(Disclaimer: I do not intend to insult or disrespect this legend. No offense to the religion, I'm only using the names only, Characters and stories although similar are still not the same. This is not supposed to be a faithful representation of this characters. If you came for complete and accurate depiction then you will be partially disappointed) 

The collective forces of evil have since dominated this land. Their members embark into disgusting actions and forcefully oppress the remnants of the now shattered army of good. And this is all as a result of one being — Ravana — the great demon king. A callous and ruthless tyrant that paved the path of this dilemma by killing the hero of justice — Rama — the whole world since then has been plunged into darkness. The faith of many has been collectively crushed and the world is about to fall apart.

But in their suffering, in their oppression they prayed piously to the heavens, to the gods in hopes that someone or something would save them…the gods failed to answer but one person did.

That person is you.

Please save us?! When will our suffering end? What has happened to our heroes? Why is our savior and hero dead? How is this possible?! Please someone grant us salvation! Please save us from this sorrowful depth of hell!

Who shall answer these prayers? Who shall deliver them from their hundred years of suffering? Who shall be the one to bring about salvation? — The answer is as clear as day, the person – No! The answer is you. Take the prayers of the masses, bear the weight of their faith and make their dreams into a reality.

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Become the savior O hero, for only you shall bring us all into Moksha!

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Kosala was once a massive kingdom full of joy and happiness. People used to dance on the streets, both peasants and nobles laughed and sang together in joy as they all wished and prayed for a better future.

But on that day everything changed....every single thing.

Witnessing the horrible murder of their hero, their undefeated champion and bringer of victory changed

Everyone....including him. He could never forget that day...the day his elder brother was brutally gored and dismembered right before his eyes.

He was useless, he had long since accepted that but as the king he had to put on a cold mask to hide his pain. But he found himself soon merging with said mask, his people still respected him but they were reluctant to approach him. They took one look at him and decided to hide their problems from their ruler and he couldn't do anything about it.

He knew the situation was getting worse, the forces of evil were almost done in conquering the world. Only his and two more kingdoms across the nation were left. The neighboring kingdom had their princess captured by one of the Demon Princes of Ravana, they enlisted his help in sending or at least presenting a warrior or two to aid in their mission. He of course accepted, not because he wanted to.

No, that was stupid, he hardly cared about the princess — the reason for his joyful acceptance was simply because the mission would bring him close to his goal of killing Ravana or in his case enraging him by killing one of his precious generals.

The world had changed a lot after his brother's death. His brother's wife had died. His own wife had died and he became king.

….He was tired, tired of living and tired of this war, he wants to return back to the good old days. When he and his friends smiled and laughed together.

Sitting only at the center of the throne he humbly stared at the magnificent dawn. Gazing at the ephemeral moment with a solemn expression he awaited for the one who would be sent on this journey.

The large door slowly opened, revealing a familiar face to him.

"Welcome...."