The Golden Trident of Ananta Mountain

 Ananta Mountain

The Golden Trident of Ananta Mountain

Deep beneath the swirling waves of the Soft-Water Ocean, where the light of the sun could not reach, stood a mighty mountain—Ananta Mountain, shining like pure gold. At its peak stood a golden trident, glowing with divine power.

This was no ordinary mountain. It was the throne of Ananta, the great thousand-hooded serpent, who held the weight of the world upon his head. His coils stretched endlessly, and his eyes shimmered like twin moons.

One day, a curious young vanara named Vali (not to be confused with Sugreeva’s brother) heard tales of the golden trident. "If I bring it to Lord Rama," he thought, "it could help us defeat Ravana!"

With a brave heart, Vali journeyed east, crossing terrifying oceans where fire-breathing demons lurked beneath the waves. Finally, he reached Ananta Mountain.

As he climbed, the air hummed with energy. At the summit, the golden trident stood tall—its three prongs blazing like captured sunlight. But as Vali reached out, a deep voice rumbled:

"Who dares disturb my rest?"

Vali turned and gasped—Ananta himself loomed before him, his massive hoods swaying like storm clouds.

"Great Serpent," Vali bowed, "I seek this trident to help Lord Rama rescue Sita from the demon king!"

Ananta’s eyes softened. "Rama… the avatar of Vishnu." He nodded. "The trident is not mine to give—it belongs to Shiva. But if your heart is pure, touch it, and see."

Vali stretched out his hand—ZZZT! A surge of energy shot through him! Visions flashed—Rama’s victory, Ravana’s fall, and a future of peace.

When he awoke, the trident was gone. But in his palm lay a single golden scale from Ananta himself.

"Carry this," whispered the serpent. "When Rama needs strength, it shall shine for him."

And so, Vali raced back, his spirit alight with hope. For he knew—even the gods were on their side.

The End.