Chapter 18 A Heart of Frost and a Form of Silver
Stairs.
Just stairs.
Countless cold stairs made of blue stone climbing upward into the deep darkness of the cave. Beneath them in that bottomless void Kiyan had vanished. Aarav lay collapsed on his knees at the lowest step. His breath was turning into a frozen glassy wail. Tears streamed from his eyes leaving icy trails down his cheeks before falling onto the steps and freezing there. His body was curled tight in a spasm of grief every sob stabbing through his ribs like a blade.
No. No. This cannot be happening.
His whisper bounced off the damp cave walls and came back to him as a cruel echo. He clenched his fists so hard that his nails tore into his palms. Hot drops of blood began dripping onto the cold stone steps. The pain was necessary. It kept him awake. It kept him from going numb.
Then through his blurred vision just above the stairs a faint blue glow flickered to life. The Neelmukhi flower. It was right there at the very summit of the stairway. A solitary lifeless star. Kiyan's final gift. His last price.
Aarav dragged in a deep shuddering breath and forced himself to his feet. His footing slipped on the frozen tears that coated the steps but he caught himself. He took one step. Then another. Every step felt like walking in iron boots. Each time he climbed higher he saw it again. Kiyan falling into that chasm. His last smile. His last gaze. The one that had said We will meet again.
He kept climbing. The stairs felt endless. His breathing grew ragged but he did not stop. The tears were still falling but now they fell silently. A steady unbroken stream of grief. At last he reached the summit. The Neelmukhi flower floated before him radiating a calm blue light from its delicate petals. With trembling hands he picked the flower.
The moment his fingers touched it a massive surge of energy shot through the stairway. The stone steps came alive. They began sliding over one another rising upward at terrifying speed. Aarav was jolted but did not lose his balance. He shot upward like a rocket bursting through the cave ceiling and emerging onto a snowy Himalayan peak where a vast flat slab of rock waited.
The stairs ground to a halt. Aarav stood on the rock. The thin freezing air slashed at his cheeks. He held the Neelmukhi flower tight in his fist. Tears were still falling from his eyes but they were no longer warm. They were freezing on his cheeks turning into tiny flecks of ice.
He started walking. His purpose was clear. His footprints sank deep into the snow. Nothing existed except his quiet sobs and the blue glow of the flower. He walked like a machine driven forward by nothing but the pain inside him. Kiyan. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain.
Then a terrible roar tore through the air. The snow split apart. From within it emerged a monstrous creature. The Hydra. Nine heads. Each one spewing fire of a different color. Its eyes were black as coal and burning with rage.
Turn back human. All nine mouths roared at once. That flower is not for you.
But Aarav did not stop. He kept walking straight ahead his eyes holding nothing but an empty absolute resolve. The Hydra lashed out with its long tail. It wrapped around Aarav and hurled him into the air. He plummeted downward.
And then.
From his falling body a brilliant silver light exploded outward. It was not some external force. It was the pain inside him. The guilt. The anguish. All of it was now taking physical form. In midair still falling Aarav began to transform.
Silver wings burst from his shoulders. Massive. Soft. Yet filled with overwhelming power. They spread wide and stopped his fall. From his waist down to his feet a pure milky white dhoti wrapped itself around him. Ancient mantras were embroidered into it in golden thread. The very same garment worn by the Maharajas of Kalprant. A heavy necklace of pearls hung across his chest. Every pearl glowed like a captured star. A silver aura radiated from his body illuminating the snow around him.
And his eyes. Their ordinary brown was gone. Now they were golden. Pure molten gold. There was no anger in them. No fire. Only a deep infinite sorrow. And from that sorrow was born an unbreakable merciless power.
The Hydra froze in shock. All nine heads hissed at once. What. What are you.
Aarav did not answer. He simply rose higher into the air his silver wings beating softly. He fixed his golden eyes on the Hydra.
The Hydra was afraid now but instead of retreating it attacked. All nine heads lunged at Aarav from nine different directions. Fire. Ice. Venom. Lightning. Every kind of assault.
