Martial Eagle

 

Martial Eagle

 

2000 Years ago… in vanther (planet from another universe)

 

1.Vanther

 

A massive fireball fell from the sky. From within it emerged a towering figure — seven feet tall, skin blazing red, with horns, a tail, and great wings. His name was Raki.

Behind him marched an army of Zarkios — monstrous creatures he had created, loyal followers from a dead world.

Facing him stood another force. At its head was a regal woman — the Queen, known as Eva Nab Wathi. She stepped forward and spoke with authority.

“Dear brother, you’ve lost your mind. You have turned into an evil god… a sinner. Surrender, or die. I am here to protect Vanther and the Vantherians.”

Raki smiled coldly.

“Dear sister, you should not say such things. Evil does not surrender… and evil does not die. Instead, you and your warriors should surrender — or perish. Especially the man beside you, Uvaise. I want him on my side to rule this world.”

Raki’s sidekick, Ron Paul, sneered.

“Why do we need him? Let’s just kill him.”

Uvaise stepped forward defiantly.

“Enough talk. Let us fight.”

He touched the totem hanging around his neck. In an instant, it transformed into a gleaming green suit, sprouting eagle-like wings, a sword, and a bow. The totem’s power was immense.

Eva called out, “Wait! Don’t go!” But Uvaise ignored her and charged forward, leading his warriors into battle against Raki’s army.

The clash was immense — 1,000 soldiers under Eva against 10,000 under Raki. The battlefield roared with steel, fire, and fury.

Eventually, Uvaise and Raki came face-to-face. Eva avoided direct combat with her brother and instead engaged Ron Paul. Summoning her five-element power, she struck him down, shattering him into pieces.

She then hurled a bracelet toward Uvaise. He caught it and wore it without hesitation. The two warriors fought fiercely, blow after blow. When Uvaise began to tire, he activated the bracelet, leaping at Raki.

The bracelet opened a swirling portal, pulling both Uvaise and Raki into it. They crashed into another universe — Earth — landing in a barren no man’s land.

Their battle raged on. Uvaise severed one of Raki’s horns, causing him to howl in pain. Then, with his fire power, he melted the bracelet.

“We are not going back,” Uvaise declared.

Enraged, Raki unleashed his full power. Uvaise did the same. The collision of their might created a massive explosion — and in that blast, both were reduced to ashes.

Only the totem and Raki’s ring remained. The relics sank deep beneath the sand and stone.

2,000 years passed…

 

 

 

 

                                          THE ARCHAEOLOGIST

A group of archaeologists were digging at a historic site near Kanyakumari.

“Hey Akthar, what exactly are we searching for here? You haven’t mentioned anything,” a man asked.

Akthar — 25 years old, six feet tall, fair-skinned, with black hair, a muscular build, and wearing his field gear — was digging in another spot. He turned and replied with a grin, “George, we’re looking for something that no one has ever found before.” He laughed, and George smiled, returning to his work.

Suddenly, a man from afar shouted, “Akthar! I found something! Come quickly!”

The entire team rushed toward him.

“What did you find?” Akthar asked.

The man pointed to a spot in the dirt. Everyone looked — there, half-buried, lay a ring and an eagle totem necklace.

The ring shimmered in the sunlight. Akthar reached down and touched it. His eyes instantly flared red. He picked up both the totem and the ring, and as he brought them close together — in a fraction of a second — there was a massive explosion.

The site collapsed. People outside the dig site saw the smoke and called the police.

Through the thick haze, a lone figure emerged — Akthar. He was unharmed, though his clothes were torn and caked in mud.

An old man hurried over. “son, what happened?”

“I… I don’t know,” Akthar muttered. “Some blast happened.”

The old man made him sit by a tent and gave him water. Akthar drank, then rubbed his fingers absentmindedly — the ring gleamed faintly, and his eyes once again glowed red.

                                       3.THE DETECTIVE AND THE REPORTER

The next morning in Chennai

At the Global News office, the manager sat in his chair, scanning something on his computer. His phone rang.

He picked up, and a voice on the other end spoke quickly. The manager’s expression shifted to excitement.

“You haven’t given this information to any other media, right?” he asked.

“No,” the caller replied, smiling unseen.

Pocketing the phone, the manager stepped out of his office. “Where’s Ramesh?” he called.

