The air ruffled his hairs. The sun seared down on him with the might of a giant. The mist made the breathe suffocating.
He looked across straight in the line to the opposite cliff. Tiny speckles of gleaming metal infested the white beneath. As he looked across, he was also simultaneously counting his heartbeat. Anytime now.
He looked down at the vast plain beneath that separated the two cliffs. That indeed was the war zone. His father and his Suryavanshi army (it literally meant the heirs of Sun), taking down the hordes of giants and demons and rakshasas and what not.
All he prayed to his God was not to let any wandering human enter into this zero- time domain. Though in all possibility for a normal human being this entire war would end in nearly zero time, by means of which he never may knew that a war of five- dimensional creatures took place, but there was possibility atleast that in a world infested by billions of humans, might not he cross the boundary at the same jiffy moment? That would be the end of the intruder unfortunately.
15000 metres flat. (A normal intelligent simpleton would say that the highest peak on earth Mt. Everest is some 8000 metres, what they forget is that they are speaking about the highest peak in three dimensions and occurring naturally. That wasn’t the case here.)
A low hiss was heard from the cliff on the opposite side. Green smoke plummeted out with lightening speed, ready to pour volley of missiles straight at the heart of his army without single radar being able to pinpoint out its exact location in the haziness of the smoke. He un-slung the chargers from his belt and clasped it tightly in both of his hands.
1437. 1438. 1439. Now.
In one single fluid motion he jumped off from the top of the cliff. The air offered its weak resistance which slightly singed his cheeks. He had his eyes close as the normal plain eyes would only confuse his path ahead.
He was murmuring the mantras, calmly and with no sliver of fear in his eyes. He was The Curse Breaker, time would stop if he so wished for. He could feel the presence of the monster hidden by the garb of the smoke.
Pungent smell entered his nostrils, making him feel the need to puke. He thrust his chargers forward, which were taking its juice from his body heat. They felt instantly attracted to the monstrous bulky metallic machine. Even if it weren’t metallic, they would have felt attracted all the same as the laws of the universe changed as per his desire and intent. All he needed was a physical object to project his internal energy onto.
CLANG.
He slammed right across the sides of the machine. He could have slowed down his landing, but he had no time for that, now. This machine was getting ready to fire its first dose of arsenal. Steeling his mind from the pain, with one hand off the charger, he unclasped his sword and pierced it straight into the bulk of metal.
Instantly he felt the resistant shock from the defense mechanism of the ship. He felt instant whirring pain grip his body.
CONTROL YOUR MIND. WHAT IS PAIN? THE REACTION OF NERVE ENDINGS, NOTHING MORE.
He projected his mind on the tip of his sword, the tip of which was getting energized, continuously inflating into a huge ball of energy.
He opened his eyes. The pain had stopped. A gaping hole could be observed at a point where his sword had pierced. Shit, it has converted into energy! That was something that he had not wished for.
He jumped inside the ship. The first thing that he did was to bend the light around him so as to render himself invisible. Alarms were sounding. They have detected intrusion. He would have to move his ass fast enough as not to be detected by the aura of the counter- force rishi munis. These were the enlightened beings who had sided with the demon hordes in order to topple the forces on heaven and earth combined.
Ah, the blood sucking lechers were first to arrive. Welcome, my dear friends. So long you have tasted the blood of other beings, how about you tasting that of your own. He had all the time he needed for destroying this ship. With a hole of that size, all the electric signals which so comprise the LAN area network of this control and destroy ship, would rush out, making its presence felt amongst his father’s most trusted men ready with their missiles. Nor would the impact of those missiles hurt him, how could they, as they were indeed made to protect his kind!
He chanted a mantra under his breath. Without breaking the litany he took out an arrow from his backpack and strung it upon the stoutest of all strings attached with the bow. He stretched it to the maximum extent possible, and unleashed it with all his might. The arrow stretched forward, tearing through the fabric of space-time, ionizing the surrounding air, piercing straight at the flabbergasted vampires who knew not where this arrow had come from.
Just like there are infinite possible universes, and infinite possible paths for a photon to choose from before causing an interference pattern, in a very similar manner there happened to be infinite possible paths for the arrow to choose from, as a result of which the arrow struck none, yet struck them all, vaporizing them instantly.
He moved forward wasting no time. He still had to destroy the missiles equipped on this ship. There was shiny metal everywhere. Bloody show-offs.
He heard the thumps of the feet.
Ah, now they send the giants to handle the situation. He was ready, yet again with the bow and arrow.
Suddenly he blanked out. He was here.
Never before had he felt so terrified. He felt the impulse to run away. His being here only meant one thing. No, he could not let that thought terrify him. It could mean many different things. Anything, but that.
He was coming straight at him, right behind the giants. He had detected his presence.
He knew this was not the time to feel afraid. He had to warn his mother. She had to destroy the bridge.
Mom, are you listening? Mom, please.
His mom was not listening; she was busy destroying other ships.
Mom, he is here. Warn Dad, and destroy the bridge before it is too late.
I may not last long. His throat went dry. I would try my best, mom. I would give you enough possible time.
He was seventeen, and he was about to face the biggest warlord of all time, who had most probably, and in his worst possible scenario, conquered the Heavens.
He could detect the stream of emotions engulfing him. His mom had at last got his message.
Son. He snapped the link between him and his mom. That was all he wished to hear. He dried his mind of all possible emotions. He snapped the bounds of his magical protection including the one of invisibility. The War Lord took certain amount of pleasure in killing the turtle hidden in its shell. He concentrated on Attack.
The trolls rushed forward as he rendered himself visible. He unleashed the arrow, aiming straight at the hearts of the trolls. The arrow divided into infinite possible paths striking the all of them at the same moment. They turned to ashes.
He sensed someone laughing heartily. That voice chilled his spine.
“So what do we have here, amongst us?”
He steeled his heart. He was taught not to look in the eyes of the Demon, when encountered. Those eyes would engulf him in his worst fears. But, he would look straight in his eyes. He would not be afraid.
“A young baby faced Curse Breaker.” He spoke. He was all hooded inside metal; only his eyes could be seen looking at him steadily. The monsters surrounding him jeered.
“I am Prince Saptarishi, son of the mighty King Bhima.”
“So you are. So what are you doing amidst my entourage, decided to change loyalties. If so, I would love you to watch your father being beheaded by one of my minions.”
“Demon, control your vile tongue. If you think that you could match my father, fight his son first.”
The Demon turned around, looking at his sentinels. They closed their eyes immediately, bowing their heads in fear.
“Such pride. I would love destroying your frail, tender ego. When even Indra had to run and hide behind Vishnu’s skirts, what thou are my match? Are you challenging me, the Ruler of the Universe and beyond, in one to one fight?” He said in an extremely sarcastic tone.
Saptarishi did not feel fear in his guts anymore. The Demon was vain, and that didn’t make him supernatural, that made him human.
“Yes, I am. In the mean time, as long as the duel lasts, no missile will be fired at my father’s army. I say, that this condition would not make the so called Lord back away, would it?”
He laughed. “So the youngling is counting on his lasting long enough, so that his father could destroy the bridge.” Then he went all serious. “If that is what you wish for, take this.”
A jet blue light flew out from the warlord’s hand, hitting squarely in the price’s chest.
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