Prologue: The Abyss
The abyss was swallowing up the world. Agastya the magical king, the old, wrinkled savior would have got up and charged. However, he knew better.
His wrinkled hands slid across the desk, channeling mana to create the attack plan. His trusted staff lay on the other side of the room, where it had been collecting dust for the past six years.
Slowly, he got up, creaking and aching at the joints. As he did, the years seemed to fall off of his face.
He slowly went outside, despite his advisors wanting to make the announcement instead. All his scars and his missing eye made him look like a person who had reached one hundred, but in truth, he was little older than sixty.
With his left hand, he held his stained titanium sword. It was red after all those forty-two years of combat. He didn’t command the troops to charge.
After all, he had been taught that every millennium, the abyss tried to swallow the world. It was the year 1500, and the last one had happened in the year 500. He had learned all there was to learn.
“Today, we shall not fall. How have those of the past fought off the abyss?” He asked. There was a collective gasp.
“Our problem is not new,” He continued. “Every millennium , the abyss tries to swallow our Prithvi. So far, the people of Prithvi have been able to fend it off.
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I will not have Prithvi die. This is the goal of the Vaishnavae. I am the newest leader of the Vaishnavae. All the leaders before, each more arcane and powerful, have fent it off. We will not be the last. In 2500, there will be a new Vishnavae that has to fend it off. The next army shall start, and the current one shall end.”
Many members of the crowd had fainted. With his right hand, King Agastya pointed his staff at the fainted crowd members.
Channelling a wisp of mana, he said “Saudaamainii Chaitaya.” A blue lightning bolt shot from the emerald on top, reviving the people.
He said, “Rasaatal mein, ek daanav hai. Daanav ke paas neelam hai. Jis neelam mein yah rasaatal hai, vah samay hai. Is neelam ko nasht karo.”
The army roared in defiance and pulled out their bows. Suddenly, a scout
sprinted into the room. He was exhausted and his body had fresh wounds and scars. “Sir, the abyss is much more powerful this time. The army laughed. “More powerful!” An archer said. “Nonsense!” The scout said, “the town of Vijaya has fallen.” The soldiers exchanged looks. The king exclaimed, “from now on all citizens between 18 and 65 will be trained to fight and use magic!”
The army was shocked. Such a noble profession in the hands of commoners! One swordsman tried to convince the king otherwise.
The king just told him to shut up. It was for the good of the people.
The crowd heard and some conspiracy theorists thought the army
May try to dispose of the king. Other people thought the army wouldn’t
serve the king. Either way, the army would be furious.