India, Oct. 25 -- The night was silent and painted in the silver hues of a magnificent full moon. Outside the hermitage of sage Vashistha, a shadow lurked in the dark. It was King Vishwamitra, holding a heavy iron sword.

For years, a bitter rivalry had consumed Vishwamitra. He craved the ultimate title of Brahmarishi, a spiritual honor that only the self-realized Vashistha could bestow. Driven by blinding jealousy, Vishwamitra had committed unspeakable horrors, even slaughtering all one hundred of Vashistha's sons to prove his superiority. Yet, the sage had never retaliated. Frustrated by this unshakeable peace, Vishwamitra had come tonight to end his rival's life forever.

Creeping toward the open window, the king raised his blade, paus...