The mysterious creature stared at Vanshika and Vivaan from the middle of the pond.
Water streamed down its unusual body as it hovered just above the surface.
Its shape reminded Vivaan of a fish, yet several features were unlike anything he had ever encountered.
Its broad head, unusual fins, and powerful silhouette gave it an appearance that seemed to belong neither entirely to a fish nor to a shark.
For several seconds, the creature remained perfectly still.
Then, without warning, it turned around.
SPLASH!
The creature disappeared beneath the water, leaving only expanding ripples behind.
Vivaan stared at the spot where it had vanished.
His Cosmic Galaxy Eyes followed the final ripples until the pond became quiet again.
He slowly turned toward his mother.
“Mom, what was that?”
Vanshika lowered her arm, although her attention remained on the water for another moment.
“I don’t know, sweetheart.”
Vivaan blinked.
“You don’t know?”
Vanshika looked down at him with an amused expression.
“Did you expect me to recognize every unusual creature in existence?”
“Not every creature,” Vivaan clarified, pointing toward the pond.
“Just that one.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.
It looks like a fish, but it doesn’t look entirely like a fish.
And it appeared to be watching us.”
His expression became increasingly thoughtful as he considered the possibilities.
“Where did it come from?
Why was it hiding underwater?
How long has it been there?
And why did it choose to appear now?”
Vanshika listened to the rapid succession of questions, her lips gradually curving into a smile.
Vivaan noticed her expression.
“Mom, why are you smiling?”
Vanshika folded her arms, pretending to examine him with great seriousness.
“Because my son has discovered a mysterious creature, and now his curiosity won’t allow him to rest until he has an answer to every question.”
Vivaan tilted his head.
“Wouldn’t you want to know what it was if you had never seen it before?”
Vanshika paused.
Then she nodded with exaggerated reluctance.
“Unfortunately, that is a very reasonable argument.”
Vivaan immediately brightened.
“Then can we find out what it is?”
Vanshika looked at the pond once more before turning back toward him.
“You really do know how to trouble your Mom.”
Vivaan smiled innocently.
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Precisely,” Vanshika replied, tapping the tip of his nose.
“That is what makes you so troublesome.”
She raised her right hand.
Rather than making a complicated gesture, Vanshika simply extended her index finger and pressed it gently against the empty air before her.
CRACK!
The surrounding space shattered.
Thin, crystalline fractures spread outward from the point beneath her fingertip.
Golden lines appeared between the cracks, forming an intricate geometric pattern that continued changing even as the spatial surface opened.
A deep royal-purple portal emerged.
Its outer edges were outlined in straight golden lines, each moving independently before connecting into new geometric arrangements.
Some formed squares, others became triangles, and several divided into more complicated shapes that shifted continuously around the portal’s circumference.
The entire structure looked like an elaborate royal mechanism constructed from space itself.
Vivaan’s eyes widened with fascination.
“Mom, your Spatial Treasury!”
Vanshika glanced at him with a pleased smile.
“Very good.
You remembered.”
Vivaan leaned forward, carefully observing the portal’s moving boundaries.
“But why does it keep changing its shape?
Your other portals didn’t move like this.”
Vanshika raised her hand slightly, allowing the golden lines to rearrange themselves before answering.
“Because this is an unbounded spatial portal.
Its structure isn’t restricted to one fixed shape.
The surrounding spatial framework continuously adjusts to maintain the connection between the opening and the space beyond it.”
Vivaan watched as a golden square became a diamond, divided into smaller shapes, and then rejoined the surrounding pattern.
“So the portal doesn’t need to preserve the same geometric structure to remain stable?”
“Exactly,” Vanshika confirmed.
“The geometry you see is part of how the portal is maintained.
Its appearance can change without interrupting the connection.”
Vivaan examined the edges again.
“Then if someone tried to understand it by memorizing its shape, they would misunderstand how it works.”
Vanshika’s eyes brightened.
“Now you’re thinking properly.
You should always distinguish between the appearance of a system and the principle that allows it to function.”
She reached into the royal-purple opening with both hands.
For a moment, the golden patterns moved more rapidly, and a warm celestial glow illuminated her fingers.
Then Vanshika carefully withdrew a magnificent book.
It was not particularly large.
In fact, it was small enough for her to hold comfortably with both hands.
Yet its appearance commanded attention.
The cover was deep midnight blue, almost black, with a brilliant blue celestial field spread across its surface.
Elaborate golden frames surrounded the edges, decorated with intricate patterns resembling interlocking stars, celestial instruments, and ancient royal ornaments.
