The Last Battle — When Fire Burned the Ocean
The Storm... and the Call of Destiny
The sky wore grey like a widow's veil today.
Clouds groaned heavy with sorrow,as if the gods themselves wept.
Lightning clawed at the earth,each strike mixing dust, ashes and fire until the heavens bled crimson.
The wind screamed so wild that ancient trees snapped like twigs,and the very soil rose to join this dance of destruction.
Where golden palaces once touched the sky, now only skeletons remained—
pillars broken like forgotten promises,statues wearing ash like funeral shrouds, and between them, two hearts…
Two souls,one born of flame, one born of wave, now standing as enemies.
Agnivrat stood wrapped in red, the fire-mark on his forehead glowing like fresh lava.
Heat waves danced around him,the ground at his feet blackened and cracking with every step.
Smoke curled from his lips with each ragged breath.
He was fire incarnate,but tonight he was just a man burning from within.
Across from him, Neervrah stood calm in blue, his face a still ocean.
But his eyes…his eyes held depths where storms slept uneasily.
Water rippled around his feet with every movement,his sword 'Varshini' gleaming with the ocean's unshed tears.
He was water given form,yet flames danced in his gaze too.
Lightning flashed between them—
not just fire meeting water,but two hearts breaking against destiny's shore.
Agnivrat's sword Jwala burst into crimson flames, the fire reflecting the raw pain in his eyes.
His hands shook as they gripped the hilt.
His gaze stayed locked on Neer—those same eyes that had haunted his dreams for years.
"Neer…" Agni's voice cracked like dry earth. "Don't make me do this."
Tears carved paths through the ash on his cheeks."I can't… I don't want to hurt you…"
Neervrah's lips curved into a smile—not of joy, but of acceptance.
The smile of a man walking willingly to his pyre.
"You're not making me do anything, Agni," Neer said softly. "It's your choice. I'm just standing where I've always stood—in your way."
The wind stole his words, but they found their mark in Agni's heart.
His sword dipped,point digging into scorched earth as he stumbled back.
Tears still glistened in his fire-bright eyes.
"Why?" The word tore from his throat. "We only loved each other… Why does that deserve a curse?"
Neervrah's gaze fell to the broken ground between them.
"Because love becomes a sin,"he whispered, "when it tries to rewrite destiny."
Agnivrat shuddered as smoke began to rise from his skin.
He knew—this ending was already written,and he was just the hand that would hold the pen.
Neervrah caught raindrops in his palm, watching them pool like liquid stars.
"See,Agni?" he murmured. "This water is me—calm on the surface, but hiding tempests underneath. And you… you're the fire that could make me rise as steam. We can't exist together… but we can't exist apart either."
Agnivrat's head bowed, tears replaced by embers glowing in his eyes.
The water slipped through Neer's fingers,returning to the thirsty earth.
"Don't talk like that, Neer," Agni's voice broke. "I can still stop this. I can change it all."
Neer shook his head slowly. "No, Agni. That time has passed. All that remains now… is an ending. And whatever comes after."
Neervrah took a step forward.
Agnivrat retreated,his heart crumbling like the ruins around them.
He knew—what came next would scar his soul forever.
But not acting would doom the world to flames.
The storm roared louder, lightning tearing the sky open.
The very ground split beneath their feet.
Agnivrat raised his sword.
Neervrah closed his eyes.
"If my death was always meant to be by your hand," Neer whispered, "then I'm grateful… that even at the end, I get to disappear into your fire."
Tears traced silver paths down Neer's face as Agni's sword blazed brighter than the sun.
The steel found its home in Neer's chest.
And suddenly… everything stopped.
The wind died mid-scream.
Raindrops hung frozen in air.
The universe itself seemed to hold its breath,mourning what had been lost.
Neervrah's eyes opened—no fear, no pain, just deep, endless peace.
He smiled at Agni,blood staining his lips. "Agni… in every life I'm born, I'll find you again. Whether you raise your sword or open your arms… I'll always come back to you."
That smile—the one that held all their stolen moments and broken promises—shattered what remained of Agnivrat's soul.
"NEER!!"
Agni's scream out-thundered the storm.
The earth trembled.
Fire erupted around them,melting stone walls into liquid rock.
He collapsed to his knees,gathering Neer's head into his lap.
Neervrah's eyes stayed half-open, his lips still moving with unspoken words.
"I didn't kill you, Neer," Agni whispered into his hair. "I just destroyed myself."
Neer's breathing stilled.
He left behind only that faint,knowing smile—silent now, forever.
The rain began again—slow, gentle, like the sky was weeping with him.
Flames and tears streamed down Agni's face as he stood,raising his eyes to the angry clouds.
"If this was your game,Destiny," he roared, "then watch me change the rules! Through a thousand births, across ten thousand years… I'll find Neer again!"
Lightning struck as Agni's body became living fire.
Flames and water embraced—turning into ash together.
For a long moment, there was only silence.
Ash fell like grey snow from the sky.
On the scorched earth,two marks remained—one crimson, one sapphire.
Slowly,mist began to rise—
the veil that separates one life from the next.
And through that mist, a voice whispered—
"What was left unfinished will find completion…
but the cost will be paid by the heart that dared to love beyond reason."
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Years ago…
The mist dissolved.
The world changed.
Emerald forests stretched to the horizon, waterfalls singing nature's hymns, birds adding melody to the breeze.
At the heart of this paradise stood an ancient Gurukul—
where Vedic chants wove through the air,and young minds learned creation's deepest secrets.
Acharya Vishrayan stood before his hut, eyes fixed on the distance.
Before him sat a boy—
hair brushing his shoulders,eyes holding captured fire, warmth radiating from his skin.
He sat in perfect meditation,so still the very air around him seemed to pause in respect.
The Acharya smiled to himself.
"This child shines with a different light…
he carries a purpose greater than himself."
Another teacher approached quietly.
"What name does he bear,Acharya?"
"Agnivrat," the old man said softly. "He comes carrying fire's eternal vow."
His gaze traveled to the horizon.
By a distant lake,another boy played—dressed in blue, water rising from his palms to dance with the clouds.
His eyes held the deep,mysterious blue of the ocean depths.
The Acharya's voice grew heavy with knowing:
"And when these two souls meet…
the world will shake to its foundations once more."
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End of Chapter 1
"Years ago… when Agnivrat and Neervrah first met."
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