Wherever his eyes meet, blood bath is all that he sees.

Rufulous furs battered with blood, golden brown eyes in a fierce staring contest. Quick and fast one pulls the other to the red ground beneath, clawing his way in haste with a trained expertise.

Somewhere in distance, he hears angry growls. Huge black lycanthropes pouncing at each other's throat. Scattered all around lie thousand such beasts, littered around lifeless, all lost to their adversaries.

The sun glares down as his ears drown in growls, eyes bath in blood sucking fights and nostrils brim with the stench of death.

Gore casts its shadows on the fierce war beneath as death ruefully collects souls from the barren land in duty. Macabre dances before his eyes, as heads of wolves are torn apart from their bodies.

Yet more blemished bodies fall back on the ground in defeat, when sharp claws drip with the blood of their enemies and slavering mouths hang open as they revel in their victory.

Then a howl rings through the red sky, blotched in blaring purples and oranges, leaving him with a painful sight of lifeless bodies lain on the ground scattered.

Angry reds, fear-filled yellows and still-in-shock golden brown eyes stare back at him hauntingly, as their battered bodies in a pool of blood leave him trembling in fear of the appalling scene.

Horrified; the king broke away from his nightmare with erratic breath, racing pulse and in cold sweat. Mouth as dry as a desert and aged body trembling like a leaf, his blurred vision cleared away bringing him back to his huge chamber.

For once he wished, he were not a true royal blood gifted with the power to foresee the future in his dreams. Trepidation bubbled up neath his skin, and his hands flew up to shut his eyes tight in refusal to envisage a repetition of the history. Not again.

While Gandhara flourished under his father, Neer and Neruppu clans fell in a blood shedding war. A member from each had broken the rules of clan bounded love. And so a war began, and neer allied with aagayam as did neruppu with nilam. Thousands died from either side and hadn't Kaatru interfered, either of the clans might have vanished off from the surface of earth.

His father who was away from the kingdom, couldn't commute back due to poor weather. And he still remembers the fear in his mother's eyes.

He feared it too, now. An end to any of the clans. A wiped out gandhara.

NO!

He wouldn't let such a mishappening occur, let alone sit back and watch until it's too late to fix things back to normal.

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"You are back at it," Hoseok deadpanned, "aren't you?"

"What?!" he exclaimed, pulling his hands up in defense, "Is working out wrong now?"

"Of course not," Hoseok shrugged, unfazed, " Working out is fine, but the sparring quarters are built at the other end of the Hall for a reason, " he raised a brow.

It wasn't quite in his routine to be interrupted by Hoseok, but now that he was, all he could muster was—

"Well. .um. . I am the crown prince of Gandhara, so they changed it to this end at my request, didn't they?" he let the rhetoric question hang in air as he mouthed the giggling omegas to play along with him. They did, like always.

"Well, I obviously saw that coming, " Hoseok sighed, and turning to him added, "but Kook, the king called for you. They said it's something important"

"Urgent? " He piped, already walking up to where he had left his robe.

"It's better to hurry up"

Pulling on the robe, he strode alongside Hoseok past the long corridors of the castle. A tense silence looming.

Marble floors, walls and arcades stretched along the path. The flashy reds of curtains, with their golden borders, momentarily stealing away the monotone.

A labyrinth of corridors after, two massive doors readily guarded invited them. Knowing them, the guard didn't hesitate a moment to grant immediate access. They didn't waste a moment either.

"Your highness, " Jung hyun was always his father except when he was perched on his throne, "sorry for the wait"

The coutroom, unlike any other day, was stranded alone. Except for the colossal throne. The empty seats before. And his father, settled on the throne, lost in thoughts.

"Your highness" Hoseok followed him, "I apologize too."

His father flinched on his seat, noticed them and breathed an audible sigh of relief.

Something was wrong.

"Jungkook. . Hoseok," he slowly drawled out,"I am no more the king that Gandhara can trust it's safety upon. I am now but an old man, with a crown on my head and a throne for a seat. But Gandhara is in peril and I am afraid I'm not capable enough to not to lose to it."

"Your highness, What are you-," Jungkook began, confused.

"History is to repeat itself, sons. I dreamt of a war- petrifying, terrible....gore. It seems like there is soon to be a war, sons. It is likely to be between the ancestral rivalries of Neer, Neruppu and their allies. . .again" he trailed off, rubbing a tired palm over his overly perspired face.

"Hoseok, set out on a expedition to all four clans and check on any tensions between them. . if prevalent" Junghyun commanded, still in thoughts.

"But your highness-" Jungkook interrupted, shutting himself up when his father's palm directed.

"Jungkook, you are to secure the palace and kingdom boundaries with personal supervision," The king ordered him, with a solemn nod to himself, "disguised ofcourse"

"Your highness, can I suggest upon an easier remedy?" Jungkook asked, pensive.

A nod.

"Since public awareness about this might create panic and disorder among the mass, it would be better if I head out on a disguised expedition to Kaatru clan, for a peaceful remedy to be sort out" He explained, moving his hands about to get his point across.

Junghyun paused, looked at Jungkook and realised it was time.

"Competing for the throne, son?" Junghyun raised a brow with a playful smile. The air around got a tad bit less tenser.

"Can never match your highness there, can I?" Jungkook smiled back.

"No one else, except us, must be made aware of this," The king warned, smile fading.

"And stays within the closet to not draw any attention or instill panic even inside the palace walls for that matters. Not even must your mother," He glanced at Hoseok," be apprised of this at any cost."

They nodded back solemnly in understanding.

"Jungkook, you shall head forth tonight." He ordered, before turning to Hoseok, "And you begin now, patrolling the palace and the kingdom "

After a short silent spell, he added to the duo, "If you find anything unusual, send me your most trusted spy with a letter or blow the conch if necessary. "

They nodded back again. Suddenly they looked much older, much hostile.

"We retire, your highness, " They voiced in unison before bowing and heading back to their assigned tasks.

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A/n:
So ...Up with the first chapter and we are gonna get it from now on!

I know there might be lot of confusions, but u can refer to the chart below for them.I hope my writing is legible enough though.

Ask me anything (if it concerns any doubts to the plot)