Deep-blue gemstones were embedded within the golden framework, each reflecting tiny points of light.
At the center of the cover, a luminous circular design resembled a miniature galaxy.
Concentric golden rings surrounded a radiant blue core, while delicate celestial lines extended outward like the paths of distant stars.
Ancient inscriptions covered the remaining spaces.
The golden letters shimmered faintly, and tiny particles of light drifted around the book as though it carried its own atmosphere.
Vivaan stared at it without speaking.
Behind them, the spatial portal began to close.
The golden framework folded inward, the royal-purple opening narrowed, and the shattered space gradually restored itself.
The last crystalline fracture disappeared with a soft shimmer, leaving no visible trace that the portal had ever existed.
Vanshika adjusted her grip on the book and turned toward her son.
Vivaan was still staring.
“Mom,” he finally whispered, “what is that?”
Vanshika looked at the book with an expression that mixed familiarity with a quiet sense of reverence.
“This, my son, is a magical book known as The Eternal Scripture of Absolute Knowledge.”
Vivaan’s gaze moved from the golden cover to the ancient inscriptions.
“The Eternal Scripture of Absolute Knowledge?”
He repeated the name carefully, as though committing it to memory.
“What’s written inside it?”
Vanshika smiled.
“Everything you could possibly want to know.”
Vivaan looked at her.
“Everything?”
“Everything,” she affirmed.
She sat down on the nearby bench beside the pond, holding the book securely in her lap.
Vivaan immediately climbed onto the bench beside her, positioning himself close enough to examine its cover without touching the delicate decorations.
Vanshika turned the book slightly so that the light fell across its inscriptions.
“My son, understand one thing.
There is no question whose answer is beyond the knowledge contained within this Scripture.
Its knowledge isn’t limited to a particular subject, civilization, world, or field of study.”
Vivaan’s expression grew more serious.
“Does that mean it contains knowledge about Power, techniques, magical creatures, sorcery, and the different realms?”
Vanshika nodded.
“And much more.”
Vivaan considered that answer before asking his next question.
“Then is it simply an extraordinarily powerful magical book?”
Vanshika’s smile deepened.
“No, sweetheart.
Its nature is far more unusual than that.”
She rested one hand on the golden cover.
“The Eternal Scripture of Absolute Knowledge is a space-time book.
It exists outside the ordinary three-dimensional space we inhabit.
The physical form you see is simply the form in which it can be accessed here.”
Vivaan’s eyes sharpened with interest.
“Outside three-dimensional space?
Then which dimension does it exist in?”
Vanshika looked at him, clearly pleased by the precision of his question.
“Beyond tenth dimension.”
Vivaan fell silent.
He glanced down at the book again, apparently trying to reconcile its modest size with the scale of what his mother had just told him.
“Beyond tenth dimension,” he repeated slowly.
Vanshika nodded.
“And its knowledge is so dangerous that even gods can be killed through what is contained within it.”
Vivaan turned toward her sharply.
“Even gods?”
“Even gods,” Vanshika confirmed, her voice calm.
“Knowledge can reveal weaknesses, expose the workings of techniques, uncover the limitations of defenses, and explain principles that someone might otherwise spend an eternity trying to understand.
When knowledge reaches a sufficient depth, it can become more decisive than raw strength.”
Vivaan looked back at the book.
For a moment, he seemed to forget the mysterious creature entirely.
“But the book is so small, Mom.
If it contains information about everything, how could all that knowledge fit inside something like this?”
Vanshika lifted the book slightly.
Vivaan looked at her expectantly.
She smiled.
“And before you ask, no, I am not going to explain the entire structure of a tenth-dimensional space-time object during one afternoon beside a pond.”
Vivaan’s mouth opened.
Then he closed it again.
Vanshika raised an eyebrow.
“Were you about to ask me to do exactly that?”
Vivaan considered denying it.
After a moment, he decided honesty was the more sensible option.
“Perhaps.”
Vanshika laughed softly.
“My brilliant little troublemaker.”
Vivaan accepted the title without complaint and returned his attention to the Scripture.
“But how does someone find a particular answer in a book that contains so much knowledge?”
Vanshika placed the book between them.
“Through our Shaktiveer Soul Signatures.”
Vivaan immediately looked at his mother’s forehead.
Vanshika followed his gaze and smiled.
“Watch carefully, sweetheart.”
She raised her right hand and gently placed two fingers against the center of her forehead.
