Krishnaa. An outcast. A commoner. An orphan. A girl surviving instead of living.
Arjun. The beloved prince of Indraprasth. Powerful and regal.
A forgotten prophecy, believed to be a myth, is unveiled again. A hidden conspiracy.
Can these two worlds...
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It was sunset and red orange hues of the sun scattered across the sky. However it was very eerie. Very quiet. Arjun sat on his swing, contemplating everything that happened that day. His Mata-Pita, the rebellion and finally his conversation with Krishnaa.
He realized that he had been unnecessarily rude to her. She wasn't at fault. He never blamed her. Instead, he had blamed himself and taken all his anger out on her. He has been overwhelmed by the previous day's events. The stress and anger had clouded his rationality.
But now that he had got some time to himself, a chance to think, he realized how terribly inconsiderate he had been. Krishnaa wanted the best for Indraprasth. She cared about his Mata Pita just as much as he did.
He was rude to her. Telling her that she wouldn't understand, when the truth was that there was no one who would understand better than her.
He felt incredibly guilty. She has gone on a dangerous mission alone, without him. He wondered if she has still left. Maybe she was still in Indraprasth. Maybe he could still accompany her. With that thought, he got up and left to go to her home.
He knock on the door hoping for her to open it. But it was her brother. "Rajkumar", he sounded astonished. "I thought you were with Krishnaa."
Drishtdyumn's words Arjun made feel even more guilty. "Come in", Drishtdyumn moved aside to let him in. "Bhrata, is Krishnaa......?", Arjun started. "She left hours ago", Drishtdyumn informed, Making Arjun's hope's plummet. "Do you know where she went?", Arjun asked, hoping Drishtdyumn would know. Maybe it isn't too late and he can catch up with her.
But Drishtdyumn shook his head and Arjun's heart dropped. "Didn't she tell you?", Drishtdyumn asked. "She did show me the map", Arjun confessed truthfully. "But I didn't look it properly." Drishtdyumn looked worried. "I thought you were going with her, that's why I didn't question her too much", Drishtdyumn said absentmindedly, not realizing that his words made Arjun feel terrible.
"I am sorry bhrata", Arjun mumbled, not being able to meet Drishtdyumn in the eye. Drishtdyumn shook his head. "Don't be sorry", he sighed. "It isn't your fault." His words didn't comfort Arjun. He still felt helpless. She had followed him to Panchal, but he had failed to do the same for her.
All he could do now, was to pray for Krishnaa to return home safely.
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Two days later
Krishnaa stood at the mouth of the pit, staring into darkness. She was at of the mountain and had found the entrance which, fortunately was the one on the map.
But she was nervous. She didn't know what to do next. If she gives in to her fears and returns to Indraprasth, she would be ashamed of herself. And if she jumps in, there will be no turning back.
It was pitch black below her, the mouth of the abyss gaping at her. It was so dark that she couldn't even tell how deep the pit was. There was nothing around here, no dry wood, by which she could light a torch.
She sighed. She thought about turning back several times, but her mind would immediately go to Mata Kunti and Pitashree Pandu, forcing her stay and reconsider her previous decision.
She took a deep breath. 'This is it', she thought, before she took the leap and plunged into the abyss. After what felt like an hour, she hit the bottom. She groaned and sat up, her body hurting due to the force of the fall.
She looked around with squinted eyes, but they didn't seem to adjust to the darkness. At a slight distance, she saw something flickering. A light. She moved towards it, not looking anywhere else, as though she was hypnotized.
She reached it. It was an already lit torch. It felt like this maze was prepared, awaiting it's next prey. That thought itself made her shudder. She broke sweat, even though it was cold here, not a ray of sunlight touched this place. The fire from the torch however, provided some comfort even though it wasn't much.
She held the torch above the map and moved ahead. The torch didn't provide enough light. She took small careful steps, dragging her feet, so that she doesn't fall into a pit, incase there was one. She could feel the moss growing on the rocky ground, underneath her feet.
She moved ahead to find some more torches lit at regular intervals. She sighed in relief, but it was short lived as she heard a slithering, hissing sound coming from somewhere nearby.
******************* Kind of a basic chapter, but yeah.
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