A girl from across the room answered, “He’s not here — only Munazza and cameraman Robin are around.”

“Call her,” the manager said.

Munazza — 24 years old, 5’7", with long brown hair, glasses, a navy-blue shirt, black pants, and a hijab — came over.

“Oh, you’re here,” the manager said.

“Yes, Vinoth sir,” she replied.

“Stop talking and take Robin with you to Sparrow Bungalow at OMR. Cover the story,” Vinoth instructed.

Robin walked over. “What story?”

Vinoth smirked. “Double murder. Go fast — Detective Giri will be there soon.”

Munazza frowned. “Come on, Robin. Let’s go before that Giri bastard gets there.”

 

 

Sparrow Bungalow

The police and detectives were already on the scene. Inside, Giri — 25, 5’7", short black hair, clean-shaven, in a black suit — stood near a desk, examining a small box.

“Hey Giri,” a forensic officer called. “Look at these bodies — no wounds, no marks — but they’re dead. How’s that possible?”

“Find out,” Giri replied. “And tell me first before anyone else.”

He went outside. “Who’s Robert?” he asked.

A police officer pointed him out. Robert explained he’d found the door open that morning and discovered the bodies. The night before, a strange man had asked if Mr. Ravi was home, but Robert hadn’t thought much of it.

Giri instructed him to stay available for further questioning.

At the gate, the security guard stopped Munazza and Robin. Giri told him, “Let them in. I’ll deal with them later.”

Munazza immediately questioned Giri. He gave minimal answers and refused to say more. Frustrated, she was escorted out.

Outside, Robin teased her about hating Giri. Munazza revealed, “Because of him, I lost my detective job. My family made me quit because of what happened.”

Robin asked about Akthar. Munazza froze — “Oh God, thanks for reminding me.” She explained he’d gone to Kanyakumari for work. Just then, she got a call: there had been a blast at his site. Everyone except Akthar was dead. He was in the hospital.

Her manager told her to go to Kanyakumari immediately. She booked a flight to Trivandrum for that evening. Robin dropped her home.

Meanwhile

Robin received a call from Giri. “Is Munazza with you?”

“No, I just dropped her,” Robin said.

Giri asked about the blast, then told Robin not to mention this call to her.

Later, Giri sat in a car with his partner Ravi. They returned to headquarters and went to see their chief, Iftikhar Ahmed. Giri requested to take over the Kanyakumari archaeologist blast case instead of the double murder.

The chief agreed, assigning Ravi and Shankar to the Sparrow Bungalow case.

“I don’t know why you’re so interested in this case,” Iftikhar said, “but be careful. That place has a lot of unknown history.”

Giri smiled. “Understood, sir.”

By nightfall, he was on his way to Kanyakumari.

                                                  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               Death of a Friend

The next morning, around 8 a.m., a car stopped at the hospital entrance. Munaz stepped out and headed inside. She went straight to the reception desk.

“Where is Akhtar?” she asked.

The receptionist replied, “Oh, the blast case? He’s in the 4th floor ward, but you can’t see him—police are there.”

Munaz smirked. “It’s okay, I’ll handle them.”

She took the lift to the 4th floor where Akhtar was kept. Three policemen stood guard outside his room.

“I’m Akhtar’s girlfriend,” Munaz declared.

One of the police officers shook his head. “Sorry, madam, but you can’t go inside.”

Her voice rose. “I’m telling you, I am his girlfriend! Let me in!”

Her shouting echoed down the hallway. Another officer tried to calm her. “Madam, please, there are other patients. You’re disturbing them.”

The first officer sighed. “Wait here. Let me call the senior officer.” He stepped a few feet away, spoke softly on the phone, and came back.

“Permission granted. You can see him.”

She entered the room. Akhtar was in a patient’s uniform, sitting on the bed, staring out the window. She called his name once, then again as she walked to face him. This time, his eyes shifted toward her. A faint smile curved his lips—though there was something… off about it.

When she turned her head, his eyes flashed red. But when she looked back, they were normal again.

“How are you?” she asked softly.

“I’m… okay,” he replied.

Just then, the doctor entered. “Oh, he’s speaking! And you are…?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” Munaz said quickly.

“Alright.” The doctor nodded.

