Chapter 5: The Ghosts of Kurukshetra

U.S. Military Base – Undisclosed Location

Captain David Carter sat in the debriefing room, his hands gripping a cup of cold coffee that had long gone stale. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed softly, a stark contrast to the deafening roars of Kurukshetra that still echoed in his mind.

Across from him sat General Thompson, his weathered face unreadable. A team of intelligence officers surrounded them, their notepads empty, waiting for an explanation.

"Let me get this straight," the General said, folding his arms. "You and your unit were conducting routine operations in the Middle East. Then, you claim to have been transported to an ancient battlefield—one that matches descriptions from the Mahabharata—and you engaged in combat with warriors from 5,000 years ago?"

David exhaled. "Yes, sir."

"Do you have any idea how insane that sounds?"

"I know, General. But we all experienced it. Every single man in my unit saw it. We fought against swords and arrows with bullets and tanks. And they… they fought back. They weren't just some primitive warriors. Some of them—they had magic."

The room fell silent.

One of the intelligence officers, Dr. Evelyn Carter, adjusted her glasses. "Captain, did you say 'magic'?"

David slammed his palm on the table. "I saw a guy shoot a flaming arrow out of nowhere and blow up a helicopter. I saw a man with golden armor tank a direct hit from a machine gun and walk away without a scratch. And the worst part? We saw a god."

The General's jaw tightened. "God?"

David's voice dropped to a whisper. "Krishna."

The room temperature seemed to drop.

Dr. Evelyn frowned. "The Hindu deity?"

"He wasn't just a 'deity,'" David muttered. "We saw him transform. He showed us something… something no human mind should ever witness. And then, with just a wave of his hand, we were back here."

The General sighed, rubbing his temples. "Do you have any physical proof? Any remains of their weapons, their armor?"

David shook his head. "Nothing. It was like we never left. But I swear on my life… it was real."

A tense silence filled the room.

Finally, the General leaned forward. "You realize the implications of what you're saying, Captain? If this is real—if time travel, divine intervention, or whatever the hell this is actually exists—then every major government on Earth will want to harness it. You're telling me we accidentally crossed into a different age. What if it happens again?"

David's gut clenched. "Then, sir… we might be messing with forces we don't understand."