**Setting: A stormy night in ancient ruins**
The sky blazed with lightning. Dark clouds roared, and a tempest raged. Amidst the ruins of an
ancient structure, flames flickered on one side while water flowed on the other—as if nature's
two elements, fire and water, were locked in a fierce clash.
A young man clad in red robes stood wielding a sword. His face was etched with anguish, his
eyes brimming with pain. With a swift motion, he drove his sword into the abdomen of another
young man dressed in blue—his name was Neer.
**Agni (in a trembling voice):**
"Forgive me, Neer... I had no other choice to end this... Forgive me."
Neer fell to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes, yet a faint smile graced his lips. His
breaths grew shallow.
**Neer (smiling faintly):**
"If my death was written in this moment, it is my fortune that it comes at your hands, Agni. I have
no regrets... only a pang that I couldn't say what I wanted to... or perhaps you couldn't
understand."
"But I find solace knowing that in my final moments, I am near you. Even in the death you've
given me, I will live on within you... You won't forget me, will you, Agni?"
Agni gazed into Neer's eyes, unable to speak. Neer's breathing stopped, and his body grew still.
Agni gazed into Neer's eyes, unable to speak. Neer's breathing stopped, and his body grew still.
Suddenly, Agni felt a strange warmth spreading from the sword into his hands.
Neer's body began to glow with a soft blue light, and the rain around them froze mid-air.
A voice echoed—not from Neer, but from everywhere at once:
"You think this is the end, Agni? This is only the beginning of the prophecy."
Agni stepped back in shock as Neer's eyes snapped open—now glowing with an unearthly blue fire.
Neer (in a voice that was not his own): "We will meet again… in another life, in another form. But next time, I will not be the one dying."