After Gurudrath left for the deeper layers of Parshivlok, Yashasvita remained where she was, standing quietly upon the land she had shaped. She was not at ease. Not because Gurudrath had chosen another path, but because his choice had come from unrest rather than understanding.
She did not follow him.
Instead, Yashasvita turned her attention back to the tattvas resting upon the ground. These were the same essences she had placed with care, one by one, when Parshivlok was still learning how to hold itself. They lay quietly now, waiting, as if aware that their time had not yet fully come.
Yashasvita moved closer and knelt beside them. She placed her palms upon the soil, and the land beneath her hands felt warm and alive, responding gently to her presence.
Among the twelve, one tattva stood apart. It was the strongest, not because it was loud or forceful, but because its energy was deeply coiled within itself, patient and unshaken, like a serpent resting beneath the earth.
As her energy flowed into the tattva, it began to glow. The glow did not flare. It moved slowly, curling inward, gathering itself, as if the tattva was remembering an ancient shape it had always carried.
From within it, two forms began to emerge.
They did not arrive suddenly. They unfolded.
The first carried sharp awareness and calm movement. The second carried steady strength and quiet resolve. They rose from the tattva like serpents warming themselves in the sun, fully awake and fully present.
Their names were Sharika and Sheshan.
Yashasvita looked at them for a long moment before speaking.
Sharika carried the power to sense danger before it touched the land. She could move unseen, hear the earth’s warnings, and guide serpents without command. Sheshan carried the power to shield and endure. He could coil around life itself, protecting it when the world grew harsh.
As Sharika and Sheshan settled into the land, the movement among the tattvas did not end. The strongest tattva grew quiet again, as if its work was complete.
But beside it, another tattva began to stir. This one carried weight rather than motion.Its energy pressed downward, deep into the soil, steady and unyielding, like a presence that had always known how to hold the earth in place.
From it emerged Nagrajith.
He did not rise quickly.
He formed slowly, as if the land itself was shaping him.
His serpent energy was ancient and commanding, not meant for forests or surface life, but for what lay beneath roots and stone. He carried authority over the deeper serpent forces, those that guarded the foundations of Parshivlok and remembered the earliest patience of the earth.
Nagrajith bowed, and his presence sank into the deeper layers of the land, becoming part of its unseen strength.
Not far from where he had emerged, another tattva responded. This one carried a gentler rhythm. Its energy moved in slow cycles, like life returning after rest, like the quiet moment between shedding and renewal.
From this tattva emerged Vasundhar.
He rose with calm steadiness, carrying the nurturing side of serpent energy. His strength was not sharp, but sustaining. He held the ability to heal soil, restore balance to forests, and guide life through change without fear.
Vasundhar bowed and stepped into the living world, his presence weaving quietly into roots, waters, and growing things.
Together now, the serpent line of Parshivlok was complete—
Sharika and Sheshan guarding life above,
Nagrajith holding the depths steady,
and Vasundhar nurturing renewal across the land.
And through them all, serpent energy flowed as wisdom, protection, and continuity.
Yashica Says – Hey kids . I am so happy that you all liked Vrinak. He looks cool na ! In this episode we awakened the Serpent Energies that will protect Parshivlok. Next – we have the wild, the angry energies coming up. Stay tuned for the next episode
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