Somewhere in the north of the equator, a huge country, which has all diversity of nature, does know who the world awaits for the up-coming cataclysm of the evil rakshasas. Somewhere towards the south of this country, the deity's first hero or so referred as 'Ekha' has woken up from the gruesome sleep.

"YOU! YOU, are the one who will be the fourth, thou come see me... Ha, ha, ha..."

Woken from a scary dream, Isvaka goes to the washroom and washes his face. This world holds and shares power for the individuals to protect the society or their beloved ones from the rakshasas using 'Astras'  or weapons. Isvaka, a orphan boy who made his life till here by working everything he has for enrolling in the institute of Aastrana. 

While going to the astra selection in the grand hall of Aastrana, due to bad luck bumping into a bully of his neighborhood and a son of a wealthy guild master who was sure to get a seat in the Aastrana was Aarav.

"See there guys, comes forth a son whose parents found useless. What are you doing useless dog."

How negative-ever the comment is, as always with a smile on this face, he replies, "Just here for an astra and enrollment is the institute Aarav."

"Astras huh... Aastrana too Isavaka... just shut your mouth and get lost. Astras are not for dogs and useless like you", said Aarav. Isavaka's head went down with anger and sadness, "Why am I a no-one?"

Minutes passed and the dignitaries arrived: the principal, Venu deva followed by the vice-principal, Kosalendra followed by the astra gurus and the chief guest, a Pratha, Devavrata. The ceremony started. One after one everyone when to the middle of the hall and all astra would revolve around them and 7 astras would come forward and others would go back, the astras would ask a common question, "Why do you want an astra?" and depending on your answer, an astra would choose them. Commonly people yielded and are said to be heroes weapon were swords, spears and a staffs. Only people in hundreds or less yield a bows, axes, shields and grandhas (a book for healer class).

As usual, everyone yields common astras. Each astra has a different class, normal ones which the user has to train wildly with it, "Mud-class"; uncommon ones which the user need work hard for its manifestation, "Bronze-class"; rare ones which are said to have its own brain and can fight and trains with its master, "Silver-class"; the one which only skilled or rather hard workers or better t0 pair with people with high intelligence, "Gold-class"; finally the one which is yielded by only three people and all of those three died on the time when they got it in their hands and the class of astra with people having least knowledge of what it is, "Shadow-class".

It is now Aarav's turn, the 7 astras which came forward was asked the same question, "Why do you want an astra?" The young lad answered, "I wanna kick those rakshasas-" and seeing Isavaka, "And those worthless who try being what they can not be." Then there came forward a sword which lost its skin and turned into gold. It was the first golden sword in the period of 10 years. People considered Aarav to be 'The Hero of the Cataclysm' and hailed his name out loud.

Next was Isavaka. The 7 astras came forward and asked him the the same question, "Why do you want an astra?" The 'useless' Isavaka answered with full energy, "To no more stay useless." All the astras went back telling one thing, "Prove your worth to this world and comeback SAVIOUR!" People were astonished that this was the first time that the astra spoke to someone. Also it was the first time for someone not yielding any weapon. People laughed at him. He bowed his head down with a feeling of being inferior. His eyes tore apart with water. A final year senior confronted him and said, "Don't lose hope kid. There's still a way for you to get an astra or a my-"

"What's that way?"

"You should guard the Ram Mandir for 3 full days and god will bless you a astra, but-"

"Thank you, I am of to the Ram Mandir and remember I am Isavaka."