Rogue Heroes - The Awakening

Emotionen und Gefühle

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The journey from the Elephanta Caves Island to Ashwin's house was filled with absolute silence. However, the minds of all the seven friends were in complete chaos.

Yuhan's POV:

We all stood there, in the middle of the forest, in silence. I so wanted to pinch myself and wake up from the dream. I mean, not every day does someone tell you that he or she is a god and your parent. It was overwhelming and terrifying, at the same time. The looks on others' faces said the same story as mine. We just looked among each other and started making our way through the forest, towards the shores, where our boat was supposed to be waiting.

My right–hand thumb constantly traveled to the ring, that was residing on my right ring finger. That was another thing to digest. A powerful weapon, that held the power of Mahadev's third eye. And that weapon was residing as a mere ring in my hand. I still felt the aftermath of that sudden surge of energy that had caused the ground to split and release the black smoke that had engulfed my opponent. It had drained me badly, but somehow, I had refrained myself from fainting. And then, the entire revelation of us being demigods. Gosh! It's too much to handle in a day. But seriously? Do I have a part of the great Dharmaraj himself? A part of the one who controls the afterlife? Also, they (the Gods) said that we hold some part of the Pandavas, Karn, and Duryodhan as well. Which means I also hold a part of the Pandavagraja, Yudhisthir. Is this why I am so attracted to the scriptures? But how is this even possible? Damn! There are so many questions, and the answers seem too good to be true. In all this chaotic thinking, I didn't even realize when we reached the shores, where our ride back to the Gateway of India was awaiting us, as decided. Everyone entered it one by one. Aryan was the last. However, when I looked at him, I could tell from his face, that he was extremely displeased with all that had happened.

Aryan's POV:

We were currently in the boat, making our way towards the Gateway of India. I still feel that all this is a dream, and I am going to wake up from it, anytime. Yet there is this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, which says that all this is true, and I need to accept it. No! Never! How the hell can I be the son of the Swargadhipati Indra himself? Even if he is not my biological father... Even if I hold just a part of them... Yet it all sounds like a sci-fi movie. And still... still I can't find a single, logical reason to explain the sudden outburst that caused an entire lightning strike to appear out of nowhere, like an arrow on my bow.

Thinking of the bow, I touched the pendant on my neck. Was it really Gandiv? The legendary bow of the Victor of the Mahabharat war, Arjun himself? Do I really have a part of Madhav Sakha Parth inside me?

No! Whatever it is, I am my own person. None of this changes the fact that I am Aryan Mehta, son of Paresh and Parthvi Mehta. Whatever anyone says, I'll always be their son.

We all were sitting silently in the boat, musing about the happenings in the past 72 hours. Subconsciously, my eyes travelled towards Kimaya, who was huddled near the cabin corner with Daksh, resting her head on his shoulder and starring into nothingness. I felt a pang rise in my heart, as I remembered her conversation with the Sun God. Which reminded me that she was supposed to hold a part of Suryaputra Radheya Karn, who was the arch-nemesis of Mahanayak Arjun, whose part resided in me. I shivered at the very thought of me and Kimi being rivals. No! That won't happen ever. I won't let that happen at any cost. I closed my eyes and my palms subconsciously curled into fists. I turned my eyes and they met with Sachit's. He nodded reassuringly towards me and gave me a small smile.

Sachit's POV:

Aryan was highly disturbed. The fool was yet to realize that he had fallen for the only girl in our group. And she turned out to behold a part of Radheya Karn, who was the deadliest enemy of Pritha Putra, Parth, whose part resided in Aryan. Can all this get any more complicated than it already was? Yes, of course, it could. Cause we had to explain all this to our parents, and to make them believe. The thought of telling them that we were not entirely their children, formed a lump in my throat. I closed my eyes tightly and cleared my throat. We are their children. No matter what. My mother's name is Mitra and my father's name is Pratik. We have their blood in our veins. I don't mean to disrespect the Ashwin Kumaras, I am grateful to them for considering me and my brother capable enough to hold their parts, but all of a sudden, they can't claim us to be their children.