Munaz’s tone became urgent. “Doctor, what happened to him? Is he okay?”

Before the doctor could answer, a voice came from behind.

“So, why are we here?”

The doctor stepped aside, revealing Giri entering the room.

Munaz’s expression turned sharp. “Why are you here? Who asked you to come?”

Giri smiled. “I’m Detective Giri. I’m handling this case.”

“You?” she scoffed.

“Yes,” he said calmly. “And I’m the one who allowed you inside.”

She fell silent.

Giri turned to the doctor. “What’s his condition?”

The doctor said, “Physically, he’s fine. But his memory comes and goes. Sometimes he remembers who he is, sometimes not. Right now, he’s staring at the window again.”

Giri stepped closer. “How are you, warrior?”

Akhtar’s eyes narrowed. “I’m no warrior… I’m a detective.”

Giri chuckled. “No, I’m the detective.”

Akhtar tilted his head. “You don’t get what I’m saying.” He smiled faintly, rubbing a strange ring on his finger.

Giri glanced at the doctor. “Does he always act like this?”

The doctor nodded.

Munaz asked, “When will he recover?”

“I can’t say,” the doctor replied. “Maybe a week.”

Giri said, “Then I’ll stay here until my investigation’s over.”

Munaz insisted, “I’ll stay too, to look after him.”

“Alright,” Giri agreed, “but only you stay with him.”

“Fine,” she said.

Giri left the room, meeting the officers outside. “Did you find anything at the blast site?”

“Not yet, sir,” one replied. “But we can search again.”

“Did you collect what Akhtar found?”

“No, sir.”

“Always ‘no’ with you guys,” Giri sighed. “Alright, one of you come with me.”

I’ll come, sir,” said a young officer.

“Name?” Giri asked.

“Karthik.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

At the blast site

“This is where it happened?” Giri asked.

“Yes, sir,” Karthik replied.

“Looks terrible,” Giri muttered.

They searched for 30 minutes, but found nothing—until Giri spotted a faint green glow in the dirt. He dug it out: a totem, shaped like an eagle, made of emerald green stone.

“Karthik, this might be the artifact,” Giri said.

They took photos and sent them to Iftikhar, Giri’s superior.

“I need that totem today,” Iftikhar ordered. “Bring it to me, then return to the hospital.”

Giri agreed, booked a flight, and had Karthik drop him at the airport.

 

Back at the hospital

Karthik told Munaz, “Giri sir went to Chennai to hand over the totem.”

“What does it look like?” she asked.

He showed her the picture.

Akhtar, still in the room, overheard. His eyes narrowed.

Munaz scolded, “Best detective in town, and he carries a historic artifact around his neck like a pendant? Idiot.”

She walked into Akhtar’s room—only to find it empty.

 

Inside the plane, Giri examined the totem. His eyes glowed green. Suddenly, passengers screamed.

A winged figure was flying alongside the plane—red-skinned, with a familiar face.

“Akhtar…” Giri whispered.

Akhtar smiled, flew in front of the plane, and snapped his fingers. In seconds, the aircraft plunged toward the ground.

The crash killed everyone aboard.

 

Back at the hospital

Munaz was stunned when Karthik brought the news. The TV confirmed it:

Breaking News: A passenger flight to Chennai has crashed near Kanyakumari. All on board, including renowned detective Giri, have died.

Tears streamed down Munaz’s face. “I shouldn’t have fought with you…”

From outside, unseen, Akhtar watched through the window. His voice was cold:

“One down. One to go. But first—I’ll build my army. This world… it gives me power.”

He smirked. “And no… I’m not Kal-El.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5. Missing Piece

At the crash site, police officers were checking the wreckage of the plane and collecting the dead bodies.
An officer asked, “How many people were travelling in this plane?”
The officer standing nearby checked his report and replied, “137 passengers were on board.”
“Have you collected all the bodies?” the first officer asked.

Another officer approached and said, “Sir, one body is missing.”
“Whose body is it?”
“The forensic team is on it. They’ll let us know by tomorrow,” the officer replied.

 

In Chennai, Iftikhar was frustrated by the news when Ravi came into his room with tears in his eyes.
“Sir, what really happened? How did the plane crash?”
Iftikhar said, “The police are investigating. This is a central government case, so we cannot interfere.”

