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"Desire shapes destiny."
Those were the first words whispered by the wind on the night the world changed.
Some said it was a prophecy.
Some said it was a curse.
The truth?
It was both.
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🌊 The River's Mist
Moonlight shone on the River Serin.
Its waters glittered like glass, alive with a strange, otherworldly light.
Mist coiled above it, as if the river itself breathed.
King Aryan, ruler of Aryagarh, rode through the fog.
His heart pounded for reasons he could not explain.
Something—no, someone—was calling him.
Suddenly, the mist parted.
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🌸 The Lady of the River
A woman stood on the riverbank.
She wore white, her hair flowing like the river itself.
Her beauty was so breathtaking that the stars seemed to dim.
Aryan stopped.
His voice trembled.
> "Who are you?"
The woman smiled faintly.
> "Does it matter, King Aryan?
If I told you I was not of this world… would you still love me?"
Without hesitation, he said:
> "Yes. Whoever you are, you are mine."
Her eyes gleamed with something ancient—joy mixed with sorrow.
> "Then marry me. But you must swear this:
Whatever I do, you will not question me.
Break this vow, and I will leave you forever."
Blinded by love, Aryan swore the oath.
That night, destiny began to weave its web.
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💔 Seven Sons Lost
Their love burned bright.
The palace rejoiced when Seriya bore her first child.
But joy turned to horror.
On the night of his birth, Seriya carried the baby to the river… and drowned him.
Aryan watched from the shadows, tears burning his eyes.
But he said nothing.
He remembered his vow.
This tragedy repeated seven times.
Seven sons born.
Seven sons taken by the river.
The kingdom whispered.
The king stayed silent.
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🌑 The Eighth Child
When the eighth child was born, Aryan could no longer endure it.
He followed Seriya to the river, his heart breaking.
> "No more!" he shouted.
"You will not take this one. Tell me why, Seriya! Who are you?"
The river roared.
Seriya's eyes blazed with divine light.
> "You broke your vow, Aryan."
The mist swirled violently around them.
> "These were not mortal children," she said.
"They were Eight Celestial Spirits, cursed to be born as mortals.
By returning them to the river, I freed them.
But this one—this final soul—will live."
She held the baby close, her voice trembling.
> "He will grow to be the greatest warrior this world has ever seen.
But his life will be bound by an oath so terrible, it will shape the fate of generations."
Before Aryan could speak, light swallowed her.
The river consumed them both.
When the glow faded, Seriya was gone.
Only the wind whispered, "Remember this night."
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☀️ The Return
Years passed.
One dawn, the river shone like gold.
From its depths rose a young man—tall, strong, his eyes burning with the fire of the gods.
This was Arivan, son of Seriya.
The people knelt.
Aryan wept.
The prophecy had begun.
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🌑 Narrator's Closing
> "A vow can protect.
A vow can destroy.
This was only the first oath.
The wheel of fate had just begun to turn."