This was originally written as a Short Story, but it feels better to include this chapter in The Legend of Maharana Pratap, the series, as it is one of the most important and impactful chapters of his life that made him who he was. “Tomorrow will be a new dawn, of new hope, and a new beginning. Tomorrow will be the best. Because Tomorrow, there will be no tomorrow.” The cold night was silent. The stars twinkled like a sheet of golden sequins spread across the midnight sky. The camp tents below had green flags flying high. The Shahenshah E Hind was having a good night’s sleep in the peace of an almost seized victory. He dreamt of sitting on the throne of the fort the next day as the invincible, and who knew, perhaps, he could catch that nightmare alive. Kunwar Pratap Singh had stolen Jalaluddin’s dreams and turned them into nightmares. His otherwise not-so-efficient father would have surrendered long ago. Rumour had it that he had escaped with his closest kin to some lakesid...