The Legend Before Time

Episode Four

The Legend Before Time

The battlefield burned.

Flames devoured sacred forests that had stood for thousands of years. Crystal towers shattered under relentless attacks, their glowing fragments falling from the sky like broken stars. The once-peaceful Kingdom of Indriya had become a land of smoke, blood, and fear.

Dark clouds twisted above the kingdom, spreading across the heavens like giant serpents. Purple lightning struck the crystal mountains while powerful winds ripped through villages.

Screams echoed everywhere.

Warriors fought desperately to protect their homeland.

Mothers shielded their children.

Healers rushed through the chaos, trying to save the wounded.

But no matter how hard they fought, the darkness kept advancing.

At the center of the battlefield stood the man responsible for it all.

King Arthurel.

The Black King.

The ruler of the Second Kingdom.

The monster whispered about in legends.

The destroyer feared across countless worlds.

His black armor gleamed beneath the burning sky. Dark energy flowed from his body like living shadows. His massive sword dragged across the earth, leaving a trail of molten stone behind him.

Every step he took felt like a death sentence.

THUD.

The ground cracked.

THUD.

A crystal wall collapsed.

THUD.

An entire squad of soldiers stepped back in fear.

Prince Aryamaan watched from the stairs of the Crystal Palace.

His heart pounded heavily.

This was not merely a king.

This was a force of destruction.

A walking catastrophe.

Yet despite the fear spreading through the kingdom, Indriya still had its defenders.

The greatest warriors ever trained under the teachings of Chakra.

The Champions of Indriya.

One by one, they stepped onto the battlefield.

The first was Master Rudraka.

The Guardian of the Earth Core.

He was a giant among men, standing nearly eight feet tall. His crystal armor seemed carved directly from the mountains themselves. Ancient golden symbols glowed across his skin.

For decades he had protected the borders of Indriya.

Entire armies feared his name.

Rudraka raised both arms toward the heavens.

The earth trembled.

Mountains shook.

Cracks spread across the battlefield.

Then massive crystal pillars erupted from beneath the ground.

Hundreds of them.

Each larger than a palace tower.

They surged toward Arthurel like divine spears.

The soldiers of Indriya cheered.

Surely even the Black King could not survive such power.

But Arthurel simply smiled.

Then he swung his sword.

A single strike.

Nothing more.

The crystal pillars exploded instantly.

Thousands of fragments filled the sky.

The shockwave ripped across the battlefield.

Rudraka was thrown backward like a broken doll.

His massive body crashed through several buildings before disappearing into the rubble.

Silence spread through the battlefield.

The impossible had happened.

The strongest earth warrior of Indriya had fallen.

Then another champion stepped forward.

Lady Vaishnavi.

Mistress of the Water Core.

Unlike Rudraka, she appeared calm and graceful.

Blue energy swirled around her body like flowing rivers. Her silver robes danced in the wind as she slowly closed her eyes.

The skies darkened.

The rivers surrounding the kingdom began rising into the air.

Gasps spread through the crowd.

An entire ocean appeared above the battlefield.

The water twisted and transformed.

One dragon emerged.

Then another.

Then dozens more.

Gigantic serpents made entirely of water filled the sky.

Their roars echoed like thunder.

Vaishnavi pointed toward Arthurel.

The dragons attacked.

The heavens disappeared beneath an endless wave of destruction.

For a moment, hope returned to the people of Indriya.

Then darkness exploded outward.

A black aura erupted from Arthurel's body.

BOOOOOM!

The ocean vanished.

The dragons evaporated.

The clouds disappeared.

The attack was erased as if it had never existed.

Vaishnavi collapsed to her knees.

Blood dripped from her lips.

Her eyes widened with disbelief.

She had unleashed her strongest technique.

And Arthurel had destroyed it without effort.

Fear began spreading through the kingdom.

Champion after champion was falling.

Then came the greatest warrior of them all.

General Agnivar.

Master of the Fire Core.

Commander of the Royal Guardians.

Golden flames covered his body.

His presence alone heated the battlefield.

The air trembled around him.

The ground melted beneath his feet.

He was the strongest warrior Indriya had produced in generations.

The soldiers cheered as he stepped forward.

Their hope returned.

If anyone could stop Arthurel, it was Agnivar.

The general raised his sword.

Fire erupted across the battlefield.

