~Prologue ~

The wind rustled the leaves and the morning sunlight peeked through the jharokha of his room. The ten years old Suryabhaan sat looking at the sky, wondering if he would any day, accompany his Nanosa and the King Veeramdev for a war. What a pleasure it would be! Fighting for his motherland! 10 years more and he would be standing there as the commander in chief of Ardhya's army. He had promised himself. Little did he know fate had other plans for him.