my foes, any aura that does felt amiss, any soul that strived to spill my blood. With ‘Maya’ I gained over the course, I unleashed devastating attacks, that destroyed them and blasted them off the land. With tears rolling out my eyes, I walked towards the destiny. Clearing the path to march forward to the glory.

After the excruciating pain we have endured, there was no going back. I can’t show my back what was yet to come. Walking over the corpses, with boulders of grief weighing heavily on my shoulders, making it harder for me to move forward. However, it was my fate, my destiny, I cannot escape this truth, nor can I ever run away. It is the very purpose of my existence. From every fiber of my being, I genuinely believe that there is no other way. Facing it head on was the only path to conquer the agony.

I still remember the gust of dust that covered the battlefield, it was scorching, as life turned into dust, and still the warzone faces blasts and flames giving out enough heat to turn this breeze into the scorching gust. The wizards held their state and tried their best protecting us from it. Yet I could feel the sweltering wind.

How I could have blamed anyone else but myself, I played a centric role in creating the mess we were in. If only I have remained oblivious as ever, this would never have taken place in the first place. It would never have happened. No deaths, no losses, no pain.

“It’s not it.” A voice resonated breaking my thoughts, it was Drishti. “You have to stop thinking, as if you were unaware of our circumstances. If you hadn’t interfered, we would have been long gone by now.” It was telepathy. This emphasized my action I took were crucial to our survival. And yet I longed for my previous life, where I could simply sit and play video games. Resting my head on my mother’s lap. However, how could my fate authorize me to think in such a manner? Which made me look like a scum.

I shook my head. I was furious yet I was weeping. I was glad yet I cried. I felt overwhelmed. However, it must end here, on this blood-soaked battlefield. We started moving where Mahi located him, she was leading the path. I slashed every aura, every being, who seem my enemy. With Vishdhar by my side, I held myself together and charged towards the victory.

I sensed presence, this was it, the movement we had all been waiting for. It was right in front of us. I stood face to face with him. His aura felt as dark as it could be, his body appeared strong and muscular, his entirety was black. Even his eyes, they felt like a void, that were trying to draw me in. His black armor shined, with a sword in his hand ready to quarrel at any given second, he spoke “So, you finally made it. I died waiting for you, can’t you see, my beloved.” With a smile on his face.

I was the sole hope for everyone here, who tried to protect my existence, my life, who entrusted their lives to me, who were depended. As I was the weapon, yes me! I cannot deny the fact that I was the only and only one who is capable assassinating him. He was formidable warrior and strategist himself. I cannot defend his action, but as here offense is the best defense.

Every memory floods back, a gush of echoing voices, laughter and mourns. The sight and sensations, births and deaths. As if I was reliving the grand adventure form the very beginning.

Standing in front of me drawing his sword out, his deep voice broke me from the mirage I cultivated “Before we proceed, let me ask you something.” And his question was, “Who are you? Akshar or……. Aksh.”

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