The Awakening of Rudra.

The Awakening of Rudra.

The banyan tree ancient and towering, stood like as semantical on the edge of the slum in koderma, not far from the border of, a quaint town nestled in the Seabrook, America. The tree beneath ground and its root still glowed faintly with the golden lights from the serpent's blood that had fallen upon it before serpent soul vanished in air.

Not far from the tree, nestled within the dense cluster of makeshift homes, stood a slum house. It was a structure pf broken bricks, patched tarps, and rustled metal sheets, barely holding itself together against the elements. The rain from the storm had seeped into the cracks, making the walls damp and the air thick with the smell of wet earth.

Inside, in a dimly lit corner of the house, lay a young man, Rudra is just the twenty – one year's young man. He rested on a worn – out cot had seen better days. The bed is creaked under the weight of his frail body, a nd the thin mattress, filled with lumps, offered no comfort. The sheets are white colour, clung to his frame. His skin was pale, almost ashen, and his breath was shallow, so faint that one could easily mistake him for being dead. His heartbeat was lowing, each pulse weaker than the last.

The room was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of rain dripping through the holed on the roof. Outside =, life continued in the slum, but inside, the air was thick with the weight of something unknown, something dark and ancient.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a soft hiss, it was almost imperceptible at first, like the sound of steam escaping a boiling kettle, but it grew louder, more insistent. A ghostly light flickered near the ceiling, casting strange, shifting shadows on the walls.

And the, without warning the serpent's soul appeared.

The seven headed serpent deity, who's from had once twisted and coiled above the banyan tree, now shimmered in the darkness of the room. Its ethereal body glowed with a faint blue light, and its heads, crowned with glowing azure eyes, gazed down at the unconscious Rudra. The serpent moved silently, its massive from slipping through the air as if it weighed nothing. It hisses filled the room, a sound both eerie and hypnotic.

One by one, the serpent's seven heads circled Rudra's body. And then with a final, ominous hiss. It plunged into him.

Rudra's body trembled violently. His chest heaved as if struggling to draw breath, and his limbs jerked as though electrified. His fingers clawed at the bedsheet, and his mouth opened in a silent gasp. His heart, which had been barely beating moment ago, now a raced as if turning to catch up to the life that had retuned to him.

With a sudden, sharp inhale, Rudra's eyes flew open.

But they were not the eyes of the young man who had once lain there. Helpless and unconscious. His iris glowed an intense, unnatural blue, shimmering like the azure sky after a storm. His breath coma in ragged gasps, the sound of each exhale harsh and loud in the stillness of the room. For a moment, Rudra sat upright in the bed, his body rigid and tense. The glow in his eyes flickered as though something deep inside him was awakening. He blinked once, then twice, and when he opened his eyes again, the blue glow was gone, replaced by deep, dark black. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he slowly regained control of his body.

"Seven million years…" he muttered under his breath, his voice horse and unfamiliar to his own ears. "So much time… too long… but this body…. It's different."

He lifted hand and stared at them in disbelief. They were thin, pale and trembling slightly, but they were his, or were they? His mind was haze of confusion. His memories felt like fragment of the life long forgotten, slipping in and out of his consciousness like fleeting shadows.

"This body… only seven years have passed here," he murmured. "But for me… it's whole seven millions of years." Flashes of memory began to flood his mind, sharp and vivid. He remembered that days even yarrs ago, as clearly as if it had just happened. He and his father had been driving along a winding road, the tree on either side a blur of green. They were laughing talking about something trivial, when it happened – a crash, the sound of metal twisting, glass shattering. He remembered the moment his consciousness slipped away, his body trapped in the wreckage while his soul seemed to drift, torn away from the world he knew.

"My father…" Rudra whispered, his heart tightening. "The accident…" his soul had been separated from his body, thrown into a strange and distant realm – the divine realm. He had wandered there, lost, without a body to anchor him to the world. Time had flowed differently there, eons passing in the blink of an eyes. He had seen things, experienced things no human ever should, and now he was back. But nothing made sense. With a heavy sigh, Rudra let his gaze wandered around the small, cramped room. His confusion deepened as he took in the sight of the rotting wooden furniture, the cracked walls, the leaking ceiling. The place was unfamiliar, alien. It was nothing like the life he had known before the accident.

"Where am I?" he muttered, panic beginning to creep into his voice. "What is this place? What is my body doing here?"

He pushed the thin bedsheet off and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet hitting the cold, damp floor. He tried to stand, but his legs were week, trembling under his weight. His muscles unused for so long, betrayed him.

"Ftaher… where is my father?" Rudra's voice cracked. "Where is my sister?" his mind raced with questions, but there was no answer. Everything felt wrong. The world around him felt wrong. He needed to find them. Needed to understand what had happened. But as he tried to push himself up, his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the floor with a heavy 'Thud.'

The sound echoed through the room, the loud and jarring, he lay there, breathless, his body aching from the impact, the damp floor pressing against his skin. He clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him. Nothing made sense for him…. Nothing.