Dhatri's Visitation

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Scene Title Dhatri's Visitation
Synopsis Dhatri gets visited by his mother and father, Vishnu and Lakshmi and becomes a Scion of Vishnu.

Dhatri's Apartment

A small medical student's apartment.


There is a soft knocking at the door. It's gentle and persistent. Knock knock knock. Three knocks. A pause for a short moment—twice as long as it takes to knock thrice. And then there are three knocks again. No one has told Dhatri that there would be a visitor. It isn't the best time for a visitor either. It's late. Very late. Almost bedtime even. The knocking persists. Gentle, but it's clear it will continue.

Dhatri grumbles something not entirely flattering in Hindi as he heads for the door. He is in a dressing gown at the moment, and his shoulder length hair is loose. He smells as if he has just bathed. "Yes?" he asks of the person knocking at his apartment door. His room is neat and tidy, and he has a bookshelf filled with medical texts and fantasy novels; the titles of the ones he brought with him are in Hindi; the ones he bought here in the US are naturally in English.

There's a couple on the other side. A man and a woman. They're of possible Indian descent, though their features seem a mixture of all races, and though their skin has a slight brown hue to it, it doesn't seem to match any color found among the normal races of the World. Their hair is dark and luxurious. The woman stands against the man, and they both smile at Dhatri as he answers. They seem somehow apologetic and at the same time demanding. The man, head and shoulders taller than the woman, speaks first. "Excuse me," he has a faint lilt to his tone, as if he speaks naturally in a language more musical than english, "we need to speak with you. It is very important."

"And who might you be?" Dhatri asks of the couple, his accent marking him as being from Goa, in India. He steps to one side to allow them in, closing the door behind them. He clearly isn't happy, but if it's as important as they say, the conversation should take place in private.

The man and woman enter with a bow of their heads. Their clothing is of immaculate quality, out of time and yet not out of place. Slightly anachronistic but eccentrically fashionable. The woman wears a long, conservative black dress, the man a three-piece suit with the blazer missing. "We're sorry to bother you so late, but it has been a long journey. We would have waited for a better time, but it is a matter of significant urgency." The man places his arm around the woman's shoulder. "We've come to talk to you about-" the man looks to the woman, as if for guidance, and she shakes her head. He nods in response. "-about Goa."

"Please, take a seat," Dhatri offers the couple. "What about Goa?" he then asks with a thoughtful frown, sitting on one of the several chairs in the apartment.

They both seem relieved at Dhatri's reaction. The pair take a seat next to one another, woman holds the man's hand in her lap. She speaks in a matching accent, her voice is soft and yet powerful. She could command an army or comfort a child with equal ease. "Goa was unfortunate. The temple was not the best choice. But in these days we have had to make many choices that were not the best. It was unfortunate. We have come to make amends." The man nods at her words, "This part is always the most difficult. We know what words we have to say, but each person always needs to hear those words differently. We have come to tell you about your birth parents."

"I see," Dhatri replies, "so you left me at the temple? It worked out well enough in the end; the family who adopted me was unable to have children, and they were wealthy enough to see to my education. I assume you knew my birth parents?"

"We know them very well. They are not of this world, though they have not passed on to their next life." The man responds. His wife looks up to him and places a hand on his arm. He seems steeled by this. "It would be more honest to say we have come to tell you the truth of your origins, not just of your parents. We wanted to wait until you were more settled, until you finished your education, to perhaps give you more time to realize you have gifts unavailable to your peers." He places his hand over the woman's, "The events you survived recently forced our hands. We've been watching over you, and we have decided that it was time to give you your legacy. This is how fate always seems to work. It is unkind." The woman looks up to him and taps him on the arm with a sharply-nailed finger, "You have been skirting the issue, husband. It does not flatter you to do so." He nods to her with a smile, "You are right, wife." He faces Dhatri, "It is not very kind of me to not be direct, but it is never easy, and few believe us outright. I apologize. We are your parents."

"I can see why few would believe you," Dhatri points out drily. "All right, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you're telling me the truth, if only because I've not exactly been advertising the fact that I'm somewhat stronger than most; why did you leave me at the temple?"

Storyteller's Note: Until this point Dhatri could not see his parent's true nature, as they had obscured their natures, but it is at this point that he saw through their guises to their true divine forms.

The man squeezes his wife's shoulder with one hand and pulls one of her hands into his lap with the other. He places another hand on his knee, and with another he seems to be holding a large golden mace. His wife wraps a hand around his waist and folds another in her lap. With her other two, she holds aloft two lotus flowers. The two seem to smile knowingly, as if a grand puzzle has just been solved by their son. "Because we knew that there you would have the best life. And that you would have a chance to grow strong of body and noble in spirit. And we knew you would bring a wealth of happiness to the family that adopted you." Precious jewels are set in the earlobes of the couple, and their fingers are trimmed with bands of rare metals. "We have come to give you your birthright." The woman says. "And to tell you of your responsibilities in the coming days." The man adds. His skin is a fine, fair blue, as if he were carved from the sky itself.

Dhatri stays silent for about a minute, taking in what he's seeing. "Well, I think it's safe to say that any doubts I had about the existance of the gods have just been permanently laid to rest," he says drily. "So I'm the son of two gods. You speak of responsibilities; what are they? Other than using my abilities to help those who are less fortunate than myself, of course."

