Nestled in the mystical lands of Uttarakhand, India, lies an extraordinary mountain known as Khet Parvat (Khet Mountain). Around the world, many folklore and fairy tales are associated with this mountain. It is believed that Nine powerful divine fairies reside here.
According to the villagers living nearby, the mountain has certain strict, unspoken rules—strong fragrances, brightly colored clothes, and loud noises are strictly prohibited.
Why?
Because it's said that such things attract the attention of the fairies, pulling their energy, and either enchanting or enraging them. But what most people don't know… is the other side of this story.
A magical world, hidden deep within the Khet Mountains—a world built 7,000 years ago by Nine Divine Fairies. A realm where neither full humans nor complete animals exist. The beings here are something else entirely.
The locals call this land"DRISHMAYA—a wondrous and extraordinary magical world, filled with creatures unlike anything seen in the outside world.
Far beyond the ocean's waves, across a journey of endless miles,
lies Swarjan—a small tribe of AGNIYATA Kingdom (The born fire), known for their mastery of magical rhythms and ritual dances,
currently voyaging upon a sea ship, their drums echoing across the tides like heartbeats of fire.
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And this… is the story of one wild, willful girl from that tribe—
Agnira, just Nineteen, spirited and sharp-tongued.
She stood quietly at the edge of the deck,
gazing at the waves with an odd stillness,
as if she could hear secrets whispered by the sea.
Just then, a boy tiptoed behind her, reaching out sneakily for the pouch of sweets tied at her waist.
But before he could blink, Agnira whipped around, kicked his ankle, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him toward the sea—leaving him half-dangling off the edge of the ship.
"How many times do I have to say it?" she snapped.
"Stop eyeing my sweets, or one day you'll lose your life instead of just your pride."
Clinging to the rail, the boy looked down at the roaring sea below, pale with fear.
"Forgive me, Agnira! Y-you can have all my sweets if you want! Just please… let me live!"
Just then, a girl and a boy clap from behind. The girl whistles loudly and says to the boy beside her,
"Come on, Tal, hand over the coins in your shirt pocket."
"I told you. Even without any magic, there's no one in this whole tribe more alert than Agnira." .
Agnira lets go of the other boy and warns,
"Don't jump into someone else's fight unless you're ready for the bruises. Remember that next time."
The boy stumbles away, humiliated.
Tal tosses a coin to the girl, and both of them step forward to stand beside Agnira.
Agnira raises an eyebrow, amused.
"You two almost killed that poor guy today."
Tal shrugs, pointing at the girl,
"This was all Jhumki's idea. She's been making money across the whole ship by placing bets in your name."
Agnira chuckles,
"Well, then that's fair. Go on, hand me my share of the profits."
During their sea voyage, the trio stand quietly, waiting for their destination to appear across the distant edge of the ocean.
Darkness had settled over the waves, but the night aboard the ship was anything but silent.
All across the deck, the Swarjan people—each with their own enchanted instruments—gathered around a blazing fire, playing and singing. Their mystical melodies filled the air, sending ripples of rhythm across the ocean like whispers from another world.
Suddenly, the tribe leader stood tall, her voice cutting through the music like wind through fire:
"We're nearing the borders of the VANRAKSHK kingdom,"
"Tommorow at sunrise , we enter in the capital city -Simrath" she declared.
"King Kesari himself has invited us to the coronation of his crown prince. "
"All five elemental realms of DRISHMAYA will be present. "
"The time has come for us to prove the power of our magic, power of Swarjan ."
"And the soul of our rhythm. Begin the final practice for the grand celebration."
The tribe erupted into joyful energy. Instruments clashed and harmonized.
Girls stepped into the circle, spinning and swaying with practiced elegance.
Agnira, Jhumki, and Tal sat peacefully to the side, watching the glowing celebration unfold.
Jhumki nudged Agnira and grinned.
"Why aren't you dancing tonight? I'm sure your beauty could steal Audience heart with one move."
Agnira smirked, eyes fixed on the flames.
"My steps and expressions demand music that can actually match them,"she said.
"These sweet, feathery tunes lack the strength to match my fire."
One of the lead dancers (Tribe leader's daughter ) overheard and paused mid-spin, raising a sharp brow.
"We all know you're a great protector without any spiritual powers, Agnira."
"But this isn't a fight—it's a dance. It needs skill soul's enchanted voice... and dance which our tribe have except you.""
"An Agniyata"
" ' Oh Sorry ' skill soul less Agniyata " she said with a laugh.
Agnira replied smoothly,
"Skillsoul less " she scoffed.
