"One wholesome chunk of air....Haaaa.....take in, Breathe......
Stale, thick air, it smells of something strange.....
No  way....
it smells of BLOOD....it smells of War....
Wait, look....a long, heavy, silver SWORD...in my hand.
it looks like it is created ....out of lightening...it is electric, literally....
But I am carrying it, in my bare hands....as if it's an extension of my arm.

My hands, they are soaked in blood and so is this alien looking electric sword....Is it mine?
And  I am  running, still running, still breathless....still in my strange warrior constume...
These are certainly not my clothes....
This certainly isn't me....But it is me....and I feel so angry...so angry that I can't breathe....I am gasping...for air....."

Avera woke up with a start, she was  still panting. That was one of the most vivid dreams she had had. As if she was really in it...as if she was out of her body,watching herself from the top, and her body was in that dream.

She remembered something, from the dream. The sword had something written on it. She saw it clearly. She could recognise the language....Sanskrit.
Her dad used to teach her when she was little. He was an acclaimed scholar and taught the language  at the Heidelberg University, in  Germany.

She painfully brushed the fond memories of her dad aside and tried to focus on the dream...tried to remember what was written....It was a single word...भुमिपुत्री

She knew, what it meant. It meant "Daughter of Earth"....
And although, she was not as knowledgable as her dad, she knew what the term referred to...
It referred to the Princess from Ramayana, Rama's wife - Sita.

Sita.....according to all the stories her dad had told her, was also her mother's name.