The sun was beginning to set as Sabastian and Charlotte, along with their six-year-old son Siddarth, made their way through the dense jungle. They had traveled far from their town to reach a hidden and ancient temple of Lord Shiva, a place whispered about in legends. This was no ordinary temple; it was said to be a place where the divine energy of Lord Shiva resided, deep underground, built into the earth itself.
As they approached the temple, it looked like a colossal stone structure, almost swallowed by the overgrown jungle. Vines twisted around its pillars, and the entrance was hidden behind a waterfall that cascaded into a crystalline pool. Sabastian waved his hand, parting the waterfall with a simple spell, revealing the entrance.
The temple, built into the ground, was a maze of stone stairs leading deeper and deeper into the earth. Dimly lit by the flicker of ancient torches, the air was heavy with the scent of incense and the aura of divinity. At the heart of the temple stood a towering statue of Lord Shiva in his most powerful form, with his trident raised high and his third eye open, radiating divine power.
Charlotte knelt before the statue, her heart full of reverence. Sabastian stood beside her, holding Siddarth’s hand as the boy gazed in awe at the majestic sight before him. The family began their prayers, offering flowers and chanting softly.
But as they prayed, an old wizard, Subahu, who had been meditating in the temple, rose from his place. Subahu was known throughout the magical world as a legend—a wizard of unparalleled power, but also known for his uncontrollable temper. His long white beard and fiery eyes made him an intimidating figure.
As he turned, he caught sight of the small boy praying beside his parents. His gaze locked on Siddarth, and he felt a sudden, unnerving sensation. There was something about the child’s presence—a divine glow, an aura that Subahu couldn’t ignore. He walked toward them slowly, his piercing gaze fixed on Siddarth.
"Who is this child?" Subahu asked, his voice rough and demanding, though laced with curiosity.
Sabastian and Charlotte stood, shielding Siddarth instinctively. "He is our son," Sabastian replied calmly, but with an edge of protectiveness in his voice.
Subahu’s eyes narrowed as he looked deeply at Siddarth, feeling the divine energy radiating from him. *Why does this child possess such immense power?* he thought to himself, his mind racing. *He is either destined for greatness or disaster. This kind of power is dangerous.*
Suddenly, a terrible thought crossed Subahu’s mind. *If this child becomes too powerful, he could bring destruction to the world. I cannot take that chance. I must end this now.*
Without warning, Subahu raised his wand, his face contorted in anger and fear. He pointed it directly at Siddarth, who looked up innocently, unaware of the danger. Sabastian, confused by the sudden aggression, reacted just in time, casting a shield to protect his son. But Subahu was too powerful. With a swift wave of his wand, he froze both Sabastian and Charlotte in place, rendering them immobile.
"NO!" Charlotte screamed, her heart shattering as she saw Subahu preparing to attack Siddarth. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to move, but her body was paralyzed. Sabastian, too, was frozen, his eyes wide with fear and helplessness.
Subahu, with his wand still aimed at Siddarth, chanted the curse. "Avada Kedavra!" The green light of the death curse shot toward Siddarth, and in that moment, both Sabastian and Charlotte’s world came crashing down. Their hearts stopped, their bodies turned cold. It felt like they had died themselves, seeing the deadly curse flying toward their beloved son.
Charlotte’s mind screamed, *This can’t be happening. My baby, my life, he’s going to die. Siddarth, no!*
But something extraordinary happened. Just before the curse could hit him, Siddarth’s small hand reached behind him, and as if guided by an unseen force, he pulled out an ancient bow. Where the bow had come from, no one could say—it seemed to materialize out of thin air, glowing with divine light. Siddarth, no longer conscious of his own actions, raised the bow with a calm, otherworldly grace.
