Ara
PART 1: The Forgotten Bonds
In a world where nations like India were reduced to myths and legends, the age of Ara was but a shadow of its former glory. Aras — spirit partners, once considered sacred allies to each human — had now been degraded to mere tools for games and entertainment. Only a few remembered their true worth, and even fewer knew how to truly bond with them.
In the crowded city of Kyronis, nestled in the heart of what was once Asia, a girl named Kiya walked unnoticed. No friends, no laughter, only silence trailed behind her steps. People ignored her, but secretly admired her. They followed her in secret groups online, watched her from afar — calling her Shadow Angel. But Kiya herself had no idea.
At school, her presence was like mist — always there but often ignored. She was honest to a fault; a girl who never broke a promise, no matter the cost. A rare purity in a fractured world.
But there was one person who knew everything about her — Kian, better known to the underground world as Dark Knight. Just two months older than her, Kian and Kiya shared a secret language no one else could understand. Their bond had started when they were just six.
They weren’t just friends. They were each other’s truth.
PART 2: The Code Language
Their bond wasn't ordinary. It was forged in trust, silence, and secret games. As children, they’d crafted a language — one that only the two of them knew. Strange words, twisted meanings, emotional pulses hidden in sounds. It was their sanctuary. And they had a reason: this code kept their secrets safe from a world too nosy and too cruel.
One day, Kiya went to watch the Inter-City Ara Games. Kian was playing. She tried to get close, but his friends mocked her. She stood quietly, until one of them made her promise to say a phrase:
"Hoshi mai. Hep to helipa."
She spoke it, not knowing they were recording her. The phrase held no meaning to others, but to the Shadow Knights — Kian’s secret group — it was a code. A heartbeat from the past.
When Kian heard the recording, something inside him shifted. Known for never reacting, for never smiling — he froze, then laughed softly. A sound his team had never heard.
“She’s here,” he said. “Shadow Angel.”
Kian called her, smiling, “Shadow oka so voena.”
PART 3: Enemies in Disguise
Not far from Kian’s team stood a rival — one of the strongest players from another team. He overheard the code and froze. He didn’t know what it meant, but he recognized the weight behind it.
In Hindi, he asked, “kya tum dark knight Ho?”
Kain movies his neck in yes
The rival’s eyes narrowed. “Was that... court code?”
“No,” Kian said flatly. “That’s Shadow Knights.”
The boy stepped back. Court language was used by political or legal groups in ancient India — long forgotten. But this... this was something else. A secret clan, a bonded brotherhood. A legacy of what in India in present a group stood for: unity, mystery, power.
He looked at Kian and then at kiya.
“So... you two... you’re the real Shadow Angel and Dark Knight?”
Silence.
His teammate whispered, “They’re not just a pair... they’re a prophecy.”
One person,"tumhari body maintains hai but tum wo nhi ho sakte"
kian,"yah to match mein pata chal jaega. agar main chahun to."
And so, the games were no longer about winning. They were about remembering. And reviving what the world had forgotten.
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