Ashoka: Journey Thought Myths

Forgotten

It was around midnight, most of the Demigods including me, Rashi and Trijya were still sitting by the fire. Guru Ji had told me that we're located somewhere near the Himalayas, that explained this cold. Usually we use Magic to Normalise all weather but today suddenly most of magic had stopped working. Our powers and weapons were intact but spell based magic was mostly not working. So here we were all listening to stories. I found out about how there aren't much older Demigods around. Around 2013 there was this great war. Every single demigod took part in it. They won but the foe they were fighting. They fought an Asur named Vritra, a Dragon like serpent who had control over water. 
They did manage to kill him but he used all of the power he had left before dying and there came a flood. It was so powerful that none of the Demigods could survive not even the once who were children of water. His power over water was too deep. I had been shivering not because of cold but of the story.
Suddenly i felt really warm. The flames that we were sitting around became huge. It almost felt like it was summer. The flames started to take a shape. A shape of a man. 
He spoke with divinity and command in his voice " Ashoka, the son of Lord Neelkanth ( another one of my father's name) must go to the oldest city. And do what is needed to be done". Flames died, completely.
There was a silence for a couple of minutes until Rashi said "So a quest, you exited or terrified?". 
I didn't think that she expected an answer to that so i asked "which is the oldest city?".
Anisha a daughter of Chandradev the moon God replied "Varanasi". I didn't know much about Anisha as I haven't even talked to her. Children of moon are really quite and mostly don't talk so i never really try myself either.