Description
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown" Ephemera: Nothing is permanent, flowers that bloomed will die in a matter of weeks, before the trees leaf out and shade them. Everything is passing and precious. No empire lasts forever, no dynasty continues unbroken. All that matters is whether we did what we could with the life that was given to us. Yudhishthira. Bheem. Arjun. Nakul. Sahadev. The five famous sons of pandu. An abandoned brother. An unprecedented sister. Traitors. A burning palace. Poison. Humiliation. Misconceptions. Betrayals. What if you had to pick between your siblings who would follow you to death or the love of your life? Who would you pick? Dhriti, the daughter of death. Draupadi, the daughter of fire. The dying embers of a fading fire. Fire and ash never mix, do they? But maybe, just maybe, they can change something and save the five brothers. Or will they scorch anything they touch? "I was ready to die for you, but never realized that it was you who will kill me." A traitor only becomes one if their plot is discovered. The imposition of guilt means nothing to those who feign loyalty. Then, with their own hand writing history, such traitors may wear the clothes of patriots. ~~~~ Join this beautiful journey of finding trust again, of reaching depths unknown, unrevealed truths being revealed, injustice at its perk, love turns to betrayal- an impact that ripples through time . For eternity is ephemeral at best. ~~~~~~ Cover by @Nightfall_21
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