Chapter 1: The Blossoming of Vyomtara
In the infinite cosmic sea, nestled among stars unseen by earthly eyes, lies a realm known as Dhara-Loka — a planet divided in harmony and shadow.
On a day that began like any other, the wind hushed, the rivers stilled, and the sky dimmed unnaturally.
A colossal black arm, forged from celestial stone and wrapped in swirling shadow, reached down from the void — and with it came the Judgment Scale.
An ancient relic, older than kingdoms and kings, the scale hovered above the world, glowing with golden runes.
One side shimmered with white petals — the deeds of the good.
The other dripped with dark smoke — the weight of evil.
And then… the scale tipped.
Heavily.
Evil outweighed good.
It was a silent omen, seen by only a few — prophets, sages, and those who watched the stars.
A whisper rippled through Dhara-Loka:
"The balance is broken."
But amidst the brewing darkness, far from fear and turmoil, something miraculous was beginning.
In the eastern lands of Dhara-Loka, within the grand estate of House Vyomtara, three newborn cries echoed into the morning sky.
Duchess Elaria Vyomtara, known for her radiant beauty and sky-blue hair, lay in bed cradling her sons.
Her husband, Duke Varesh Vyomtara — a noble warrior with silver-streaked hair and a heart both fierce and gentle — stood beside her, awe and joy etched across his face.
And though no one noticed...
As the triplets were born, petals of light drifted silently from the ceiling, dissolving into their tiny hands.
The babies did not cry — they laughed, as if they already knew the world.
To bless their arrival, Duke Varesh summoned a revered sage from the forest temple: Rishi Vedananda, an elder of divine insight, known across the land.
With his flowing silver beard and golden eyes that seemed to reflect the heavens, the sage examined each child as they lay, strangely calm and observant.
"These children," Vedananda said softly, "are not ordinary. The stars whisper their names… beginning with Aa... Sa... Aaa..."
After days of reflection, blessings, and study of ancestral scrolls, the names were chosen:
Aryan Vyomtara — the firstborn, calm and serene. Silver-gray hair streaked with sky-blue, and matching sky-blue eyes.Sasi Vyomtara — the second, bright and cheerful. Silver-gray hair with playful blue stripes, and eyes like twin moons.Aditya Vyomtara — the youngest, vibrant and fiery. Hair streaked in blue like a comet's trail, and eyes that mirrored the dawn sky.
Each had a different hairstyle and hair pattern — unique, as if shaped by different constellations.
Their arrival filled the halls of Vyomtara with warmth. Even their loyal maid, Runi, took joy in carrying them one by one through the estate with endless love.
Two moons later, Lady Elaria's parents — the retired Duke and Duchess of House Vyomtara — returned from the capital.
Lady Sarvani, elegant and sharp-eyed, with lavender hair streaked in silver.Lord Achintya, wise and towering, clad in robes woven from threads that shimmered like starlight.
They had not yet seen their grandsons.
But the moment they stepped into the nursery, time seemed to slow. Joy blossomed.
Sarvani gently cradled Aryan, while Achintya chuckled as Sasi clung to his beard. Aditya, with his usual spark, reached for both grandparents at once.
Later that day, golden sunlight painted the gardens of Vyomtara Estate.
Lady Elaria stood by the window, light kissing her face as she softly hummed a lullaby.
In her arms, little Aditya wriggled with glee, while Aryan and Sasi sat beside their grandfather, playing with carved wooden animals.
Lord Achintya watched his grandsons with wonder. A man once feared on battlefields now melted at the feel of Sasi's tiny hand gripping his finger.
From a quiet bench nearby, Lady Sarvani observed her daughter — not as a duchess, but as a mother.
"She was so small once," Sarvani whispered with a smile.
"Always asking 'why this?' and 'how that?'… And now, look at her."
Her voice trembled.
"Our little girl… is a mother to three beautiful souls."
Achintya nodded.
"And a fine mother she's become. Graceful like you, Sarvani — but fierce like me."
Sarvani chuckled softly.
"No, she's better than us both."
Later that evening, the family gathered in the central hall.
Aryan toddled toward a music box, fascinated by its gentle tune.
Sasi crawled after him with determination, while Aditya tried to pull himself up using Achintya's leg for support.
Achintya lifted him with care, tossing him lightly into the air.
"You'll fly one day, little flame," he whispered.
Meanwhile, Sarvani braided Elaria's hair. The two women spoke not of politics or legacy, but of lullabies, sleepless nights, and the rhythm of baby laughter.
"I never thought watching you become a mother would feel like this," Sarvani said, brushing a strand of hair.
"You're so calm… so patient."
Elaria smiled, resting her hand over her mother's.
"That's because you were always patient with me."
As the months passed, playful chaos became the new rhythm of Vyomtara.
At just five months old, the triplets began crawling and attempting their first steps.
One warm afternoon, as sunlight streamed through the high windows, Aditya took a bold step forward — only to tumble face-first onto a soft rug.
His small cries echoed through the hall.
Lady Elaria rushed over, scooping him into her arms.
"Shh, my sweet light," she whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead.
"Even the brightest flames fall before they rise."
Nearby, Aryan and Sasi — too young to speak but old enough to feel — watched their brother with wide eyes.
Their mother wrapped all three in a warm embrace, and with a single smile, the crying ceased.
Their story had only just begun.