Arjun The Guardian Of The Moon Chronicle

I felt as if my brain had taken a million spins to the earths orbit after all the fighting and some weird sensation took me down and I was unconscious. 

My surroundings shifted from chaos to calm as I awoke in an unfamiliar place. An ageless figure stood before me, his presence serene and reassuring. Without wasting a moment, I questioned him, "Who are you?"

The man smiled warmly, and his eyes seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages. "I am Rishi," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "I am your guide."

As I gazed upon Rishi, I couldn't help but admire his physique. His body was a testament to natural strength, with a well-defined ten-pack and a muscular frame that spoke of years of disciplined training, yet without the bulk of a gym enthusiast.

My curiosity got the better of me. "Rishi, how did you become so strong? Your body is unlike anything I've ever seen."

Rishi's eyes held a hint of nostalgia. "I have walked this earth for thousands of decades, my child. I was once too proud of my own power. A curse was placed upon me by the sage Durvasa, who deemed my arrogance unwarranted."

My mind struggled to comprehend the vastness of Rishi's existence. "But sages are part of stories, legends from ages ago. How can you still be here, now?"

Rishi's smile deepened, and he explained, "The tales told today are mere fragments of the truth. Sages like me have witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the dance of time itself."

As I processed this revelation, I couldn't help but be humbled by the ancient wisdom standing before me. Rishi's knowledge was a treasure trove waiting to be explored.

"Tell me about my parents," I implored, my heart aching for answers I had long sought.

Rishi's gaze softened, and he began to weave a tale of prophecy and destiny. My parents had received a celestial prophecy that they would bear the true Aryan of this generation—an honor that had fallen upon me.

"Why didn't my father receive the Nandaka sword?" I inquired, puzzled by this omission.

Rishi sighed, his gaze filled with regret. "Your father, my child, had a different path to follow. I am here to guide you, to be your mentor. However, a curse—Durvasa's Curse—prevents me from taking up arms in any battle, no matter the odds. This curse was cast upon me thousands of decades ago, when my pride got the better of me."

I absorbed this revelation, realizing that my journey held challenges and revelations far beyond what I had ever imagined. Rishi was not just a guide; he was the key to unlocking the secrets of my past and the potential of my future.

As Rishi touched my forehead and held it, a strange sensation coursed through me. My eyes gleamed with an inner light, and words spilled forth from my mouth, as if guided by an unseen force. "Aryaha Aham! Bharathasya Rakshakaha Aham."

Suddenly, the world around me shifted, and I felt myself hurtling back through time and space. When I opened my eyes once more, I found myself in my grandparents' garden, the world unchanged and unaware of the extraordinary journey I had just undertaken. My grandparents tended to their daily chores, their faces radiant with love and concern.

I had returned from the realm of sages and monsters, armed with newfound knowledge and purpose. The path ahead was uncertain, but I was ready to embrace the mysteries of my heritage and the destiny that awaited me.