Vidya

Pramadvara had grown up in the peaceful hermitage of the sage Sthulakesha. She was gentle in speech, radiant in appearance and beloved by everyone who knew her.

One was an enormous elephant, towering like a moving hill. His tusks gleamed like crescent moons, and every stamp of his feet sent waves crashing against the banks. Opposite him was a gigantic tortoise whose shell was wide and dark like an island of stone. His claws tore through the lakebed, while his great jaws snapped with terrible force.

Kashyapa was a son of the ancient seer Marichi and one of the great progenitors through whom the many races of the world came into being. Among his wives were two sisters, Kadru and Vinata, daughters of Daksha Prajapati.

In time, Kadru laid a thousand eggs, while Vinata laid two. Five hundred years passed before Kadru’s eggs broke open, releasing a vast race of serpents—the Nagas. They emerged in countless forms, gleaming like polished metal, their hoods marked with strange patterns and their eyes bright with ancient intelligence.

He was taller and more graceful than any earthly steed. His body shone like fresh moonlight, his mane flowed like a river of pearls, and every movement of his hooves seemed to awaken music in the sky. Neither dust nor darkness could cling to him. He appeared to have been shaped from the first white light of dawn.