Aarav did not move. Just as the Hydra reached him he simply raised his right hand calmly gently toward the creature.
No sound. No flash. The air itself froze for a single moment.
Then the Hydra's massive body all nine heads its powerful tail everything all at once disintegrated into millions of fine grains of sand. The particles swayed in the air for a heartbeat then scattered across the snow below. Vanished into nothingness.
Aarav lowered his hand. There was no satisfaction in his golden eyes. Only emptiness. He felt as if someone was watching him from far away. From the depths of those stairs. He did not even try to turn and look. He knew there was no one there. Only a memory. Only a punishment.
He beat his silver wings with a single tremendous surge. A storm erupted on the snowy peak. Then he shot forward at lightning speed. The wind screamed past him. Clouds mountains rivers everything blurred into streaks beneath him. He flew with only one purpose. To reach his father. To make Kiyan's sacrifice mean something.
In just a few hours he was hovering above Delhi above his home. He folded his wings. The silver aura began fading. The wings merged back into his back. The white dhoti and the pearl necklace vanished. His golden eyes returned to their ordinary brown. The transformation was gone.
What remained was a broken human being. A blue flower in his hand. And a hollow cave in his heart.
He landed on the street in front of his house. The moment his feet touched the ground his knees buckled. Such a long journey. So much pain. So much weight. His body was giving out. The Neelmukhi flower slipped from his hand and fell onto the snow. Aarav himself collapsed hard onto the ground and lost consciousness.
At that very moment the door flew open. Running footsteps. Arushi came out. Her eyes fell first on her unconscious brother and then on that blue glowing flower.
Aarav. Oh God.
She ran to him. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Aarav. Wake up. What happened to you. Her voice was thick with panic.
Then her eyes landed on the flower. She understood. She picked it up. It felt astonishingly cold and alive in her hands. She hauled Aarav onto her shoulder and dragged him inside straight into the room where Bhaskar lay. His body had turned completely blue green now. His breathing was barely there.
Arushi's hands were shaking but her eyes held a fierce resolve. She pressed the flower hard between her palms. A glowing blue liquid began dripping from it. Drop by drop she spread that liquid over her father's entire body. From his toes all the way up to his neck. Then the last and largest drop she let fall between his lips.
For a moment nothing happened.
Then a soft golden light rose from Bhaskar's body and shimmered in the air. The blue green color began to recede like some poisonous fog clearing away. His skin returned to its normal shade. His breathing grew deep and steady.
Bhaskar's eyes slowly opened.
Pa. Papa. Arushi's voice choked.
Bhaskar recognized his daughter. A weak smile touched his lips. Arushi collapsed against him sobbing. Papa. You are okay. You are okay.
He held her close patting her back with one hand. Shh. Calm down daughter. I am fine.
Then his gaze landed on the far corner of the room. Aarav was still lying there unconscious. His clothes were torn. His body was covered in small wounds.
Aarav. Where is he Bhaskar asked his voice tight with worry.
Arushi gestured toward Aarav. He. He brought the flower for you. And. And then he collapsed right here.
They both got up and went to Aarav. Bhaskar cradled his son's head in his lap. He stroked his face. Son. Wake up Aarav.
Aarav's eyelids fluttered. He dragged in a deep breath and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was his father's face. Healthy. Alive.
And then Kiyan's last smile floated before his eyes. The memory of those two bodies spinning together in that cave. The image of that falling figure vanishing into the chasm of stairs. It seized him completely.
Tears started pouring from his eyes again. But this time they fell silently. He looked at his father and through a broken whisper only one name came out.
Kiyan.
And then he sank back into his own darkness. This time into an ocean of waking grief where every wave crashed with Kiyan's name. His newly gained Devanshik powers lay inside him like a heavy cursed gift. Every glowing vein reminded him of Kiyan's sacrifice. This was not victory. It was defeat. Not rescue. An eternal loss. And that loss would now be his companion forever.
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