Aranya's POV
I woke up. My mind left my body, and I found myself in a dungeon. I shuddered at the sight of my body, which was caked with dirt, and my clothes were ragged.
I wondered whether this was Death or a dream.
Death....... I'd be sinking under a dark lake, so no.
A dream...... it was too real for it to be one.
So what was it?
My prison seemed to be a stone block inside a translucent bubble. Outside the bubble, I saw a dark, vast plain.
"This is my mind...." I told myself.
And I had my own reign on my mind. I could do what I want.
I stepped out of the bubble, and walked. It must have been for hours, or something, but I wasn't tired. Suddenly, my head started pounding. My vision flickered, and suddenly, I was on a battlefield.
Then it disappeared, and I was back where I had been: on the plain.
There were other bubbles too....
One had flames roaring in it, with the sound of tortured souls coming through it.
"Help us!" they cried.
I shook my head and moved on.
One had a line of bored spirits moving along.
Another had many thrones, with godly beings sitting in them.
Then it hit me. These weren't bubbles. These were worlds.
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The Wars
FantasyThe Kauravas are meddling with time- bending one of the most ancient rules there are. While the avatars rush trying to locate Aranya, the Pandavas and the Kauravas are preparing for war. The Kauravas are trying to control the spirits of Mrityuloka t...
