Long ago, when the world was new, magic flowed like rivers through the earth. Humans, mythical creatures, and spirits of nature lived side by side. All were equal. There was no love, no hate—only balance. But soon, hearts began to stir. Love and hate were born, first as whispers, then as roaring fires that would change the world forever. In those early days, there were two great clans: the Snake Clan, rooted deep in the forests, and the Eagle Kingdom, ruling the skies. The Snake Clan King was ancient and wise. His Queen bore him seven children, each blessed with unique gifts. But the youngest daughter—she was the jewel of them all. Her beauty was like sunlight on emerald leaves. Birds would gather to sing wherever she went. Her laughter could calm storms. Far above, the Eagle King ruled. His Queen had died giving birth to twin sons. The elder was cruel and ambitious, feared by all. The younger was gentle and wise, loved by the people. Even the king adored him, but the elder, bitter and hungry for power, lingered like a dark shadow over the skies. --- One day, the Eagle Prince, lonely and restless, wandered into the Dark Hay Forest. The trees twisted like hands reaching for the heavens, their roots thick and knotted. The golden hay beneath his feet smelled of earth, decay, and rain yet to fall. By the blood-red river, he saw her. She moved with the grace of water itself, playing with the river as if it belonged to her. Her laughter rang like bells in the still forest, and in that instant, the Eagle Prince felt a strange, dizzying warmth in his chest. Love. He stepped closer, careful not to frighten her. “Who… who are you?” he asked. “I am… just someone who likes the river,” she replied, her voice soft as wind through leaves. Days became weeks. They walked among the trees, shared stories, dreams, and secrets. Friendship grew, and then, quietly, love. But a shadow lingered: a terrible curse. “If I love,” she whispered one evening, “I will have to take the heart of the one I love… and drain every drop of blood from them. I cannot—” The Eagle Prince’s eyes widened. “But that cannot be true! We could… find a way—” She shook her head, tears glimmering in the riverlight. “Love is meant to give life, not take it. I cannot let this happen.” --- Then came the news: she was to marry a noble warrior, a friend of her clan. Rage flared in the Eagle Prince’s heart. On the eve of the wedding, driven by obsession, he kidnapped her, locking her in a room of darkness, air so scarce it seemed the walls themselves were suffocating. But she was no ordinary girl. She was of the Snake Clan. Slowly, silently, she transformed. Her limbs coiled, her body shrank, and she became a serpent. Slithering through a tiny hole meant for air, she escaped into the night, returning to her home. The Eagle Prince discovered her absence and stormed the palace, only to see her married to the warrior. Madness took him. His laughter echoed hollowly, terrifying all who heard. In a single, dreadful instant, the warrior’s head flew from his body. Soldiers tried to stop him, but with a snap of his fingers, they fell lifeless. --- The Snake King rose to defend his people. “You will not harm my family!” he shouted. But the Eagle Prince was unstoppable. The Snake King fell, defeated. The Snake Queen ran to her husband, tears blinding her. She pressed her hands to his chest, feeling the faint flutter of life. With a trembling knife, she pierced both their hearts, choosing to die alongside him. The youngest daughter watched, frozen. Her eyes, once full of love, were now mirrors of grief and despair. She could not intervene. The Eagle Prince turned toward her, reaching out. But her brothers and sisters attacked, turning the hall into a battlefield. By the end, the entire kingdom lay in ruins. Her sorrow turned to rage. In fury, she seized the Eagle Prince’s heart, as the curse demanded, and drained every drop of blood. She had destroyed the one she loved most—the one she had tried to protect. She wanted to die, but the weight of what she had done pressed upon her. --- Believing herself the cause of all destruction, she prayed to the God of the Universe. The God listened. “I will restore all whom you have lost,” the God said, “but you shall not die. I grant you one final chance. After one lakh crore years, you will be reborn. All others will remain dead. If you prevent the destruction in that life, I will restore your era and all your loved ones.” With that promise, she ended her life, surrendering to fate. Her soul would wander through time, reborn in another age, carrying the weight of love, rage, and destiny. And so she waits—perhaps already walking among mortals—carrying her mission, a silent legend, a spark of vengeance, and a hope that one day, she might restore what was lost.