"Abhimanyu, the one who blazes through life!" Sri Krishna had declared on his birth. He was the perfect amalgamation of his parent's best traits. Formed of his father's unbeatable valour and his mother's suave wisdom, Abhimanyu growing up under the tutelage of the God King Himself, was everyone's favourite. "May he never be lacking of love." Arjuna had blessed his boy, slightly embittered by the malice of the world which had swallowed the characteristic softness which had always fought to remain in the Pandava prince's heart. Maybe that was why, the thirteenth day of the Great War which had almost seen the horrific slaughter of the sixteen year old warrior at the hands of the fiendish Kaurava warriors and their allies, saw a minuscule aberration in the canvas of a destiny pre written with blood. And somewhere in the background, the peacock feather clad Dark Lord smiled through His tears. Has the wheel of fate turned in his favour or will Mahabharata's unanimously loved boy hero get lost in the annals of history like it had been ordained? #Part One of the Moonchild Series
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