Ravi nodded and said, “Sir, we found the killer in the Sparrow Bungalow case. It was the servant who murdered them. They were killed in the hall, and it was recorded on a hidden spy camera there. The servant did not know it existed. Do you know the motive?”

He continued, “The couple treated him badly, like a slave. He got angry and killed them using a rare snake poison.”

Iftikhar said, “Close the case and hand him over to the police.”
“Okay, sir,” Ravi replied.

 

At that moment, Munaz came to the office to meet Iftikhar.
“Why did you ask me to come here? I need to find Akhtar and get details about this crash,” she said.

“We called you for the same reason. But we can’t get answers about the crash until the end of today. As for Akhtar, we know nothing — he’s just vanished.”

Iftikhar continued, “Look, we’ll find him soon. For now, go to Giri’s home. You were his best friend, so be there for his family. They need support.”
She agreed and said, “Update me as soon as you find out about him or the crash.” Then she left.

 

At Giri’s home, the atmosphere was heavy with grief. His mother was crying, and the other family members looked heartbroken.

Munaz went to his mother and hugged her.
His mother said, “You finally came to his house… but he’s not here, not even in this world,” and cried harder.
Tears filled Munaz’s eyes as she replied, “I was a bad friend to him. I didn’t deserve his love, care, or friendship.”

“No, dear,” Giri’s mom said softly. “You were a good friend. It was only a misunderstanding between you two. If you had just talked, it could have been sorted out.”

 

At that moment, Munaz’s parents arrived and offered their condolences.
“Where is Giri’s father?” they asked.
His mother replied, “Giri’s father and brother are in North India. They will be back tonight.”

Munaz’s mother looked at her daughter and said, “We must tell you the truth. Giri asked us not to, and we promised him… but now, we should.”

“What truth?” Munaz asked.

Her mother said, “We are the reason you did not get selected for the detective role. We asked Giri to fail you during training because you are our only daughter. We knew if you joined, you’d be risking your life in this job. Giri agreed and said he’d take the blame — he didn’t want you two to fight.”

“You found out he failed you, and you fought with him. But he carried that blame quietly.”

Munaz burst into tears and went into Giri’s room.

 

The room was dark. When she turned on the light, she saw one wall covered with newspaper clippings, and the other filled with pictures of her, Giri, and their friends from school and college days. She smiled through her tears, cherishing the memories.

Her phone rang. She picked it up.
“Ma’am, this is Ravi,” the voice said, shaking with shock. “Turn on the news. It’s important.”

She rushed out of the room and switched on the TV in the hall

 

News Reporter: “We have a huge update from the crash site. Out of 137 bodies, one is missing. After a detailed forensic investigation, it’s been confirmed that the missing body is Detective Giri’s. Most bodies were burned, which is why it took so long to identify.”

Everyone was both happy and confused.
“If Giri’s body is missing… where is he?” Munaz’s father asked.
“I’ll find out,” Munaz said firmly.

 

Iftikhar and Ravi were also watching the news.
“We need to find out what happened to him,” Iftikhar said.

News Reporter: “We have another update. Mr. Veer Singh will speak now.”

Veer Singh: “We examined the black box and found no technical malfunctions. Someone was controlling the plane from outside.”

News Reporter: “So, are you suggesting an alien or some other supernatural force caused this?”

Veer Singh: smiling “Maybe.” He left without further comment.

News Reporter: “Mr. Veer Singh says ‘maybe.’ The police and government must take this case seriously.”

 

Munaz, Iftikhar, and Ravi were glued to the news. At the same time, Akhtar was watching from a tea shop, quietly sipping his tea.

 

 

6. Return of Raki aka Akhtar

Six months had passed, and still there was no update about missing Giri or Akhtar.

In Munaz’s apartment, she stood on her balcony, gazing at the night sky, her heart heavy with worry for her best friend and her boyfriend.

Why are these things happening? she thought. Akhtar vanished from the hospital room without a trace… and Giri is missing after the crash. I don’t even know if he’s alive.

Tears welled in her eyes. She turned and went back to her room.

Suddenly, she heard something land on her balcony with a thud. Alarmed, she spun around—only to see Akhtar standing there. Her face lit up with joy. She ran to him and hugged him.

“Where have you been, Akhtar?” she asked, relief in her voice.