"He's taking this very well, wife," Vishnu says to Lakshmi, "he is most definitely your son." She smiles up at him, "But you know he has your spirit in him, husband." They both nod. "Son," Vishnu says, "one of our agents is Dr. Suresh. We did not give you an unfair advantage when applying for your education, but we did ensure that someone could watch over you while you were still learning. He can fill in some details for us, he knows he works for powerful entities, but for his protection we have not given him full knowledge of the struggle. Should you have questions for him, he will answer them." Vishnu raises his hand from his knee and twists his palm upwards, resting in his hand is the claw of an eagle. "You will have to fight many evil entities in the coming days. The gods are not so perfect as the legends of them would have you believe. We have each made mistakes, entities we had imprisoned have escaped. The man you saw at St. Fry's, the catholic school, was spawned from one of these entities."

Dhatri nods. "I see," he says thoughtfully. "What are these beings?" he then asks. "That 'man', for want of a better word, was among the strongest and most durable I have ever seen; had I been alone, I would probably have been killed. Also, the other people who were there; I take it they were like me?" It hasn't yet occurred to him to pick up the stuffed eagle's claw.

"They were also the children of gods, from various groups of deities. We know one of them was an Aesir, a son of a nordic god. The others are less famous, but they will forge their own legends in time, if they are fortunate enough to survive." The wife smiles after explaining. The husband continues for her. "He was a spawn of a Titan. Titanspawn, an obvious choice of name. Titans are the beings that the gods had imprisoned, and they have escaped. They are beings of indescribable power, beings that are the very essence of the Material World." Lakshmi nods and takes over. "The gods are their children, and they attempted to destroy us. They may change the nature of the World, and they will release more horrors to worry the mortals if we do not stop them. The conflict is long and storied and would take months to tell in full, but in hubris we assumed they would stay in their prison for eternity. We, all the gods, were wrong." They both nod solemnly. "So we must gift our children with the tools and powers to protect the mortals." Vishnu finishes.

Dhatri sighs and nods once more. "Then I must do what I can," he says in a resigned tone. After a moment, he gently takes the eagle's claw from his father's hand. "What is this?" he asks of them. "Other than an eagle's claw," he adds quickly, his tone dry. The claw appears expertly stuffed, and attached to it is a leather strap, as though it is intended to be warn around the neck.

"When I was walking the world many centuries ago, a child of your mother and I was being held ransom from its foster parents by brigands." He squeezes his wife's shoulder, "The parents were merchants, and the brigands that had bound the child and were going to murder her if her parents did not pay them in cloth and spices. An archer had an arrow pointed at the child. He did not mean to slip and release it, but he did." Lakshmi picks up here, "Before the arrow could wound the child, an eagle imposed itself to protect her and was struck dead by the arrow. The brigands, in shock, dropped their guard and gave the father just enough time to rescue his foster child." Lakshmi brings one of her lotuses to her nose to smell. Vishnu returns to the role of storyteller, "We took the eagle's body and to honor it we crafted its remains into items to give to our children, so it could continue to protect them even in death." Vishnu smiles at the memory. "This pendant will grant you access to powers governing eagles, powers to protect others, the power of the sky and winds, and the power to travel unerringly and with speed faster than any mortal device."

Dhatri nods. "I see," he answers, wearing the claw around his neck. He blinks as he almost instantly knows which way is North. "The power of sky and winds; you mean if I wear this, I'd be able to fly?" he asks, his tone half incredulous but half intrigued.

"Correct." Vishnu responds. "Though you must develop your powers over time. They are given to you through this claw. You must possess it to use them, and to develop them further. Guard it closely, it was made from our divine blood and through the death of a noble bird." Lakshmi lowers her lotus and speaks again, "The night grows even later, husband. And I fear dawdling." Vishnu closes his eyes and nods. "You are correct, as always, wife. Son," he opens his eyes, "we must hide our light under a bushel while in the Material World. As a child of ours adopted by a christian family once put it. It draws the eyes of the Titans and their spawn when we visit. It is another reason why these visitations are always so difficult." Lakshmi presses a hand to her husband's arm, "They are never long enough, and always leave more questions than answers for our children. We can stay for a few more moments, but we should depart soon, for your safety and ours."

Dhatri nods. "Then I look forward to seeing you again; in the mean time, those of us who are not gods should be getting some sleep," he says with a dry tone and a smile. "Have a safe journey."

Vishnu extends a hand, "I hope we will visit you again, son." Lakshmi offers one of her ubiquitous lotuses as a parting gift. "As do I. Please, take this. As long as you remain noble in spirit and deed, it shall never wilt. But it is just a memento, so do not fret if it is stolen or destroyed in your fights to come." When Dhatri next blinks, the two gods seem again to be only mortals of indefinable heritage wearing unusual but quality clothing.

"Thank you; I look forward to it," Dhatri replies, taking the lotus with his left hand and shaking Vishnu's hand with his right. He heads over to the door and opens it. Once the couple have left, he closes the door behind them and locks it. He sighs and places the lotus in a vase of water, if only for appearance's sake. He makes up his mind to visit Dr. Suresh in the morning; for now, he needs sleep so he does exactly that.

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