Trouble in Patala

250 million years from now, The Planet of Patala...

A pale yellow moon hung from the steel grey sky

as a paper lamp pasted on the vastness of the night. Light
of the stars had dimmed as the night progressed into her
final hours. Patala had three blazing suns during the day;
but just a single lonely moon to tow away the night. The
Patala star system was the last known point of the Milky
Way, beyond it laid the starry ocean of Garbhodka. Lord
Patalketu gazed upon the vast red valleys of Alkapuri
through the window of his stone palace. The darkness of
the night had turned them blood red.

“Are you absolutely sure, my Lord?”

“I am absolutely certain! The core of the planet will

disintegrate in a matter of days.”

“But King Bali...

“King Bali has made a pact with the Devas... He cares

for Patala no more!”

As he spoke his body stiffened but his gaze was

still upon the valleys. Tiny little shelters lined up the
valleys like mushrooms. Soft yellow light gleamed
through the round windows of the cylindrical homes.
These homes were made of a cheap quality metal called
gallium that glistened in the moonlight. This was a planet
of extremes.
Three glaring suns scorched the day, while the nights
were icy cold and dark. The residents were having their
quiet sleep after a hard day at work; unaware of the fact
that this quiet life of theirs was soon to vanish.

“I can’t sit back and watch my people die... We have to

evacuate!!”

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The Desert Death Race

The Desert of Maru, Mihirgarh Empire...

As the sun scorched the sands, rathas of

various hues and designs lined up the canyons of
Aravalli. Riders in their traditional gear gathered here
from all corners of the empire. The trinity of racers from
the city of Manasa, the people’s champion of Makara, a
farmer from Brahmdesha with his make-shift ratha, a
wealthy trader from Ming and the prince of Mihirgarh;
were quiet a motley bunch contesting this race. All of
them were present there except for the prince. Perhaps he
lay in some drunken stupor somewhere, thought the
crowd.

Suddenly with the thundering sound of

roaring engines the ratha of the prince appeared on the
horizon. The black gunmetal vehicle of the prince blazed
in the sun as it whizzed past the pit crews of other racers.
Toppling some of them in the process, it snaked it's path
to the pole positions. Lowering his orange round
sunglasses, he gave his opponents a cursory look. As the
countdown timer honked, he gulped his scotch.

The City of Immortals

The City of Amrawati, Deva Kingdom...
 Embedded between the mountains of Himavat,
lies the city of the Immortals. Perched on a huge
mountain peak, it's tip blowed off by Lord Agni to house
this stupendous city of the Devas.

Lord Surya had founded the city when the Devas

finally decided to settle on earth. They had come from
the planet of Swarga a millennia ago; during the
beginning of the eighth Manvantar, to watch over the
mortals. They had arrived here in their gargantuan
spaceship, which also served as their abode in the
starting years of their manifest. This ship called Meru
remained in earth's orbit for many years, hidden from
the prying eyes of the manavas. As time eloped their
population increased exponentially, cramming for space
in their own ship. Finally Lord Agni was given the task to
prepare an arcane landscape upon which Lord
Vishwakarma would build an awe inspiring sight of a
city.