The first chapter in a new Indian epic, part Percy Jackson, part Indian mythology, all fun! The kind of writing I really, really like.
As Bhibhatsu watched the gathering clouds, he had a vague sense of approaching dread. The restive horses, the scurrying ants and the circling jackals at a distance seemed to portend inauspicious omens. So absorbed was he in his thoughts, that he didn’t notice his best friend, Aniruddha approaching.
“Stop worrying, dear mitr(friend)” muttered Aniruddha in soothing tones as he patted his friend’s shoulder.
“How can I? You know what’s happening. Is that evil prince to inherit the world while we watch helplessly? If so, it must be true that the Age of Legends is indeed coming to an end.”
“Not while we still have living legends like you who are born to remake the world. Who after all can stand against a master bowman like you in battle? Isn’t it true that the wrath of a single righteous man can destroy the world? Hold onto your inner peace. Worry not…
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