He smirked. “You should ask Akhtar that… when you go to heaven.”

She froze, stepping back. “What are you talking about? You are Akhtar.”

Akhtar shook his head. “I killed him—but not his body.”

“I… I’m confused,” she stammered.

He chuckled darkly. “Let me show you what happened.”

He locked his gaze into hers, and suddenly, her vision went black.

 

When she opened her eyes again, she was at an archaeological site. She saw Akhtar standing there, touching a strange ring, laughing maniacally. Suddenly, he clutched his head, groaning in pain.

“Why are you disturbing me?!” he snarled. “This body belongs to me now.”

Another voice—still coming from his mouth—shouted back, “No! This is my body, and I will not let you kill anyone! You already murdered all those people on the flight!”

“That?” the first voice laughed. “My target was only the one with the totem. The rest were just… free casualties.”

“I won’t let you keep using my body for this!”

“Oh, if that’s your problem, I’ll solve it,” the first voice sneered. He pressed his palm to his own chest and pulled out a glowing soul—the true Akhtar’s—and hurled it into a dark abyss.

“Now this body is mine alone,” he said with a devilish grin. “Even if I die, you will never return.”

He laughed as the vision faded.

 

Munaz snapped back to reality, now standing on the edge of her building’s rooftop. He stepped closer.

“Now I’m going to kill you,” he whispered.

“You… you killed Akhtar—and the passengers,” she said, trembling.

“Yes,” he grinned, eyes burning with malice.

“Who are you?”

“Ah, finally you ask,” he said. “People call me… Raki.”

As he spoke his name, his body transformed—growing to seven feet tall, skin turning crimson, horns curling from his head, massive wings unfurling from his back.

He gripped her throat. “And now you die, Eva—oh, sorry… Munazza.”

He hurled her away. As she staggered to her feet, the ground cracked, and five monstrous Zarkios clawed their way out, surrounding her.

Before they could attack, a sudden arrow whistled through the air, striking one in the head. The Zarkios and Raki all turned to look up.

A glowing green comet was descending toward them. It struck the ground, and from the dust emerged a hooded warrior in green, with eagle wings and a bow on his back. His face was hidden by a mask.

He drew a boomerang from his hip and hurled it, slicing through three Zarkios instantly.

The last one lunged at him from behind, but he spun midair, drawing a katana and cleaving it in two.

Raki stared. “Another warrior from Vanther? Are you Uvaise?”

The masked figure shook his head and smiled.

Raki launched a wave of fire toward Munaz, but the warrior flew to her, shielding her with his wings as the blast erupted. When the smoke cleared—they were gone.

Raki roared in fury.

 

Munaz awoke on the rooftop of a tall building—but here, it was covered by what looked like a large, elegant house. She sat up, disoriented.

A hand appeared in front of her, offering a water bottle. She drank and asked, “Who are you?”

He walked to the glass door. “My new name is Martial Eagle… but here, I have another name.”

He turned, removing his mask.

“My name… is Giri.” His hair and beard had grown thick over the past six months. He smiled.

Tears filled Munaz’s eyes as she ran to hug him. “What happened to you? How did you escape the crash?”

“I’m alive because of this totem,” he said, holding up his left hand.

“But… when Karthik showed me the photo, it was a necklace,” Munaz said.

Giri smiled. “For that… I have a flashback.”

 

7. Giri in Vanther

Six months ago, the plane was going to crash in seconds. Giri shouted loudly. At that time, the totem glowed green—it was really huge.

When the glow faded, Giri was no longer in his seat. He had disappeared, and the plane crashed.

Giri was on a bed sleeping, and he woke up suddenly, sitting up and taking deep breaths. He looked around—this place was full of blue color and covered with silk and diamond.

He walked out of the room and along the corridor. He went to a hall where many people were sitting—most of them looked like humans, but others were elves, trolls, and half-human, half-animal beings.

He was confused and scared. An eagle-faced half-human came to him and asked, “Oh, you woke up?”
Giri said, “Hey, don’t come near me, you freak.”
He laughed and said, “I am not a freak; my name is Birdie Manki.”
Giri said, “OK, Birdie Man.”

Giri asked, “What is this place? Am I dreaming?”
Birdie said, “No, you are not dreaming. You are in Pattaki.”

