In ancient India, in the Kingdom of Pulinda, ruled the mighty King Prahasta.  The Gods had been benevolent; they had blessed Prahasta with warrior sons and beautiful daughters. His rule was just and his people wished him eternal life.  But as is fate, every full moon must wane, and every pretty flower must wither. Something sinister stirred in the depths of the Himalayas, the mountains that had shadowed Pulinda from times immortal. It stirred and awakened, opening its drowsy eyes to smell a scent it craved for eternity. It reared its head and shadows creeped out of the dark depths of the mountains, to claim something that was snatched from them before the beginning of the Age. This is a tale of the forgotten times when the earth was young and the moonlight was imbued with the elixir of immortality. When the Sunshine filled existence with hope and the evil lay buried in the dark depths under the sea. When gold filled the treasures and people's hearts were golden, and the land of gold was coveted by many. ***** NB - This book is rooted in ancient Indian culture. The societal structure and norms have been maintained. If you do not like it, move on. Haters will not be tolerated.