A soft blue-white radiance appeared beneath her fingertips.
The Shaktiveer Soul Signature gradually manifested across her forehead, revealing its intricate crystalline structure.
Its luminous blue design was traced with delicate golden accents, and a small, brilliant point of light shone at its center.
The moment the signature became visible, the golden inscriptions on the book brightened.
Several tiny particles of golden light rose from its cover.
Vivaan’s eyes widened.
Vanshika lowered her hand and looked at him.
“Our Shaktiveer Soul Signatures can establish a connection with the Scripture.
That connection allows us to direct its search toward the knowledge we want to find.”
Vivaan examined his own forehead.
“Then I should be able to use it too?”
Vanshika’s smile became affectionate.
“Yes, my son.
You can.”
Vivaan straightened excitedly.
“How?”
“Simply think about what you want to know, form a clear image of the subject, or express your question.
The Scripture will respond to the information you provide.” Vanshika explained.
Vanshika turned her attention toward the pond.
“Let me show you.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the unusual creature that had appeared before them.
She recalled its distinctive body, unusual fins, broad head, and the strange way it had watched them before disappearing beneath the water.
A moment later, the book lifted from her lap.
It floated gently between mother and son, surrounded by a delicate radiance of blue and gold.
The cover opened by itself.
FWOOSH!
Its pages began turning.
One page followed another in a rapid but orderly sequence, each made from a luminous golden material that seemed almost alive.
Royal-golden inscriptions flowed across the surfaces in elegant celestial letters.
Tiny golden particles drifted above the pages, while delicate patterns appeared and disappeared around the writing.
Then the pages slowed.
One particular page turned itself into view.
An illustration appeared upon it.
The page was made by Royal purple shakti which constantly flows in the pages and on its pages written in celestial golden letters with soft golden dust making the magical book even more magical.
The mysterious creature from the pond was depicted in extraordinary detail, its unusual features rendered with such precision that Vivaan immediately recognized it.
Below the illustration, lines of golden Sanskrit inscriptions illuminated the page.
Vivaan leaned closer.
“Mom, that’s the creature!”
Vanshika opened her eyes and looked at the illustration.
“Yes, sweetheart.
The Scripture has found it.”
She began reading the information, her gaze moving across the luminous inscriptions.
“This creature belongs to a rare species known as the Lurking Fish Shark Beast.
It is an aquatic beast primarily found in oceans, including extremely deep ocean regions.
Sightings are rare, and encountering one outside its usual habitat is unusual.”
Vivaan studied the illustration carefully.
“A Lurking Fish Shark Beast…”
He repeated the name, then glanced at the pond.
“So it really was a kind of fish-like beast, but not an ordinary fish.”
“Correct,” Vanshika answered.
She continued reading.
“The Scripture also records that its average lifespan is approximately one million years.”
Vivaan froze.
He slowly turned toward his mother.
“One million years?”
Vanshika nodded.
Vivaan looked back at the illustration, his expression filled with genuine astonishment.
“That’s its average lifespan?
Not the maximum?”
“According to the information recorded here, yes.” Vanshika added.
Vivaan stared at the page again.
“A creature can live for one million years on average…”
His thoughts moved rapidly as he considered what such a lifespan might mean.
A creature that lived for so long could experience changes in oceans, landscapes, and entire civilizations that ordinary people would never witness.
Then he noticed something else.
The information was written in a language he recognized.
His eyes followed the golden characters, and his lips moved as he silently read several lines.
Vanshika noticed his unusual concentration.
She leaned slightly toward him.
“Sweetheart, do you recognize the language?”
Vivaan pointed at the inscriptions.
“It’s Sanskrit, Mom.”
Vanshika looked at him with genuine curiosity.
“You recognized it immediately?”
Vivaan glanced at her, puzzled by her reaction.
“Of course.
You’ve taught me Sanskrit.”
Vanshika’s expression became thoughtfully suspicious.
“Have I?”
Vivaan stared at her.
“Mom!”
Vanshika placed a hand against her chin, pretending to search her memory.
“I seem to remember teaching you some Sanskrit.
I don’t remember teaching you enough to read inscriptions of this complexity.”
Vivaan folded his arms.
“You taught me before, and I practiced afterward.”
Vanshika’s eyebrows rose.
“You practiced on your own?”
Vivaan nodded.
“A little.”
“A little?” Vanshika repeated, clearly amused.
Vivaan reconsidered his answer.
“Perhaps more than a little.”
Vanshika laughed and gently drew him into her lap, allowing him to sit comfortably while she held him close.
