The Last Battle — When Fire Burned the Ocean
The Storm... and the Call of Destiny
The sky seemed to mourn today.
Dark clouds rumbled as if the gods themselves were cursed.
Lightning struck the earth again and again, and with every strike, dust, ashes, and fire mixed to paint the sky red.
The wind was fierce—so fierce that even trees broke, and the soil flew up, becoming part of this battle.
On a deserted piece of land, where once a palace had stood, only ruins remained—
broken pillars, statues covered in ash, and in the middle, two existences…
Two souls, representing two opposing powers of creation.
On one side stood Agnivrat—
draped in red, a line of fire etched on his forehead, eyes burning like molten volcanoes.
The air around him shimmered with heat; the earth beneath him seemed scorched, and smoke rose with every breath.
He was the son of fire, yet at this moment, he seemed like a symbol of burning pain itself.
On the other side was Neervrah—
clad in blue, calm-faced, but his eyes held a depth
like storms hidden beneath the ocean.
Every step he took rippled the water, every breath spread coolness.
He was the son of water, yet fire burned even in his eyes.
Lightning crackled between them—
fire and water, destruction and compassion, love and destiny—all colliding.
Agnivrat lifted his sword.
His hands trembled.
His eyes locked on Neer—the same eyes he had spent years unable to resist.
Agnivrat (in a heavy voice):
"Neer… don't do this.
Don't force me…"
Tears streamed from his eyes.
"I don't want to do this, Neer…"
Neervrah smiled.
It wasn't the smile of a god or a mortal, but of a lover
who knew there was no way back.
Neervrah said:
"I'm not doing anything, Agni…
It's you who are acting. I'm just trying to stop you."
His words vanished into the wind.
But that single sentence pierced Agnivrat's heart.
He lowered his sword, stepping back.
Tears still shone in his eyes.
"Why…?" he asked Neer.
"We only loved… then why this curse?"
Neervrah's gaze dropped.
He spoke softly,
"Because love is the greatest sin…
when it crosses the limits of destiny."
Agnivrat shivered.
Smoke started rising in the air.
He knew—what was about to happen, he could not stop.
Neervrah cupped a few drops of rain in his palm.
He looked at them, then said:
"Look, Agni…
this water is like me—calm, yet holding a storm within.
And you… you are the fire that can turn this water into steam.
We cannot be together… but we cannot live without each other either."
Agnivrat bowed his head.
No tears in his eyes now, only burning embers.
The water fell from Neer's hands.
Agnivrat (in a broken voice):
"Don't say that, Neer…
I can still stop everything."
Neervrah (softly):
"No, Agni. The time has passed.
Now, only the end remains… and a new beginning."
Neervrah stepped forward.
Agnivrat stepped back.
His heart felt crushed.
He knew—what he did now would burn him forever.
But not doing it would burn the entire world.
The storm intensified.
Lightning tore through the sky.
The earth cracked.
Agnivrat raised his sword.
Neervrah closed his eyes.
Neervrah whispered:
"If my death was meant to come by your hands,
I am grateful…
that even in the last moment, I am surrendered to your fire."
Tears fell from Neer's eyes as Agnivrat's sword shone.
It pierced Neervrah's chest.
In an instant, everything stopped.
The wind ceased.
The rain froze mid-air.
It was as if creation itself held its breath, mourning.
Neervrah's eyes opened.
No tears, no fear—only peace.
He smiled at Agni and said:
"Agni… whenever I am born,
I will recognize you…
And whether you kill me or accept me,
I will come to you in every life."
Then he smiled at Agni—
the smile that shattered Agnivrat's soul.
Agnivrat screamed:
"Neer!!"
His voice was louder than lightning.
The earth shook.
Fire spread all around.
The ruined walls melted.
He fell to his knees beside Neer, holding his head in his lap.
Neervrah's eyes were half-open—he was still speaking.
Agnivrat (whispering):
"I did not kill you, Neer…
I have ended myself."
Neer's breaths stopped.
He left only a faint smile, silent.
The rain began again—slow, sorrowful, like heaven weeping.
Agnivrat's cheeks streamed with fire and tears.
He stood, looked up at the sky, and shouted one last time:
"If this was your game, Destiny…
then hear me! I will break your rules!
No matter how many births it takes…
I will find Neer again!"
Lightning struck as his body engulfed in flames.
Fire and water merged—turning into ash together.
For a few moments, all was still.
Ash rained from the sky.
Above the earth, only two marks remained—one red, one blue.
Slowly, mist spread—
the mist that separates time and birth.
And in that mist, a voice echoed—
"What was incomplete will be completed…
but the price must be paid by the one who dared to love."
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Years ago…
The mist cleared.
The scene changed.
A vast forest appeared.
Green trees, the sound of waterfalls, and birds singing sweetly.
In the center stood an ancient Gurukul—
where the chants of the Vedas echoed,
and every student learned the secrets of creation.
Acharya Vishrayan stood outside the hut.
His gaze was fixed in the distance.
Before him sat a boy—
shoulder-length hair, eyes like fire, and a faint warmth radiating from his body.
He was meditating—perfectly still.
The air around him seemed to pause.
The Acharya smiled.
"This child's radiance is different…
he is born for a purpose."
Another guru approached.
"What is his name, Acharya?"
> "Agnivrat.
He comes bearing the vow of fire itself."
His gaze shifted to the horizon.
By a distant lake, another boy played—clad in blue, water rising from his palms and merging with the sky.
His eyes held the depth of the ocean.
The Acharya's voice turned heavy:
"And when these two meet…
the world will tremble again."
End of Chapter 1
"Years ago… when Agnivrat and Neervrah first met."