" So are u saying that this tribe , ups! SkillSouls guarded by a powerless girl"
"I am skill learner , so Neither battle nor dance is beyond me."
The dancer, now clearly provoked, snapped,
"If you're that' confident , challenge me —if you dare."
Just then, the Tribe Mother raised her hand again.
"Enough!" Her voice carried both command and care. Her eyes lingered on Agnira.
"Agnira," she said softly, " This tribe has always considered you a daughter. Do not let your pride become an insult to them."
Agnira bowed deeply.
"Forgive me, Tribe Mother. My words were sharp, but I meant no disrespect. "
"I only told Niritya that I can dance better even without using any Skill Soul power."
The Tribe Mother's gaze hardened, her voice strong and deliberate.
"Agnira, among the Five Kingdoms, we of Agniyata are the only ones who do not possess Soul Beasts."
"We are Skill Souls , our skills are our power."
" Everyone here knows that despite not being born with a Skill Soul of your own, you have learned much through sheer determination. "
"No one denies your strength. But this ceremony is not an ordinary gathering. This is a sacred event witnessed by all kingdoms. "
"Enough of this quarrel. Everyone, return to practice!"
Niritya, her eyes burning with challenge, stepped forward.
"Maa!… grant me permission. Let me put an end to her arrogance today."
"She thinks copying skills and practicing them makes her equal to us—but there is a vast difference between possessing a Skill Soul and merely imitating one. Let her see it with her own eyes."
The Tribe Mother's voice cut sharp.
"Niritya, sit down!"
But Niritya shook her head defiantly.
"No, Maa, Today, she will dance first. Only then will we resume practice."
" And for her performance, none of our team will play the music. Let her manage with the help of her little friends, may be they match their dance."
Agnira smirked.
"I accept. But if I defeat you, it won't be you dancing at ceremony—it will be me."
Niritya laughed.
"Fine "
"But when you defeat me…"
The Tribe Leader drew in a quiet breath before nodding.
"Very well. As tradition demands, we need the best dancer to lead."
Agnira smiled, her fire ignited.
As the Tal played his tabla with precision, while Jhumki strummed the veena, weaving a melody that shimmered like moonlight on water.
And then—Agnira stepped forward.
Wearing a leather coat over her fitted pant, Her feet began to move—syncing perfectly with every beat of the drum.
She took a long scarf from near by a girl. Flying and waving it .
Each step was sharp like a warrior's strike, yet graceful like flame in the wind. Her hands danced in the air, her fingers storytelling with every flick.
Her eyes, intense and glinting, held the crowd like a spell. Even her scarf flowed behind her like wildfire.
One by one, the surrounding players fell silent—unable to match her. Only Jhumki and Tal continued, their music clinging to Agnira's rhythm like shadows to flame.
Time blurred. People forgot to breathe.
And Agnira?
She didn't just dance.
She commanded the night—
like her name, born of fire.
Everyone was in a trance—intoxicated by the rhythm of the dance and the surge of energy.
Tribe leader also affect.
In that frenzy, Agnira's coal-black eyes… changed.
A strange vision appeared in them—blue flowers blooming like illusions.
Her hair's change into rainbow colour, a blue spiritual aura around her.
This magic enhance her beauty.
Unaware of what was happening, she was unknowingly spreading her powers over the sea.
Suddenly, a wave rose from the ocean and crashed against the ship.
A powerful splash of water drenched them all.
People began to regain consciousness from their hypnotic state.
The tribe leader had come to her senses too.
Her gaze fell on Agnira, and she was startled to see the girl surrounded by a shimmering blue spiritual energy.
But the moment her eyes lingered on Agnira's hair and eyes, her expression shifted instantly from surprise to deep concern.
Voices stirred around them as the people nearby began to regain their senses, but without a second thought, she grabbed Agnira's hand and quickly pulled her inside before anyone else could notice.
"You will not dance at ceremony ."
Agnira, angry, pushed her hand away, "You know Agnira doesn't tolerate betrayal." Her eyes more glow blue.
"You gave me your word," she said, voice shaking. "Or are you just... afraid I defeated your daughter?"
The tribe leader closed her eyes briefly, then let out a soft whistle—just enough to momentarily still Agnira's anger.
She gently held her arm and brought her near a polished glass surface.
"Now look... look at your eyes. Are these really yours?"
Agnira blinked, startled, her hands rushing to her face. Then a grin spread across her lips, her eyes glittering with delight.
"Ohhh—this is me? This is really me?!" She twirled a little, laughing breathlessly.
"I knew it! I knew I was special all along! Look at these eyes—so dazzling, so powerful—ha! Even the stars can't compete with me!"