Entire rivers of flame burst from the earth.

The sky turned red.

The battlefield transformed into an inferno.

"Face me, Black King!" Agnivar roared.

For the first time, Arthurel stopped walking.

For the first time, he looked interested.

The two warriors charged.

Their swords collided.

The impact shook the kingdom.

Fire and darkness exploded across the heavens.

Every clash sounded like thunder.

Every strike shattered the ground.

Aryamaan watched in awe.

Neither warrior looked human anymore.

They appeared like ancient gods fighting for the fate of creation itself.

The battle continued.

Minutes felt like hours.

The kingdom held its breath.

Then suddenly—

Everything stopped.

Arthurel caught Agnivar's sword with one hand.

The battlefield fell silent.

The general's eyes widened.

No one had ever blocked his blade.

Arthurel tightened his grip.

CRACK.

The legendary sword shattered into pieces.

The sound echoed across the kingdom.

Then Arthurel struck.

The blow sent Agnivar flying beyond the horizon.

The greatest warrior of Indriya had fallen.

Despair spread through the battlefield.

There was nobody left.

Nobody except Aryamaan.

As Arthurel turned toward the Crystal Palace, something strange happened.

The winds stopped.

The flames froze.

The sounds of battle vanished.

Time itself seemed to pause.

Then a voice echoed through reality.

Ancient.

Infinite.

Older than existence.

Aryamaan felt his vision blur.

Suddenly he was somewhere else.

A place beyond time.

A place before creation.

There were no stars.

No planets.

No life.

Only darkness.

And within that darkness stood three beings.

The First Ones.

The creators of all existence.

Indriya.

Chakra.

And Shunya.

Indriya appeared as a woman made entirely of starlight. Thousands of glowing eyes floated around her body. Each eye contained a different future.

She saw every truth.

Every lie.

Every destiny.

Nothing could be hidden from her.

Beside her stood Chakra.

A colossal warrior whose body contained entire galaxies. Suns burned within his chest. Nebulas moved across his skin.

Life followed every step he took.

Worlds were born from his will.

Creation itself obeyed him.

Then Aryamaan saw the third being.

Shunya.

The King of the Void.

The Forgotten One.

The Shadow Beyond Reality.

He had no true form.

Sometimes Aryamaan saw a man.

Sometimes a crown floating in darkness.

Sometimes nothing at all.

Yet his presence felt endless.

Lonely.

Broken.

The vision revealed the beginning of existence.

Chakra created countless worlds.

Indriya guided civilizations toward wisdom.

Life spread across the universe.

But Shunya watched from the shadows.

Alone.

Ignored.

Forgotten.

Eventually he spoke.

"Creation brings suffering."

But nobody listened.

Not Chakra.

Not Indriya.

And so resentment grew.

Then came war.

A war that lasted millions of years.

Galaxies burned.

Stars died.

Entire realities collapsed.

The universe itself nearly ceased to exist.

At the end of the war, Chakra shattered into seven divine fragments.

Indriya sacrificed her physical form to save existence.

And Shunya was sealed beyond reality.

Yet before disappearing into the Void, he made a promise.

A promise that echoed through eternity.

"I will return."

The vision shattered.

Aryamaan gasped.

Pain exploded within his chest.

Golden light burst from his body.

A symbol appeared above his heart.

The Heart Fragment of Chakra.

At the same moment, his right eye began glowing silver.

The Last Eye of Indriya.

King Viraat stared in horror.

The prophecy was true.

Aryamaan was not merely the Prince of Delta.

He carried the power of the First Beings themselves.

He was the chosen heir of both Chakra and Indriya.

The only person capable of facing the coming darkness.

Across the battlefield, Arthurel watched silently.

For the first time since arriving, surprise appeared on his face.

Then he smiled.

Not with cruelty.

Not with hatred.

But with recognition.

As if he had finally found the person he had been searching for.

"The awakening has begun," Arthurel said.

His crimson eyes glowed beneath the burning sky.

"The Void is returning."

The heavens darkened.

The stars disappeared.

A terrible silence spread across the battlefield.

Then Arthurel spoke words that froze every soul present.

"When Shunya returns..."

His smile widened.

"...you will finally learn who the real villain was."

And somewhere beyond reality itself, in a prison older than time, something opened its eyes.

To Be Continued...

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