Throne of Purvakhand

THE LEGEND OF PREVIOUS AEON. A TALE NEVER SAID. A STORY NEVER HEARD. THE PAST HAS AWAKEN. THE PRESENT IS RIDDLED. THE FUTURE IS ALREADY INKED.
Long ago before our time, in an age forgotten: The PITR KALPA, lies a tale never said, a story never heard. A legend of Previous Aeon. A world of diversities and harmony was threw into heat of vengeance and chaos. People were made to believe in stories which they previously had denied. But everything was to change soon. The man whom Trideva had imprisoned in Kaal-Chidra Bandigrah (a prison made of black hole), had made his returned. Incorporeal and invincible and they named him Evil Lord Jakrant. Immortal but still half powered. About thirteen manvantara before, conspired by a group of gods and demons, he was punished by Trideva and was made desperate of his body and shadow. He watched how things change sudden. Ostracized and abused, soon a hero turned into a villain. He want his body and shadow back. Many ages gone and the cost of his wrath was paid by Virnagre, the greatest kingdom on continent Purvakhand that breathed its demolition on his return. The city of glory turned into ashes of ruin. Its legendary warrior were dead or nearly vanished. Sharak, the tyrannical Danava king of Chandier and devotee of Jakrant declared himself as new emperor. For twenty three years the land had been breathing in parts, in a silent crying hoping for return of their Rakshak, THE MAN WHOM FUTURE AWAITS.
Sharak and men of sinister black flag had exploited the life and diversities. They had made the way to bring their lord in his full power. While the sinister were making a door to bring their lord back. Ignored by all, Nandkant and his wife Gita fostered the hope.
Saraswatichandra, a young man unknown to his true origin destroy the door that had been made to take Jakrant to his real body and shadow. He has lit the spark of condemning the evil. A single day had abruptly changed his whole life. He was no more a common human but a reincarnation. The Rakshak mentioned in the prophecy. Jakrant is the same man Anantvir whose stories had inspired Saraswatichandra to stand against Evil. Holding the same Vir blood in his veins, He must continue his journey and unite the unnerved and dispersed Satyarathi warriors.
Jakrant had diagrammed an eerie plot. The Land is imbrued red and the sky is hovered by crows. Enthralled in turmoil of dark silence, the souls will either be drenched in unfathomable shadow of despair or will be sucked with acridity. The truth is deadly. Trust will be betrayed. Every help offered is a conspiracy of silence. For existence lies in belief, the promises will cost havoc. Honour will lie only in battlefield. The vengeance blazed in hearts will burn everything known.
Throne of Purvakhand narrates a saga of Lords and ladies, warriors and wizards, legendary creatures and unimaginable lands, loyalty and betrayal, accepted and ostracized.
But again, it is not the true beginning yet because everything has a shadow and without shadow, it is incomplete. Whether it be great darkness or the great light. Either it be weapons or the stories. Shadow is needed for complete existence and every existence has its own price which Jakrant had paid and Saraswatichandra too will pay. The mist is still to be cleared and the story of great Ashtputras is still to come in light. The secret behind the throne will be revealed.
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