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Book 1 in the Chitrakant series
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In the far away land of Chitrakant, there arose five dynasties, Mahamela, Madhoosudana, Maheshpati, Mauria, Moksha. Each Dynasty was ruled by...
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T H I R D - P E R S O N - P O V
Five maidens sat in a circle around a glazing, crystal clear pond, long, oceanic strands of brown, pearly black hair, gems for their chocolate eyes, diamonds for their elongated, beautiful jewels which adorned their bodies.
The garden was sheer allure. The scenery was heavenly with green charms sewn against the dark branches. The pink flowers resembled the blush from the shy maidens.
Beside the glistening pond, the five maidens conversed in such a conversation that they'd stay out till dark, stroking one another's hair, giggling as if the world had completely stopped.
One of these maiden's was the Princess Shivanjali, the grand princess of pure beauty, a true warrior and the future queen of the Mahamela Dynasty. The dynasty was being ruled by the Grand Queen Nandevika.
Around her were four more gorgeous maidens with not nearly as long, luscious tresses, nor as rich and pure gold, nor as sequined or shimmery as apparel. These maiden's came fro a neighboring land, in the depth's of the mountains, where the elk and bull were hunted, Karunalingam
Each maiden massaged one another's scalp, tried one another's golden jewels, chattered of another's fabric, discussing one another's future spouse.
The last of the sun's rays were luminescent underneath a cloud of darkness. Only a little prick of gold lay at the edge of the mountain. Soon enough, that lightness was disappear too, and the whole dynasty would fall into a darkness.
"Anajli, do you think Maharani Nandevika will summon someone to fetch you. It is getting late." Spoke the oldest and wisest princess from the depth's of the mountains, Rudramadevi.
Shivanjali unsealed her eyes and looked at the gleaming sun, which was very little, and then at Rudramadevi.
"I'll have to go by myself. Koshampa and Katuranga must be asleep at this hour. It is quite late. I shall take your leave my dear princesses."
Shivanjali bowed her head to the four maidens. It would have been the most priceless, precious honor to have the Princess, Shivanjali, bow her head down. The personages in the far away villages had dreamed of seeing Shivanjali, who had given them such a help in such grievancly times when food was scarce, and the floods were uncontrollable.
The princess began into the palace from the last entrance, where the lilly pads and frogs leaped, the glistening pond. It was her favorite spot to sit and listen to the birds chirp a song of victory. The birds also chirped a song of hurt, of no hope that the dynasty were to survive. And then came a savior, in a golden saree, pearl beads on her adorned neck and earlobes, beautiful, wave like tresses, and a sharp, unforgivable sword. Anyone who was behind the blade was sure to die a long, slow, painful death.