“My son is a true genius.
I teach him a language, and he continues learning it on his own until he can read magical inscriptions.”
Vivaan leaned against her, looking pleased.
“I didn’t learn everything by myself.
You taught me the enough.”
Vanshika brushed his midnight-blue hair away from his forehead.
“Then I shall take partial credit for the beginning and give you the rest for your effort.”
Vivaan smiled.
“That’s fair.”
For a while, they examined the Scripture together.
Vanshika explained a few of the simpler inscriptions, while Vivaan followed the text and compared the written description with the illustration.
The book remained open between them, its golden pages shining softly.
Eventually, Vanshika noticed that Vivaan’s attention had shifted from the creature’s description to the book itself.
He was studying the cover again.
His fingers hovered just above the intricate golden frame, careful not to disturb the tiny gemstones embedded within it.
His expression was composed, but Vanshika had known him long enough to recognize when his mind had settled on something he wanted.
She smiled knowingly.
“Sweetheart, would you like to keep this book?”
Vivaan immediately looked away.
“It’s a nice book, I suppose.”
Vanshika waited.
Vivaan examined the pond.
“It would make a good addition to my collection.”
Vanshika glanced at him with exaggerated surprise.
“Your collection?”
Vivaan nodded with dignity.
“Yes.”
“What collection?” Vanshika asked innocently.
Vivaan turned toward her in disbelief.
“My collection of magical toys!”
Vanshika pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.
“Oh, that collection.
I had almost forgotten.”
Vivaan looked satisfied.
“See?
Vanshika gently patted his head.
“My dear son, those are the toys you played with when you were younger.”
Vivaan’s expression immediately changed.
“And?”
“And you’re still a child,” Vanshika replied, smiling.
Vivaan considered this objection.
“Then I can continue collecting things.”
Vanshika’s smile widened.
“An excellent argument.
Unfortunately, it still doesn’t explain why you need to pretend you aren’t interested in the book.”
Vivaan looked away again.
“I never said I wasn’t interested.”
“Of course not.” Vanshika said with an exaggerated smile.
“And I didn’t say I wanted to keep it.” Vivaan said.
“Certainly.” Vanshika completely innocently exaggerated.
Vivaan glanced at her.
“Mom, you’re not taking this seriously.”
Vanshika laughed.
“I am taking it very seriously.
I am currently watching my son attempt to negotiate for an extraordinary magical book without admitting that he wants it.”
Vivaan sighed.
“You already know what I want.
Why do you keep asking?”
“Because watching you try to hide your enthusiasm is entertaining.” Vanshika said with smile.
Vivaan looked at her with mock disappointment.
“My own Mom enjoys troubling me.”
“Immensely,” Vanshika admitted.
He shook his head, but a smile appeared on his face.
After a moment, Vivaan carefully lifted the book from the space between them and examined its cover one more time.
“Mom, where should I keep it?”
Vanshika extended her hand.
“Give it to me, sweetheart.
I’ll preserve it in my Spatial Treasury for you.”
Vivaan hesitated briefly before placing the Scripture into her hands.
Vanshika accepted it carefully, making sure its cover remained secure.
She then raised her other hand and pressed her index finger against the air.
The spatial surface opened into the familiar royal-purple portal, its golden framework rearranging itself around the opening.
Vanshika placed the book inside.
The portal closed smoothly, and the surrounding space repaired itself.
Vivaan watched the final golden line disappear.
“Mom, you’ll let me use it whenever I want to learn something, right?”
Vanshika turned toward him.
“Of course.
It belongs in my Spatial Treasury for safekeeping, but that doesn’t mean you cannot access it.
Whenever you need its knowledge, you can ask me, and we’ll use it together.”
Vivaan smiled, satisfied.
“Then I’ll think of some interesting questions later.”
Vanshika raised an eyebrow.
“I am already concerned about what you consider interesting.”
Vivaan grinned.
“You should be.”
Their laughter drifted across the pond, returning the peaceful atmosphere to their little corner of the territory.
For a few moments, Vivaan remained quiet, apparently thinking about something more important than magical books or extraordinary creatures.
Then he looked up at his mother.
“Mom, you told me that kindness is a choice.”
Vanshika’s expression softened.
“Yes, sweetheart.
What about it?”
Vivaan considered his words carefully.
“If kindness is a choice, does that mean I can choose to do whatever I want?”
Vanshika studied him for a moment before answering.
“You can make choices, my son.
But choosing freely doesn’t mean every choice is wise, harmless, or without consequences.