Her fingers slipped into her long, colorful strands of hair, letting them flow through her hands like a rainbow. She gasped dramatically.
"And my hair… gods, look at it! "
She clapped her hands, almost like a child, her voice bubbling over with excitement.
"WOO! Finally! My powers—my own beautiful, unstoppable spiritual powers! This is mine… all mine!"
The Tribe Leader grasped Agnira firmly by the shoulders, steadying her. Looking deep into her eyes, she spoke softly yet with weight.
"Agnira… Agnira, calm yourself."
Her voice carried both tenderness and command. "Your spiritual powers are truly extraordinary… unique beyond compare.
But remember—We are Agniyata, no one bears colors such as yours. And blue… blue has never been seen, not even once."
Her gaze lingered, heavy with concern.
"Even your eyes… they do not look like any soul beast known to us. Things as rare as this are often as dangerous as they are wondrous."
The firelight flickered across her face as she lowered her voice to a warning.
"Until we fully understand the nature of your powers, you must keep them hidden. Do you hear me? Hidden from everyone. Promise me, Agnira—guard them well."
Everyone had regained consciousness and quietly returned to their rooms to rest.
But Agnira… her mind was a storm of questions — questions about the powers she had never known she possessed.
An orphaned girl who had always believed she was powerless, who had only learned basic charms and self-defense to survive… now stood shaken.
Her eyes still blooming with blue flower.
Once again, She stood alone near the sea covered her hairs and eyes with hood cap , searching for answers in the crashing waves.
Behind her, the tribe mother approached — her presence as calm as dusk settling over the waters. She looked at Agnira's face, those glowing blue eyes, and her flickering colorful hairs in cap.
"I thought this would fade with time," she whispered, almost to herself.
With a soft hum, she brought her fingers to her lips and let out a sweet, lilting whistle — one so gentle and pure that even the raging sea seemed to still in reverence.
The moment the melody flowed through the air, the blue glow in Agnira's eyes flickered and then vanished, dissolving like mist at dawn.
Her hair color also vanished.
The tribe mother pulled out the flute from her belt and gently handed it to Agnira.
"You'll keep this with you now," she said softly.
"You're going to the palace soon, and you must remain cautious. Do not engage in any confrontation involving fierce beasts or powerful magic."
" And whenever your heart feels unsettled, play this flute… and let your mind find peace."
She placed a hand on Agnira's shoulder. "We'll soon uncover what your powers truly are."
As she turned to leave, Agnira suddenly called out, her voice trembling, "Am I truly… a daughter of this tribe?"
The tribe mother paused, then slowly turned back with a calm smile. "You grew up among us since you were a child. And after all these years, now you doubt it?"
"Believe in yourself."
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Finally, the caravan had arrived. Ship had reached its destination — VANRAKSHK kingdom-The Guardian of Forest.
For the grand festival, people from all five kingdoms and their unique tribal clans had gathered.
As they stepped into the lush, echoing heart of the forest, Jhumki whispered with wide eyes,
"I heard King Kesari of theVanrakshakis incredibly powerful. "
" His hair is thick and white, and his claws… long and curled. They say one swipe of his paw can slice through the thickest stone like paper."
Before anyone could respond, everyone's gaze was pulled toward the sky.
"Look!" someone gasped. "Flying fairies?"
Tribe Mother corrected calmly, "They're not fairies. They are the Hans (swan)Clan."
Jhumki leaned closer to her. "Which kingdom do they belong to?"
Tribe Mother's voice lowered with awe."The most powerful of them all — AAKASHVANSHI – The Sky born."
Just then, the sky dimmed.
A deep, unsettling shadow spread across the gathering.
Everyone looked up.
A massive eagle with wide, powerful wings glided above them, its shadow casting an overwhelming presence on the ground.
Agnira narrowed her eyes. "That... is no ordinary mount."
Tribe Leader stepped forward, his voice firm. "That's not just any mount. That's King Aakesh of the Aakashvanshi."
"Down your head"
As the eagle began its descent, the crowd below instinctively bowed their heads. Silence fell. Respect filled the air.
Deep within the dense forests lies a beautiful, enchanted kingdom known as Vanrakshak— one of the five eternal elements of the realm.
For centuries, this jungle has been under the guardianship of the royal family of the White Lion Clan. Every creature that walks the land belongs to one of the many animal clans of this kingdom.
Among them are the fierce and graceful girls of the Fox Clan, known for their razor-sharp strikes, and the swift-footed members of the Antelope Clan, unmatched in speed and agility.
🌿✨To Be Continued...✨🌿