Panchaali blinked her eyes opened as her the sounds of people screaming and crying, her head throbbed in pain as she sat up, groaning in pain. The vision in front of blurred as she blinked her eyes open. Her heart jolted wildly in her chest as she looked around, the human skulls lined the walls, making her heart throb, what was this place?
She racked her brain as she tried to recall how she reached, here but nothing settled her mind. Her heart throbbed as she looked around, fear and terror encasing her system as she trembled, her breathing came out in short pants as she looked around, hoping that this was some sort of dream.
She turned her head sideways and her eyes fell on the skulls, she nearly screamed as she stumbled back and fell down, heart wrenching fear making her feel paralysed.
She breathed in as tears dropped down her cheeks, how did she reach here? Her mind had no recollection of what so ever being here, the last thing she remembered was laying in her bed and sleeping in the tent, not thing weird place.
Chills ran down her body as goosebumps spread through her body making her forget about anything and everything. Her eyes fell on a huge statue craved in the wall in front of her, a man representing half man and lower half as the snakes, it looked more like a skull with it's horrifying designs and craving it looked like the statue of devil himself.
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Pandavas' Panchaali.
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