Giri said, “I never heard of this place in my life.”
Birdie said, “Yes, because this is North Earth(i). It is Vanther, far from your universe, and we saved you from death. You should be thankful to us.”

Giri said, “Oh, so you are aliens.”
Birdie said, “No, we are not aliens—you are in our planet, so you are the alien.”

A trumpet was playing. Giri turned around and said, “What is that?”
Birdie said, “Oh, the Queen is coming. She is also our god.”

Giri asked, “What is her name?”
He said, “Eva Nab Wathi.”
“What kind of name is that?” Giri asked.
Birdie said, “Do not make fun of her name. Now head down and kneel; she is coming.”
But Giri refused to kneel—he just bowed his head down.

She came inside the hall wearing a big blue dress with a white robe, the robe so long it trailed behind her.

She sat on her throne, saw Giri, and called him. Giri looked at her and said, “You look like my friend Munaz.”
She said, “I know. We both are the same, but she still does not realize who she is. If she knew, she would already have 20% of my powers. She is not a god anyway. Why did you not kneel and bow your head down?”

Giri said, “In my planet we don’t do that—we are all equal.”
Eva said, “So, you are not from that universe Earth,” and smiled.

She said, “You look like one of my friends who died in a war 2000 years ago. We have a different time scale.”

She pointed her hand to the wall behind him and said, “He is my friend.”
Giri turned around and saw a huge wall painting of Uvaise.

Giri said, “Wow, this man looks like me—I mean, he is better than me.”

Eva walked down and came near Giri. She said, “Your planet is in danger. You can only protect it.”

Giri asked, “Is that red guy from your place?”
She said, “Let me show you exactly what happened.” She walked with Giri to a mirror and showed what happened in the war—the mirror replayed it exactly.

Giri asked, “So Uvaise and Raki died in the war on my planet, and now Raki is back but Uvaise is not?”
She said, “Yes, because before dying, Raki hid himself in the ring—only Uvaise died. So, when Akhtar wore that ring, he turned into Raki again. That is why he called me a warrior at the hospital and almost killed me in the plane crash.”

Eva said, “If you had not worn the totem, you would have died. The totem gave us a signal, and in a second I teleported you here.”
Giri kept his hand on his chest and was shocked. He said, “Oh god, the totem is missing.”
Eva said, “The totem is not missing—it is with me.” She clapped her hands, and one elf came with the totem in a box.

Eva said, “Your planet is in danger. You need to get trained before going back to your Earth. Until then, you will stay here.”
Giri asked, “What if Raki takes over or tries to kill Munaz?”
Eva said, “He cannot take over the world yet—he needs time to regain his full power. Only when he reaches 100% power can he do it, and he cannot kill Eva until then.”

Giri said, “OK, train me.”
Eva smiled and called the names Tejas Rhino and Shreyas Khan.

They came and said, “Yes, Majesty.”
She said, “Give Giri all sword and flying training.”

Giri asked, “Your name is too long—do you have another name?”
She smiled and said, “You can also call me Maria.”

Tejas took Giri to a training ground and gave him hard katana sword training. Giri struggled a lot, but after weeks he became skilled.

Then Shreyas gave him hand-to-hand combat training—but Giri was already good at this, so he learned fast. Four months passed.

Then Tejas gave him archery and boomerang training—it took one month.

Finally, both gave him flying training. It was hard because Giri’s Martial Eagle totem was difficult to control—he fell from high places many times and got hurt.

One night, he went to the top of the palace, ran to the edge, and jumped. At the right time, wings popped out—he gained control and flew.

The next morning in the hall, Tejas and Shreyas were sad—Giri was missing, and they didn’t know how to tell Eva.

Eva asked, “Why are you terrified? Where is Giri?”
When Tejas was about to speak, from the big balcony came a loud, “OWW YEAH!”

They turned and saw Giri flying. He landed in the hall with a bang and smiled—everyone smiled back.

Eva came near Giri and said, “Now you can go, but before that I must give you something.”
She asked Giri to remove the totem and give it to her. He did. She turned it into a bracelet and gave him a blue diamond ring.

“Give this to Munaz. When you rub your bracelet, you will get your Martial Eagle suit and more powers.”

Giri bowed his head and said, “I am doing this for love.”
He hugged Tejas and Shreyas and thanked them.

