WHITE AND BLACK. # BOOK.1 - THE SWORD OF SILVER

PROLOGUE

* ....OM NAMAH SHIVAAY.....*

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It was the darkest night ever known to the history of mankind.

Everybody knew that the moment he dies , the worlds will fall apart.

But no one had thought that it would be so early.

Just in three days the worlds got separated.... They got split into three or may be even more...

But no one confirmed more than three, not because they didn't have any idea, because they didn't want the people to get even more scared.

He had already begun to grow weak from the day he was holding the worlds together.

But, alas... No one knows what path a person has chosen and what difficulties he has underwent... All they see is the destination what they reach, the goal what they achieve.

And its same in his case... After the great war, though he was successful in overthrowing the RED DEMON, He had begun growing weak back then itself.

Yet he kept his face smiling.. Nobody knew that he was sitting on a throne of iron nails, that kept on piercing his divine skin.

He died in the hands of his most trusted... He was betrayed.

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Now it's been a hundred years since his death and as it was predicted a savior would be born.

Nobody knew whether it'll be a boy, a girl, or both, an animal, a tree or even an insect .

On the day he died, people celebrated... But not to honour him... Instead to show the common people that their leader had died in vain.

Everybody had started believing he was God, but after that painful day when the worlds got split... One part of the three parts had already begun to forget him and now on his hundredth death anniversary not one mortal soul remembered his mind face.

And that is the reason why they ended up losing their powers.

Sad as it was.... But the people of the other two worlds never forgot him.

Though his shrine was lost, people kept their promise and worshipped him and so the people of the White and the black worlds... Never lost their powers.

But though they worshipped him... They were blood thirsty for the lives of the people in the other two worlds.

The black people wanted the white dead and the people of the mortal world under their feet.

And the whites wanted the Black dead and also the mortals under their feet.

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Now coming back to the night he died.... The same dark night but only a hundred years later.... in the beautiful and cheerful town of Kamhaan.

In the dungeon of their own palace, locked up...a cry was heard... The voice alone was soothing to the ears.

The boy was a blood of the both....

The mother being ... Helpless.. Her husband had already died 7 months ago.

She was crying,

She held her just born son to the moonlight of the night sky and said,

"Protect him... You are my only hope ,o lord Chandra....I beg of you."

As if the moon had really heard her, a voice boomed through her dungeon room... It's called as an 'Akashavani',

known to be the voice of the gods .. the mighty voice said...

"I feel pity on you, o queen of three Chandravanshis ...I get sad to see my child in this condition... I cannot help you too much... But yes.... For an hour I'll open the doors of every house which is in my moonlight.... But you should run.... Run till u reach your only living blood... Give your son to them...and never turn back.... But before going away tell the person whom you give your child to, that before he turns seventeen he should know who he is. Now go my child... The divine hour has started...."

She clearly understood what the god had said...she ran...and ran... All the people, soldiers , horsemen, charioteers , all had fallen to sleep.

She ran till she finally reached the door of the enormous campus of the royal palace...her royal palace.

She took a deep breath and again ran.

The god was challenging her by putting rocks in her path, by raining heavily like never before...

But even lightning couldn't stop her... Then finally she reached where she had wanted to.

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Back in the palace, when the moment the helpless mother had stepped outside the gate... Everyone woke up.

When the guards looked in the dungeon , they saw two piles of flesh and blood.

One was big as a boulder and the other was small like a ball.

They started yelling with joy.

They ran to their King... The older guard said...

"Sorry to interrupt you so late, my lord... But it's good news...

The woman and the child... Both are no longer alive...they are dead..."

And he held out the mass of flesh to show to the king.

The king had the most joyful moment of his life...

He pulled out the fattest and the heaviest of all of his collection of necklaces and threw it towards the elder guard and said...

"Now....where's the savior?....I killed him..."

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Hey guys, hope you are not annoyed by the use of  'HE' too many times in the beginning paragraphs.

Be patient and you'll surely know who this...'HE' is.

Also, the escape of the mysterious woman from the palace is somewhat similar to the birth of lord Krishna.

And .....ENJOY!!!!

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