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Destiny Divine: The Divine Threads

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Through the lenses of Konquerors, a place where hidden realities are twisting destinies, Timothy a 15 yr old and dreamy, discovers that what seems to be ordinary life is a fabric of lies. The filmy veil of his ordinary family-life is torn up at that point, and he finds himself in the brink of a world on the verge of war. Timothy's world is upturned with the unveiling of The Forsaken Son's Prophecy and he is forced to compensate for an existence totally different from the one he had ever known. In the subterfuge provided by the mysterious imprints of fate, he has to find support amidst fragile alliances and to undo age-old mysteries, which he must do with the demons of chaos always on his heels. Be a part of Timothy on a wayward path to find what he is looking for and the meaning of his life all the time filling him with impending fate with each step he takes.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 : whispers

"Hur'ekz," a realm existing beyond time, space, and matter. A void where the Erk'mûñ, formless beings transcending godhood, convene. Each assembly contemplates the future of the lower planes. This time, distinction emerged. In Hur'ekz, the eldest Erk'mûñ spoke, facing a vast crimson gate, the sole tangible entity. Their voices whispered like the breeze in a nocturnal expanse.

"I summon you to announce the fissure in the seal binding the fallen one bu-" he was swiftly interrupted.

"HOW SO??!! The seal should endure throughout his immortal existence. It only falters if his life force diminishes, which should not occur for another ki-r."

"His might surpasses our estimations," another voiced.

"Yes, his potency is grand, but the seal should endure unless his entire life force nears depletion. The seal relies on his life force, so how did it crack? And what shall we convey to 'THEM'?" another stressed.

"SILENCE!!!" The elder roared.

"Forgive us, great elder," they replied simultaneously.

"The seal is ruptured, yet he resides within. He cleaved his soul from the trinity, causing the breach. He employed these fissures to dispatch his soul to the lower planes, depleting most of his powers. He slumbers deeply, his life force waning swiftly."

"Suicide, essentially. Why concern ourselves? Soon, his life force will fade, and he will perish, along with the soul sent to the lower planes," one stated.

"That may not be the case. Recall the prophecy of the Forsaken son?" The elder asked.

"The prophecy of the Forsaken? Calamity starts when the Forsaken son divides his soul from the trinity. His demise is his rebirth. What connection does this hold? Look at the crimson gate. His demise seems distant."

"Elder, he is insignificant. Not one of 'Them.' A fortuitous being who stumbled upon power."

"Perhaps I am mistaken. Pray I am. Inform the gods of the lower planes of recent anomalies and assist Zebha. His transcendence is imminent. Soon, a new Erk'mûñ emerges. Determine his law before assigning gods to rear him bu-"

As he spoke, the crimson gates behind him erupted, compelling him to shield the Erk'mûñ with unfathomable power. They suppressed the explosion, dwindling it to a spark, then extinguished it. The explosion signaled the truth of the Forsaken son's prophecy, setting fate in motion.

"Sigh, report this to 'THEM.' Order gods under you to gather newborns marked with runes, a sign of divine reincarnation. Search every plane but time is limited," he instructed.

"Ser ur nihu," they echoed.

And vanished, leaving the elder Erk'mûñ alone. His gaze penetrated the void down to the lower lanes.

"Perfect... my old friend, I await the day you rise again, liberating us from 'THEM.'"

He vanished, leaving Hur'ekz, a void with nothing... ....

In a dark world, a glowing ball moved through shadows, heading to a woodland house. Inside, a woman struggled through childbirth.

Unseen, the glowing ball approached, illuminating the darkness. As the baby was born, the ball merged with the infant. Crimson patterns covered the baby, a mysterious design.

The mother, in childbirth's throes, overlooked the transformation. Reaching for her baby, she realized life had departed. A scream of despair echoed in the woods as the grieving mother cursed the gods for her fate.

Unnoticed, a glowing ball left the lifeless baby, flying into the sky, seeking a new vessel.