Eva opened a portal to his planet. “It’s already time—go fast, Munaz is in danger.”
Giri went through the portal.

Giri said, “You know what happened after that—I came and saved you.”
Munaz smiled.

Giri took the blue diamond ring and gave it to her.
“Wear it.”
She asked, “What does this ring do?”
Giri said, “I don’t know.”
She said, “You were with her for six months but you don’t know what power it has?”
Giri said, “I know she is a god, but she also does some witchcraft—so you might have those powers.”

She wore the ring, and her eyes turned blue.
Giri said, “Wow, your eyes are glowing blue.”

Glass shattered—Giri was thrown far.
Raki came, caught her, and flew away.

Giri stood up and ran, but they were already far gone.

 

 

 

8. Into Ashes

Raki took her to the archaeology site and put her down.
“This is where I’m going to build my own palace, gather lakhs of my army, and take over this world,” he said.

Munaz replied, “You can’t. You’re going to die—this time for real.”

Raki laughed. “Do you think you can kill me? You don’t even have powers. Giri has powers, and even he can’t kill me. Uvaise had powers too, and he didn’t kill me. I am power—the greatest evil this Earth has ever seen.”

Giri arrived, flying in, and landed near Raki.
“How did you find us?” Raki asked.
Giri smirked. “We humans invented something that can track people. Look at her hand—she’s wearing a watch with GPS tracking. I have her phone, so I tracked you.”
Raki grinned. “Brilliant.”
“Thank you,” Giri replied.

Raki raised his hands, summoning 50 Zarkios.
“Giri, today is a feast,” he said.
Munaz frowned. “For whom?”
“For us—not for them,” Giri answered. “Now I need your help. Rub that ring—you’ll get its power.”

Munaz stood, rubbed the ring, and her eyes turned blue. She transformed into a blue leather hoodie with feathers around it.
“Your suit looks amazing,” Giri said.

They stood side by side.
“Do you think we can defeat all these things, including him?” Munaz asked.
“Have hope, my friend,” Giri said with a smile.

Munaz flew without wings, waved her hands, and killed two Zarkios instantly.
“Wow, I love that power,” Giri said, before flying in and killing three with his katana sword.

They killed almost 25 of them, but soon grew tired—they were still newbies, and the Zarkios were stronger now. One attacked Munaz from behind and she fell. Giri rushed to help her, but Raki caught him in a Coquina Clutch, locking him in place.

The Zarkios all used their new fireball power against Munaz.

Two portals opened—Tejas and Sheryas stepped out of one, and Eva came out of the other. They attacked the Zarkios while Eva came face to face with her brother Raki. Raki dropped Giri, who was coughing. Giri went to Munaz, helped her up, and they rejoined the battle.

Eva and Raki unleashed their full powers, about to kill each other.
“Giri, go separate them!” Tejas shouted.

Giri flew in, caught Raki, and used the same Coquina Clutch on him. Munaz flew to Eva and said, “Stop! This will kill you!”
“I am a god—it won’t kill me,” Eva replied.
“But it will weaken you,” Munaz warned.

Eva stopped. Raki was losing consciousness. Giri dropped him, and as he fell, Eva used her power to open a portal and sent him away.

“Why did you do that? I should have killed him!” Giri shouted.
“I asked you to defeat him—and you did,” Eva said. “Now he’s in a prison world where he can never return.”

Munaz asked, “Can you bring Akhtar back alive?”
Eva shook her head. “Once a life is gone, it’s gone. There’s no returning.” Munaz cried, and Eva comforted her. “His love and care will always be with you.”

Tejas, Eva, and Sheryas stood together.
“It’s time to leave,” Eva said. “We’re going back to our planet. But whenever you need help, you can call us—or visit Vanther. This world now has more protectors, including you both.”

“So there are other superheroes too?” Giri asked.
“Yes,” Eva replied.

She opened a portal, and they returned to Vanther.

Munaz transformed back into her normal clothes.
“So what happened all these six months?” Giri asked.
“You were missing,” she said.

A car approached. Iftikhar and Ravi stepped out.
“Hey, Giri, how are you here?” Iftikhar asked.
“How are you alive?” Ravi added.

Giri sighed. “Now I should explain everything to these guys… from the beginning.” He looked straight at the readers.