The friendship between Lord Krishna and the Pandava Prince Arjuna has been an eternal edict flowing throughout the undulous waves of their fated lives. Their bond so deep that none could fathom the beginning nor the end.
And yet a diabolical twist...
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"Watch out!"
Iravan grabbed Yaudheya by the bicep and almost flung him to the ground in an attempt to push him out of the way of an advancing javelin. The fair skinned son of Devika tumbled at the side and winced as the diamond studded spear grazed the side of his neck and hacked off the flagstaff of an abandoned chariot stationed behind him.
"Where is your head at?", the prince of the Kauravya Nagas snapped at the prince of Sivi in a way completely uncharacteristic to his usual mild manner.
"Sorry. I was... distracted", Yaudheya grumbled while picking up his discarded sword and rotated his strained shoulder almost violently till a painful pop resulted in it sliding back into place.
"Clearly!"
Iravan shot back harshly while catching the next stray arrow which had been shot right at his face and plucked it out of the air like it was a shed feather of a bird and not a fired missile.
The second son of Yudhishtir gave his cousin a side eye while cutting down their current enemy, one of their many nameless cousins from the other side, their grimy faces mixed into a sea made of the anonymous hordes of the Kaurava children.
Yaudheya had no idea what the poor sod's name was neither will he remember his face, most likely. They might all be forgotten at the end.
Another nameless, faceless casualty at the altar of a war fought for divine justice.
All for his so called uncle's insatiable greed.
"Are you alright brother? I am sorry for being..so short. I am just..."
Iravan's voice had mellowed down into a quietly regretful whisper as the taller man's greenish gold eyes roved over his bloodied frame in a concerned glance. Yaudheya felt warmth pool inside the priorly empty pit formed inside his stomach as his older cousin's handsome face softened against the loathsome contrast drawn with the speckles of blood marring his pallid complexion.
"It is alright, bhratashree. We are all justifiably high strung. And thanks to you, I still have my head on my shoulders. A minute distraction and I might have very well been sent to Yama's abode."
"Hush, that will never happen. Not as long as I have something to say about it."
They exchanged a gentle smile and one moment of peaceful camaraderie amidst the roaring backdrop of the relentless battle. The sun was above head and the sweat mixed with the million wounds over Yudhishtir's second born was making him grimace in extreme discomfort.
He wasn't used to the constant adrenaline soaked trainwreck that a warrior's body was subjected to become.
He had always been rather inclined to remain sequestered with his books.
'Fat lot of good, that did you', Yaudheya's brain snarled at him in discontent.
The prince apparent of Sivi knew he should have spent more time at the arena. Specially with the flying rumours of an impending civil war that had been rampant since he had stayed back with his mother for the duration of his father and uncles' exile.
