The Mythical Mornings

Aswasthama

His soul shivered as he lied on the cold hard floor of the temple of Sada Shiva. Donot know why,he,Sada Shiva,who witnesses three time lines,the past,future and present,the oversear of Time,had allowed him life. He was the worst sinner afterall.

He woke up with a gasp. Looking at his hands. He could still feel it. The blood of the young boys. But what terrified him was the cries of the young woman. The daughter in law of Kuru family. The wife of Abhimanyu. Uttara. Was he cruel? Of course. But he had again and again asked for the reason behind it. It was as if the unforeseen hand of time had pushed him to that. He had again and again in his life questioned himself. Afterall he was the son of Guru Dronacharya. No matter what,he knew,the greatest Adharma was to raise weapon on unarmed men and women. And Uttara was pregnant. He sighed. Some answers. They lie hidden. He knew them aswell.

He got up. And walked out of the old Shiva temple. It was ruined almost. But something was very different from everyday. It felt something odd, different. He stopped. His insticts were warning him. Something was changing.

He walked towards the river. And there. He found an egg. Bigger than usual. An egg of shifters,he knew. Something was pulling him towards it. The egg. It had some engraving on it. He walked towards it. It felt as if he was somehow being pulled. He was feeling a strange sense of attraction towards the egg.

It was broken. He sighed. Just as he was about to take a step back. He felt the pulk again. But still walked away.

For few more days,it just lied there. Quite,forgotten. But one day it was gone. No one asked. No one cared.

But after few days, Aswasthama saw a strange dream. He was pregnant. He woke up with a gasp. Pregnant? He?

When he got up,he saw a snake. Coiled on the Shivalinga. A small white snake with few dark lines. It was sleeping,quietly.

Aswasthama was angry. Very angry. It was a holy place. Not a place for lowly snakes. He picked it up and wanted to throw it away. But the snake child was burning with fever. He sighed and started accepting it's existence.

After three years it transformed. Into a white haired boy. And started following Aswasthama around. And a new story started.