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~Prelude~
"Find him! Search everywhere!" a voice echoed in the forest. That voice belonged to a tall soldier, dressed in a golden suit of armor who had just sent out a command to a group of warriors that drew out their swords as they headed out among the trees on a search. Little did they know that the person they were searching for had gone beyond the forest itself.
Beyond the forest was a young man, running off as he held what appeared to be a young infant in his arms, wrapped in a white cloth. The baby was crying constantly yet the man paid no heed to the the child's cries. As he kept running, he stopped as he reached to the top of a waterfall. He then turned as he saw a soldier come towards him in a calm manner. "Are you sure that this is right?" the soldier asked the young man in an unsure tone.
"This is not a matter of right or wrong. Its a matter of my Lord's pride."
"The one you refer to as Lord is nothing more than a coward for such a deed."
"Don't you dare put a stain upon his name! He is deserving of a legacy. For he was and is a fighter unlike any other."
"So just to give the throne to a common man, you sacrifice the life of an innocent child?"
"Precisely. What must be done shall be done. I care little for this child's life. This child shall not live to see another day where he shall become a hero."
"I can not allow you to do this, sir."
The young man then drew out his sword, pointing it at the soldier's chest. "Dare defy me...and you shall meet your end along with this infant." the young man warned the soldier. The soldier kept quiet as the young man looked at the crying face of the baby. He smirked, "Don't worry little one. Your tears shall be put to an end."
And so, the young man then slowly released the baby down into the waterfall as it let out its cries and the soldier looked on in despair. The young man smirked as the baby had vanished in the flourishing waters. "And now, the infant goes to his watery grave. My Lord shall be pleased now."
As dawn came upon the skies, a group of soldiers made their way on horseback into an ancient and grand kingdom. Such a grand kingdom it was that a royal palace made of pure gold rested high upon a great mountain range. Inside this kingdom, a young woman was laying in bed, surrounded by several people, looking upon her. Her face looked as if she was drained of life almost as she laid in a lifeless state. The group of soldiers made their way towards the room where this young woman was resting. And the head of the soldiers walked over to the young woman.
"I'm sorry, your highness," the head soldier told the woman. "We searched far beyond the kingdom. But we could find no trace of your son. I apologize. But there was nothing we could do."
"How could you?!" an elder woman dressed in gold jewels and a silk purple saree shouted as she stepped forward. "It was your duty to bring back Arnav! And you failed! This can't be!"
"What have I done, Lakshmi?" the young woman asked as a tear dropped down her face. "All I asked was for my son to live. It was my dying wish."
"Don't say that, your highness!" the head soldier told the young woman. "The king may be dead. But you must live! For the sake of our kingdom! Don't let your sickness get the better of you."
"Commander Raghav, I must face reality now," the young woman replied. "My husband was stolen from me. And now I am being called to abode. Someone must be there for him."
"But if you die, your highness, then Raghuveer will take over." Lakshmi said.
"Whatever happens...happens for a reason, Lakshmi," the young woman replied. "You may not have found my son. But I feel something in my heart that says he will be back. Abode it will be decided...who shall rule this kingdom. I may seem delusional. You may think its a result of my illness. But no. Fate may have taken away my husband. But fate shall decide whether my son shall come back. And I have faith in that. With that said, I, Queen Ambalika Aryan, vow that my son will be back one day. He will take back what is rightfully is. Mark my words...mark my words."
Far away, over the kingdom and its seas, there was another world. And within this world, deep in the land of India, further down into a small river, an infant was floating down in the waters, wailing. A young couple passing by on a bridge, noticed the infant easily. "Look! There's a baby there!" the wife pointed out to the husband. The couple ran near the waters and that was when the husband jumped into the waters, swimming towards the crying baby. He grabbed hold of the baby in his right arm as he then swam back towards the bridge where his wife helped him get on. "Thank God we were here! Otherwise who knows what could have happened to the child!" the husband exclaimed.
"Oh poor child," the wife said as she took the crying infant into her arms. "How can someone leave a child in the river like that?!"
"Maybe this is destiny, Rohini. The doctors told you that you wouldn't be able to have a child. But now look. An innocent baby is now left here before us."
"It is quite strange. No matter. This child is now in the right hands. He belongs with us now. I'm just glad he's only an infant. He won't be able to recall the horror he faced here."
"Not at all. Its amazing. Its like the sun has flashed upon us all of a sudden."
"Sun. That's it. We'll name him after the sun. That's right. We'll name him Arun."
"That's all fine. But what's this mark on his hand?"
Rohini looked at the infant's hand, seeing a birthmark of some sort which was in the image of a water symbol, showing the waves of water. "Whatever it is, Vinod," Rohini said. "This infant must be special."
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