You must understand what you’re choosing and accept responsibility for what follows.”
Vivaan nodded slowly.
“Then having the freedom to choose doesn’t automatically make the choice right.”
“Precisely,” Vanshika replied.
He looked toward the pond.
“But that makes me wonder about something else.”
Vanshika waited patiently.
Vivaan turned back toward her.
“The description of the Eternal Art of Absolute Ascension says that someone must have a genuine connection to Mahashakti, a connection to Absolute Free Will, or exceptional compatibility with the art to synchronize with it.”
Vanshika’s expression became attentive.
Vivaan continued, his voice thoughtful rather than uncertain.
“But I haven’t developed my Shakti yet.
And I don’t know whether I have a connection to Mahashakti or Absolute Free Will.
So how can I learn the art?”
For several seconds, Vanshika didn’t answer.
She looked at her son, recognizing that he had noticed a genuine question rather than simply repeating something he had heard.
Then she gently brushed a strand of midnight-blue hair away from his eyes.
“That’s a very good question, sweetheart.”
Vivaan watched her closely.
“So what’s the answer?”
Vanshika smiled.
“The first thing you need to understand is that learning about an art, synchronizing with it, and mastering it are three different things.”
Vivaan’s eyes brightened as he considered the distinction.
“So I might be able to understand its principles before I can use all its abilities?”
“Exactly.
You can study its structure, understand its purpose, and learn how its different functions relate to one another.
Your current limitations do not prevent you from learning its principles.”
She paused before continuing.
“But synchronization is different.
It requires a genuine connection of the kind described in the Scripture.
You cannot simply declare that you possess one and expect the art to accept you.”
Vivaan nodded.
“Then how do we find out whether I have the necessary connection?”
Vanshika gave him a reassuring smile.
“We investigate it carefully.
We don’t assume the answer before we have evidence.”
Vivaan looked thoughtful.
“And if I don’t have any of those connections?”
“Then we continue learning what we can, and we don’t force the process.
An extraordinary technique should never be an excuse to neglect your foundation or rush into something you aren’t ready to handle.”
Vivaan considered her words before asking another question.
“But you created the Eternal Art of Absolute Ascension, didn’t you, Mom?
Surely you know how someone can synchronize with it.”
Vanshika smiled, her eyes carrying a quiet confidence.
“I know how the art was designed to function, my son.
That doesn’t mean I should invent an answer about your compatibility before we’ve examined it.”
Vivaan was silent for a moment.
Then he nodded.
“Fair enough.”
Vanshika gently tapped his forehead with one finger.
“And remember something else.
You don’t need to become powerful in a single afternoon.
You have time to learn, practice, make discoveries, and improve your understanding.”
Vivaan looked at her with a small smile.
“I know, Mom.
But if there’s something interesting to learn, I want to learn it.”
“I would have been surprised if you said anything else.” Vanshika said.
He leaned against her side again, looking toward the pond where the Lurking Fish Shark Beast had disappeared.
“Mom, when we use the Scripture again, I want to learn more about that creature.”
Vanshika smiled.
“Certainly.
We can also investigate why it appeared in our pond, provided we can find reliable information about that particular occurrence.”
Vivaan nodded, satisfied with the plan.
Then his expression changed as another thought occurred to him.
“Wait, Mom.
If the Scripture can answer every question, can it tell us why the creature came here?”
Vanshika glanced toward the pond.
“Perhaps it can tell us what is known about the creature and its behavior.
Whether it can explain this specific event depends on what information is available to it.”
Vivaan considered the answer.
“So even a book containing all knowledge might need a question that identifies exactly what we want to understand.”
Vanshika’s eyes brightened.
“Very good.
The way you frame a question matters.
If you ask about a creature’s species, you may receive its classification and natural history.
If you ask about a particular event, the Scripture must search for information relevant to that event.”
Vivaan smiled.
“Then next time, I’ll ask a better question.”
Vanshika laughed softly.
“I have no doubt that you will.”
She rose from the bench and offered him her hand.
Vivaan accepted it, and together they began walking toward their home.
The pond behind them had returned to its peaceful appearance, reflecting the soft colors of the sky.
Neither of them noticed that, far beneath the surface, a faint golden glimmer briefly appeared among the shadows.
It vanished before the next ripple reached the shore.
And somewhere within Vanshika’s Spatial Treasury, the cover of The Eternal Scripture of Absolute Knowledge shimmered once, though neither mother nor son had touched it.
To Be Continued…