The Tribe of Jamadagni: (1 The Brahmana Trilogy)

Five thousand and fifty years ago, long before the Mahabharata was ever conceived, before kingdoms rose and gods claimed dominion over man, a legacy was born-not in temples or battlefields, but in fire, betrayal, and exile. Far to the northwest of what we now call Bharat, high in the wind-scoured steppes beyond the upper reaches of the Indus, there stood a fortress unlike any other. A citadel of minds. A haven of logic. A sanctum of progress. Here, a tribe had thrived for centuries. Brilliant. Isolated. Feared. They called themselves the Bhargavas. They were scientists-metallurgists, astronomers, engineers, physicians, and inventors of terrifying genius. At the helm of this extraordinary civilization stood Jamadagni-a man of frightening brilliance. He believed in a world not led by warriors or priests, but by thinkers. Not by men who conquered or prophesied, but by those who understood systems-biological, social, cosmological. But even the most rational mind can be blind to its own home. He did not see the war brewing within the walls of his fortress. Or perhaps he saw it too late. His wife, Renuka, was no passive consort. While Jamadagni believed in control, Renuka longed for balance. There, the Gandharva Confederacy had emerged-an alliance of artistic tribes, mystics, and bards who fused memory with melody, who viewed the cosmos not as a machine to be deconstructed, but a song to be sung. The Gandharvas offered Renuka a different future. One where knowledge served harmony, not hierarchy. One where children were not taught to calibrate lasers before learning to smile. In secret, she defected. She took four of their five sons-the ones Jamadagni had trained to become the next generation of Bhargava minds. Parshuram, the youngest, was left behind. Whether by choice or by fate, he would never know. What began as a rift in ideology became the first civil war of Aryavarta. The Bhargava-Gandharva conflict tore across the highlands, sparking a series of silent assassinations. When the dust settled, Renuka had vanished. The four sons were never seen again. Only Jamadagni and Parshuram remained. As the climate worsened and political alliances broke down, father and son abandoned the steppes. With a handful of scrolls, broken tech, and fragments of memory, they crossed the snow-choked mountains and descended into the lush, chaotic lands to the East-lands untouched by the Bhargava way. In this strange new world, Jamadagni sought refuge. He offered his knowledge to the most formidable ruler of the time: Kartavirya Arjuna, king of the Haiheyas, emperor of the South. At first, the deal was clear. Science for stability. Knowledge for protection. But what would this pact bring forth? This is The Tribe of Jamadagni. Book One of The Brahmana Trilogy. Before gods ruled the land, humans shaped its bones. And some of them still burn in history.