Chapter 2 - 002 ※ Beware the Newborn Demigods and Their Cosmic Ego Trips

When we reach the pivotal age of 20, an age that marks the transition into the next chapter of our existence, we are sent to the reality tied to our books of destiny. This arrival is not mundane, nor is it ordinary. It is a celestial event, an occurrence so radiant and profound that it leaves an indelible mark on the world we enter. Our descent into this new realm mirrors the brilliance of a shooting star tearing through the night sky—a streak of incandescent light, a spark of divine energy falling from the heavens. Yet, despite the grandeur of this cosmic entry, we do not arrive as fully formed beings, ready to conquer. Instead, we are reborn into this world in the form of a newborn child, unassuming in appearance but containing immeasurable depth.

Even in this fragile, infantile form, we are not like the mortal children of this new reality. We retain every aspect of our immortal essence—an unyielding spirit, a divine nature, and an endurance that cannot be matched. Our form may be small and helpless to those who see us, but within lies the power of an Immortal, untouched and unwavering. Our appearance, too, remains unaltered by the transition. We are born into this world looking as we always have—our features, our presence, our aura, all unchanged. This is not an act of vanity but a reflection of who we are: eternal beings who do not bend to the laws of the worlds we enter. Along with our immortal nature, we bring with us all our memories. Every lesson, every truth, every moment from our previous existence as Immortals is etched into the very core of our being. Nothing is forgotten, and nothing is lost. And with us comes our most sacred possession: our book of destiny.

To the untrained eye, this book might seem unremarkable—just a simple tome, a relic that holds no significance. But this perception could not be further from the truth. The book of destiny is far more than what it appears to be. Its true content is hidden, veiled by the divine and ancient language of the Immortals—a language that no mortal could ever hope to understand. This language, intricate and unfathomable, is as much a part of us as the air we breathe. The book itself is more than a mere object; it is a part of our very essence, an extension of our spirit. It is magically bound to us, tied to the core of our being in a way that makes it impossible to lose or steal. No matter where we go or what happens, it remains with us, a constant companion and guide.

But what is this book of destiny, truly? It is not simply a guidebook or a map. It is a treasure, a singular and priceless artifact unique to every Immortal. To each of us, it represents our purpose, our path, and our connection to the Supreme Being. According to my father, Brayanlynn, these books were not created by our hands or by the Evermore. They are gifts, bestowed upon us by the Supreme Being—the architect of all existence, the progenitor of our race, and the grandfather of all Immortals.

In the grand pavilion of the Evermore Temple lies a place of unparalleled wonder and mystery: The Library of Destiny. This library is no ordinary repository of knowledge. It is monumental, a sprawling and magical space containing thousands upon thousands of books. Each of these books is a "book of destiny," and each one is alive in its own way. From the moment an Immortal is born, a single book within the library lights up with radiant energy, signifying its omniscient connection to the life thread of the child. This connection is profound, unbreakable, and eternal. The book is not just a guide—it is a part of the Immortal's very soul.

From the earliest years of our lives, the book becomes the center of our education and preparation. It is our most important teacher, and we dedicate ourselves to understanding its contents. We study the reality it pertains to with unmatched intensity and detail. Every aspect of this world is laid bare before us, and we leave no stone unturned. Geography, history, politics, science—every field of knowledge is explored. We learn about the various races and cultures that populate this reality, the kingdoms and empires that shape its politics, and the scientific principles that govern its existence.

But it is not just knowledge of the physical world that we gain. We immerse ourselves in the stories of their heroes and villains, studying their personalities, their laws, and their traditions. We learn about their food—the ingredients they use, the methods they employ, and the cultural significance of every dish. If this reality contains magic, as many do, we delve into its deepest secrets, understanding its mechanics, its sources, and its limitations. We learn their folklore, their philosophy, and even their etiquette. No detail is too small or insignificant.

We are trained in every skill we might need to survive and thrive. We learn their arts, mastering the way they dress, the way they dance, and even the way they fight. We memorize their star charts, understanding the positions of their constellations and celestial bodies as intimately as we know the lines of our own palms. The preparation is exhaustive, but it is necessary. Every detail matters because every detail could mean the difference between success and failure.

Of course, there are exceptions to this process. Among our kind, there exists a rare and extraordinary phenomenon: The Chosen Immortals. These are Immortals whose destinies are so intricately intertwined with one another that they do not receive a book of destiny. Their paths are predetermined, their fates sealed from the moment of their birth. They are seen as extraordinary, even among Immortals, and are revered for the unique connection they share.

The existence of the Chosen Immortals creates immense pressure for the rest of us. To be born again with even the faintest chance of being one of them is a rarity beyond comprehension—a chance in a million. And if, like me, you are the daughter of the Evermore leader, that pressure is magnified tenfold. I grew up in the shadow of two older siblings who are themselves Chosen Immortals, their status a constant reminder of what I can never be.

That is my reality. It is the weight I carry, the truth I live with every day, as much a part of me as my immortal soul.