Meanwhile, outside Yashoda Maiyaa's house, the royal stranger knocked on the door lightly. Nanda Baba was shocked to see a man in such finery outside the house. Hesitantly, he allowed the man to enter, worried that he would be one of Kansa's accomplices. The stranger entered with a deep frown on his face. He introduced himself as Rajendra, the ruler of the Saurashtra Kingdom.

Sensing the surprise on the faces of the two parents in front of him, he quickly got to the point. Nodding, he said, "I'm sure you know that Devanya is Devaki and Vasudev's daughter. But alond with that, she is also the child of Chandra Dev. Many years ago, when Chadra Dev was cured of his disease here, her had given my ancestors the boon of having his offspring rule our kingdom, when no more heirs were present."

"Seeing that I am nearing old age, and I have no children, I can assume that the boon is taking place now. Hence it is my request that you allow her to be separated from you, and let her fulfill her destiny." Yashoda Maiyaa let out a strangled cry. "I may not be her birth mother, nor any god or goddess, but I am the one who took care of her. I am the one who nurtured her. Do I not have any right on her? You talk about her destiny, but do I need to remind you that she is only eight years old? What kingdom is she going to rule?!"

Rajendra curtly replied, "She will not be ruling any kingdom now, as a ruler must have the capabilities. She will be taught under Guru Parshuram." Nanda Baba, in an attempt to console Yashoda, said, "Guru Parshuram only teaches Brahmins however." Rajendra nodded. "This is true, however an exception has been made, as Rohini Mata did heavy penance to extract this boon." Yashoda and Nanda were helpless. They longed to keep Devanya here with them, and protect her. However, they couldn't do anything to stop fate.

Rajendra went outside to his chariot, saying that he would wait till the final family exchanges were over. Yashoda and Nanda stood in shock, unable to comprehend. They didn't know how they would break the news to Devanya. After all, how can anyone be happy to send their child away. Especially when they don't know whether the child will receive the same love and affection they had provided.

Meanwhile, outside the house, the three children were sitting nearby on a grassy field, playing a game. Seeing the sun setting, they went back to their house. They were also very curious about the stranger they had seen outside their house. Balarama was the first to speak, being Jyesht. "Maiyaa, who was that man who looked like he came from a palace?" Nanda Baba spoke. "He has come to tell us an important message. He thinks we should send Devanya for gurukul, as she has some other responsibility.

Devanya's eyes widened. "Maiyaa, you are sending me away? Please Maiyaa, I don't want to go. I'll promise not to steal butter, and I won't ever disobey you." Tears started flowing down her eyes. This was it for Yashoda. She sobbed and hugged her daughter. "No putri, we want you to stay, but we can't do anything. I have lost all hope." Krishna and Balaram were devastated to know about this. However, fate had this in store for them too. These 3 children were blessed to have a mother like Yashoda Maiyaa, who didn't share blood with them, but loved them dearly.

Blessed were the children of her, who received her motherhood. And it is her and their misfortune that they had to part ways so soon. She will be an ideal example for all mothers, and be in the history books forever.

And Devanya left the place she called home forever. The memories of stealing butter with Dau and Bhaiya. They all were gone, stored into a part of her memory, for solace. But even if a flower petal breaks off the flower and flies away, its identity will remain with the flower.

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Two hours later, Devanya was on the chariot of Rajendra, and they were headed to a location unknown to Devanya. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know much about the royal stranger and hence kept quiet. She was also very untrustful of the person and angry that she had been separated from her parents. However, after spending a long time going into a place where it looked like nothing was there, Devanya couldn't help it. "Where are we going Shriman? Is the palace in the middle of all this grass?" "No, you will be going to gurukul, and will be taught by Guru Parshuram."

Soon upon reaching a flower meadow, Devanya and Rajendra got off the chariot. Gesturing to a unique placement of stones on the top of the hill, Rajendra said, "There is Guru Parshuram's ashram. You must climb the hill and sit in a meditating position for 1 hour, before then waiting for Guru Parshuram's ashram. I must leave you here however, as my presence is not allowed there." Saying that, he left and Devanya stood there at the bottom.

The poor girl was left in a state of confusion. All the events in her life were getting jumbled up in her mind and everything was moving too fast. She couldn't control her sorrow as she stared at the hill she had to climb. Oh how she wished she was with her mother and father. Had she been in the safe solace of her home, she'd have never been left in such a way. How can anyone think that in the age of playing and having fun, one was instead left alone to ponder her destiny.

Slowly, she climbed to the unique stone pattern, and sat there meditating. The peace of the birds chirping and a slow rushing waterfall gave her a sense of calm. Yet even when separated from her two mothers, Devi Prakriti, the mother nature, was always there.