Across the rivers and lakes, amidst the varying pastures, the reflective greens of the landscape glowed brighter in the strengthening light. They were green at their base, the forests gathered by nature's wand. Then, there were the roads that climbed the Alps, wending this way and that, making tight turns that felt, for all the world, like a fairground ride. Amidst all that stood the royal palace—tall and proud—like a parent overlooking their child, a guardian to many and a barrier to few.

The palace was radiant, adorned with decorations that spread warmth everywhere. One room, in particular, was filled with the fragrance of flowers, its eerie darkness illuminated by the holy fire and the sound of holy mantras. Maharaj Satyashekhara and Maharani Shrutakirti occupied the seats on the dais, surrounded by a few Rishis who sat completely engrossed in deep meditation. As they waited with folded hands, chanting themselves, and closed eyes, the sages slowly opened their eyes.

They whispered among themselves seriously and resolutely, then turned back to the eager royals.

"We have received answers to your questions, O King and Queen," one of them finally answered. "Your children shall indeed play a great part in the events that are to come and follow the path of righteousness."

The King and Queen looked at each other with uncontained happiness. The sages looked solemn, and the other sages nodded resolutely at the speaking sage, urging him to continue.

"However, great obstacles can also be seen, your majesties. Your children shall be separated for years, and some of their actions alone shall determine the future that is to follow. I'm afraid you shall have to separate from one of them for years to come."

The King and Queen looked at each other again, their expressions turning grim.

"Are you certain that there is nothing to be done?" asked Maharani Shrutakirti.

"I'm afraid not. Even we can't do anything here, not when it could turn the future for the worse," said the Rishis.

"Will this separation be fruitful? Will our children truly be righteous and accomplish what's necessary to save our kingdom?" The King asked, his voice filled with worry.

"That all depends on them, Maharaj. They have great potential, and the likelihood is high. Yet, we cannot be certain. All we can do is raise them well and teach them to seek guidance to stay on the right path when they require it," the sage replied.

The royals nodded, understanding yet unable to bear the thought of the future to come. They were still in a daze, barely conscious, when the sages left and they too had to exit the room.

"How can we bear the thought of separating from our children, Arya? How shall we live our lives, knowing that our child could be anywhere, without knowing when they shall return?" The Queen finally voiced her thoughts, her voice quivering at the very thought.

"I do not have the answers to your worries, my queen. However, I can assure you of one thing. This is something prophesied by great sages. Our child shall be protected by the divine and will be led back to us when it's the right time. It's not in our control, so the best we can do is hope," the King replied.

The Queen nodded, wiping away her tears. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with hope.

"Do you think we could keep something with our children at all times? Like a letter or a symbol that would lead them back to us?" she asked. The king nodded in agreement, promising to arrange for the same.

Maharani Shrutakirti closed her eyes, raising her hands towards the sky. "Hey Mahadev! Hey Narayan! Please protect them and guide them," she prayed.

P.S.: Usually instead of Yagna there's checking of horoscope but here the sages who are summoned are more efficient into knowing things without horoscope. Also the holy fire is required in this scene.