Beijing, China — December 12, 2512
The year was ending, but Beijing never slept.
In 2212, the city had risen into the sky. There were no traffic jams on the ground anymore. The roads below were quiet, clean, and empty. All movement happened above—in the air.
Flying vehicles moved through glowing lanes, guided by floating signals. UFO-shaped transports stopped, turned, and flowed smoothly, just like old cars once did on roads.
Animals no longer existed in the city. Instead, robotos—machines shaped like animals—walked beside humans. They guarded children, assisted elders, and filled the silence left by extinct life.
Every human carried a personal AI, a constant guide that whispered advice, calculated risks, and protected its owner in a world ruled by technology.
Yet, nature still survived.
Trees stood inside invisible energy shells, protected from pollution and harm. Guardians watched over them carefully. In a future built by machines, trees were treated as sacred.
This was Beijing.
One of the most respectful schools in the city was TNV.
Unlike the mainstream institutions, TNV focused on one thing above all else: history.
Students there learned about ancient Earth, forgotten wars, lost civilizations, and legends most people believed to be myths.
Evening classes were dismissed as was the routine.
Among them was a small boy named Himanchu, whose fingers were all tarred by ink due to continuous writing in class. He readjusted his bag and started to walk home by his usual route.
But today, there was blockage on the path.
The air was filled with floating warning signs.
"SPACE-X PROJECT ACTIVE
CHAIN WALL: EARTH TO MARS
"METEOR DEFENSE DEPLOYMENT"
A newly discovered meteor had caused the city to shut down some routes.
Himanchu stopped
He didn't know another way.
Beside him stood his robotic friend, Mr. T, its metal eyes surveying the scene.
"Mr. T," asked Himanchu in
'How do we go home now?'
"Calculating," Mr. T replied
"Alternate route available. Forest path. Safe. Calm. Low traffic."
"The forest?" Himanchu said
"Yes," said Mr. T. "Recommended
They started walking.
After a moment, Mr. T spoke again.
"Suggestion: activate VR mode. Online sky-game available during travel."
Himanchu smiled
Mr. T put the VR headset over his eyes.
The world changed.
Floating islands would appear in the sky, and along with this, players raced on clouds, whose movement would be displayed on glowing scoreboards, and digital winds would roar past him. Though his physical body would be walking, Himanchu had flown above.
Then—
"The game glitched."
The colors flickered.
The sound went off.
A heavy pressure filled his chest.
The world of VR dissolved.
His headset was pulled off his face, and Himanchu stumbled forward, landing on the ground.
Silence.
No flying traffic.
No lights.
No game.
He stood in ruins.
Then he looked up.
A 112-foot statue loomed above him, its stone battered and weathered but still emitting power. This was not the future he had imagined. This was ancient.
Goosebumps appeared on his arms.
At its base, a plaque rested, shrouded in dust. Himanchu cleaned it.
The words caused his heart to race.
LORD ARJUN — SAVIOR OF HUAX
His fingers trembled as he touched the engraving.
A sudden jolt of energy surged upward through his arm.
Not pain.
Recognition.
Like the statue knew him.
Himanchu ran home.
Inside their floating apartment, his 130 years old grandfather sat calmly, peeling synthetic fruits. The old man had one cybernetic eye that glowed when moving.
Himanchu entered the room
"Grandpa! Who is Lord Arjun?"
The fruit was dropped from the old man's hand.
He froze.
"How…. do you know that name?" he asked, and his voice was sharp and shaken.
"I saw him," said Himanchu hurriedly. "A statue. It reacted to my touch."
The old man slowly got up from his seat. His cybernetic eye gleamed as it scanned Himanchu's face.
"Arjun," he said, his voice trembling,
"was my grandfather"
"Himanchu's
"And now," the old man went on, moving closer,
"His blood runs through your veins."
Himanchu took a step
"My… blood
"Yes," the old man said. "You felt the statue, didn't you? That power doesn't awaken for strangers."
"Himanchu swallowed
"Who was he, Grandpa? A superhero? Like Superman?"
The old man gave a slow and serious smile.
"He was more than Superman," he said.
"He was a warrior, a protector, and the one who saved this world when history was about to end."
He raised a hand, and a hologram appeared.
Floating mountains rose in the air.
Next, two huge dragons appeared.
"One dragon was wounded and bleeding gold."
The other coiled protectively around ten glowing diamonds, guarding them with silent fury.
The air grew heavy.
"Those dragons," the old man said, "are not legends. They protected Shambala."
Himanchu's voice shook
"What is Shambala
But before the old man could respond, Mr. T rolled forward, its eyes shining brightly.
"Legend detected," Mr. T said with excitement.
"High-level historical entity: Lord Arjun. Probability of world-saving event: extreme."
Himanchu looked at the robot.
"Even you know him?"
"Affirmative," replied Mr. T. "But incomplete data. Further access required."
The old man nodded slowly.
"Before you know Arjun," he said,
"you must first know Shambala"
He moved towards a door which Himanchu had never seen open before.
A sealed door.
The old man put his hand on a small socket on the wall.
A Blue Diamond floated out of a hidden compartment from within.
Himanchu gas
He had never seen anything like it. The diamond sparkled softly, being full of life.
"What is that?" Himanchu whispered.
"The key," the old man replied.
He inserted the Blue Diamond into the lock.
The room responded instantly.
Access granted.
For the first time in 100 years, the door has opened.
Gold filled the room.
Ancient Weapons.
Artifacts
Crowns
Every single item bore the symbol of a dragon.
At the center, resting on a stone stand, was one book.
The old man went in, took the book, then secured the room, closing the door which locked itself, concealing the truth again.
He handed over the book to Himanchu's shaking hands.
SHAMBALA – THE DRAGON'S PROPHE
The book opened by itself.
The first words glowed softly:
"Welcome to Shambala"