Hi, there …! I’m Eshwar P V, a fellow friend of yours. I’m pursuing my studies in Information science engineering at Bangalore.This is my first blog and I shall pull you into my fantasy world of my ancient war myth story ,which had been haunting in my mind for past 3 years, and I would like to say a word of gratitude to my fellow buddy Anubhav Sinha, who invited and been very supportive in this try of mine.
An epic of 100 BC, An Era where by conquering mere lands, the Kings felt as the gods of the blue planet and the kings of kings, the emperors conceited as the lords of universe, who themselves forgot they were miniscule creatures, created by the creator of the universe, the almighty itself.
By the selfish semblance of crowned heads, the blood shedding, blood thirsty soldiers were made to be believe that ‘War’ was a divine art and they were the skilled artists of it, the artists who painted the war fields with BLOOD and the face of many with tears.
The astute warlords superstitiously fantasized the warriors as, slaughtering men was the highest veneration towards their almighty rather than slaughtering bulls. The God hallucinated soldiers believed, they possess no weakness, but the monarchs planted the weakness in the disguise of Divinity towards Almighty and harvested the victory from them.
The men ploughing lands were slandered as dastard and imbecile minded soldiers were dignified as prima donna. It was the age were instead of water, Crops fostered with the Blood of men who thrived to defend their lands.
Among the self-acclaiming godly kings, there existed a true demon, a Emperor who was fearsomely infamous for his pure evilness, a war against his kingdom was to be called as war against hell and the soldiers were feared as devils with shields and swords, as the king was a form of pure cruelty, ruling the empire of hell. Even the bravest souls would feel weak to knees and nerves, when the name of his was whispered. But the kings were at peace as the demon never declared war across continents, they saw the oceans separating the empire of his and others as separation between hell and heaven as the rulers of land was devil and self-praised godly kings.
But this humanly demon had immense balance of evilness and clemency, this was seen in the hearts of people of his dynasty, they felt blessed to be born in this god’s own monarchy of pleasure ruled by a demigod. It was a heavenly abode for the people in his empire and a hell on earth for the king who even disrespected any aspect of the kingdom. The demonly king was infamous across oceans for his perfect blend of inhuman physique and wit, which was widely spoken while mentioning his inhuman acts which would make even real devils fear and would put gods in rage and tears as they would be reminded, they didn’t possess the fortitude to against him.
They didn’t fear death, they feared death by his means. Death by his means was excruciating pain and catastrophe for both king and the kingdom, and there wouldn’t be a single rock mentioning even the name of kingdom which were devastated by him, the kingdoms would be vanished from history and there existed no people alive to speak of perished dynasties, it was seen as man made natural disasters which left no trace of existence.
I hope that you enjoy the 1st Preview of my story, pls pls pls give me a feedback on how it presented it to you !!
Thanks so much for reading.