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𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐀 | ʙᴀʜᴜʙᴀʟɪ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Mahendra Bahubali [Shivudu] & Amrendra Bahubali (the "&" signs means it's not romantic relationship. telling for some idiots out there.)

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Bahubali

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 1.03k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Mahendra being well himself, extreme sports(?), climbling a fucking waterfall, minor injury, he needs better sense of preservation just like his father did.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 he knew something was definitely up with the waterfall.

ᴀ/ɴ : I am suppose to be writing a request but we all know how "strong" I am when it comes to bahubali :) this is short I am aware. I'll make it parts I guess.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ

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If he falls this time he swears to god he will bash someone's skull. This was his third try in the day for god's sake. He would like to at least surpass his regular record.

People often didn't ask him where his obsession with the gigantic wonder of nature came from.They simply assumed it was another product of his adventurous nature and while it was somewhere right, his inquisitive side was more of a source behind.

And not it wasn't the wonder of what was above, nope. It was why the water never drowned? Why was the stream following with such vigour so gentle with him? Why do the branches and leaves always break his fall? Why hasn't he ever broken a bone? Why?

With all these questions in mind he went to grab another edge of the rock only to get the grip right and step wrong as he fell backwards he squeezed his eyes shut, he is definitely breaking a bone this time.

He was preparing for impact when he stopped? What? Opening his eyes he blinks twice before realising he was hanging upside down. Weird.

He tries once, then again and then again before he manages to bend himself enough to look at what saved and you gotta be kidding him. He sighed as he relaxed his core coming back to his hanging position.

His leg that stuck between the stems of the leaves that were intertwined because of how close the canopies of the trees have gotten as they grew.

Seriously what is going on. How lucky or blessed or gifted, as he is often called, does he have to be to get his kind of luck.

He shakes his head before looking around before noticing a small gap between two rocks, he should be able to hold himself up if he hooks his hand there.

With an exhale he swings his weight back and forth, trusting whatever force that was protecting him to not let the stems break, before he tightened his core bent up.

The first try was a failure because of the water, he almost reached it but the speed and amount of water coming down on that rock is too much, dammit.

He takes a breath, the fragile bindings of his leg can give away any moment and he will definitely crack his skull if he falls like this. He closes his eyes, sending a silent prayer to the waterfall spirit. He is not thinking of a name right now, too busy trying not to fall to his death and tries again.

His eyebrow twitches when he notices the stream slowly dying, yup this waterfall definitely had a spirit alright. He successfully grabs the rock, checking his grip before he pulls his leg, shrieking loud when the weight shifts suddenly.

A wind blows, making the move, making a loud ruffling type of noise echo just after his shriek.

“Not funny.”

He complains like a child whining to his father who is smiling at him being scared of something silly. He smiles when the wind stops, turning to look for a gap to hook his leg so the weight would not only be on his hand, hiding his own smile.

Once he finds his footing, he pushes himself up, climbing a few more metres before he finds stable ground and big enough space to sit down for a while.

He slouches as soon as he sits, breathing heavily, as the adrenaline fades he starts to feel the throbbing in his palms and shoulder. He looks at his palms to find them turning red slowly from grabbing on the rocks which wouldn't be as bad but his shoulder defineltly fucking hurts. Not to mention he was tired after the two earlier attempts.

Taking his whole weight on it wasn't a good idea was it.

He looks up, he is definitely past his usual mark, a few more metres and he might just make it, he grabs his shoulder, groaning out loud as he purposely pressed down on it. If it goes numb for a while it might not be as bad till the adrenaline starts running back in his veins.

“Oh come on.”

He almost whines under his breath as clouds around the waterfall turn darker, looking ready to rain wasn't the sun out like twenty minutes ago. His lips form an almost pout as the stream of water picks up the pace too.

It was clearly a no from the spirit.

He just rolls his eyes and cracks his shoulder, punching it softly a few times. He didn't listen to his human parents, this was just a spirit, there is no way it's winning against him in a battle of stubbornness.

The water coming down directly on him as he climbed was annoying, it was irritating him and messing with his grip, not to mention the cold nature of the liquid element wasn't appreciated by the pain in his shoulder.

He tries to look up but fails when the water almost lands in his eyes and mouth making him cough and reach for the next crack in rock blinding only for his hand to slip making him shriek for the second time that day and fall back down.

The water doesn't let him make out much but he flaps his hand, getting his bearings back and coming up on the surface just in time to be thrown down in the pond at the end of the fall.

He comes out of water, coughing for breath as he pushes his wet hair back, grabbing his injured shoulder before he turns towards the giant water wonder.

“That was unnecessary.” He grumbles, splashing the water in frustration with his good hand. The clouds reply with a thunder and he rolls his eyes, yeah yeah he got it. No fourth attempt.

He grumbles under his breath about how he will have to listen to another lecture from his mother, walking out of the water, turning back to glare at the natural wonder.

His usually sharp eyes missing the weirdly familiar reflection of him looking at him walking away from the water in front of undercutting, with the soft expression before fading away.

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