In the boundless expanse of the cosmos, three fundamental forces intertwined to shape the very fabric of reality: Time, Space, and Chaos. For eons, these forces existed in harmonious equilibrium under the stewardship of the Eternal Clan, the guardians of time. Ancient and wise, the Eternal Clan wove the threads of destiny, guiding both mortals and celestial beings through the intricate tapestry of existence.
Yet, in the shadows of this harmony, ambition stirred like a tempest. Chaos, restless and unsatisfied, gazed upon the stability of the Eternal Clan with covetous eyes. It yearned to cast aside its subordinate role and become the sole sovereign of reality. With cunning and manipulation, the Chaos Clan began to sow seeds of dissent, whispering to the Space Clan that its allegiance to the Eternal Clan was a gilded cage—a constraint on its true potential.
"Why should we bow to the whims of the Eternal Clan?" Chaos murmured, its voice a seductive melody. "We are forces of nature, unbound by fate's decree. It is our birthright to reign supreme, unchallenged and free."
In the quiet corners of the cosmos, the Space Clan pondered these words. The stars flickered uneasily, sensing a shift in the balance. As days turned to eons, Chaos orchestrated its rebellion, igniting a war that shook the very heavens. Stars fell like tears from the sky, and the fabric of reality trembled under the strain of ambition and betrayal.
The Eternal Clan, sensing impending doom, rallied its forces. The Eternal Dragon of Time, the patriarch and most revered member of the clan, stood resolute against the encroaching darkness. With every breath, he summoned the essence of time itself, weaving a protective barrier around the remnants of their domain.
Yet, as the clash between Chaos and Time erupted, it became clear that this battle was unlike any other. Space, swayed by Chaos's insidious whispers, turned against its former allies. The heavens quaked as the forces collided, echoing the cataclysmic struggle throughout the cosmos.
In a moment of desperate clarity, the Eternal Dragon recognized the futility of their struggle. He sent his most trusted servant to retrieve his newborn child.
"To save what remains of our legacy," he declared, his voice resonating through the void, "I will entrust our knowledge to our last hope." With a surge of ancient power, he gathered the accumulated wisdom, experiences, and memories of every member of the Eternal Clan. The light of countless lifetimes swirled around him, illuminating the dark void.
Amidst the chaos of battle, he summoned the essence of his unborn child, a glimmer of hope against the dark tide. "Kellan," he breathed, imbuing the name with all the hopes and dreams of the Eternal Clan. "You shall be sent to a different universe, a sanctuary where our legacy can endure. Grow strong, my child, and one day return to reclaim our place among the stars."
In a blinding flash, the last remnants of the Eternal Clan were sealed within Kellan, enveloping him in a cocoon of ethereal light. The very fabric of time warped around him as he was cast through the void, landing in a realm untouched by the chaos that ravaged his own.
Yet, the price of survival was steep. As the Eternal Dragon succumbed to the relentless assault of Chaos, a final, mournful roar echoed through the cosmos, marking the death of the Eternal Clan. The remnants of their power flickered like dying embers, leaving only the memory of their existence behind.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the tranquil waters of the river that marked the boundary of the Shi Tribe's territory. Elders, clad in simple yet elegant robes, busily gathered supplies for the evening feast. Among them was Elder Wei, a venerable figure with a long, white beard and wise, creased eyes that had witnessed countless seasons. Today, he had been entrusted with the important task of fetching water from the sacred springs beyond the tribe's borders—a responsibility he took pride in, believing it vital to the foundation of the tribe's younglings.
As he made his way along the winding path, the air grew thick with an electric tension. The birds ceased their singing, and the leaves trembled, whispering warnings of an impending storm. Elder Wei paused, his instincts prickling with unease. He peered into the sky, where dark clouds began to swirl ominously, forming a whirlpool that defied the natural order.
"What is this?" he murmured, a frown creasing his brow. The heavens quaked as if answering his question. In a blinding flash of light, a small form burst forth from the chaos—a golden-haired infant, wailing loudly as he fell through the ethereal whirlpool.
Elder Wei's heart raced as he instinctively reached out. He watched in disbelief as the child descended, caught by unseen hands, and landed softly at his feet. The golden hair shimmered like sunlight, illuminating the surrounding shadows. The baby's cries echoed through the forest's silence, piercing the elder's heart.
"What manner of fate is this?" Elder Wei gasped, kneeling beside the child. The infant's face was scrunched up, tears streaming down his cheeks, but as soon as the elder gathered him into his arms, a miraculous hush fell over them. The baby ceased his cries, gazing up at Wei with wide, innocent eyes.
Elder Wei's confusion deepened as he cradled the child close to his chest. "Where did you come from, little one?" he whispered, brushing a thumb against the baby's cheek. A strange warmth radiated from the child, as if he were a living ember, imbued with the essence of something far greater than this world could contain.
With a firm resolve, Elder Wei rose to his feet, the child securely nestled in his arms. "I will raise you as my own," he declared, determination shining in his eyes. The weight of the infant felt both foreign and familiar, as though he had been waiting for this moment, waiting for Kellan to arrive.
As the elder journeyed back to the tribe, the skies above began to clear, though the air remained thick with the remnants of the storm. It was as if reality itself had shifted, subtly altered by the arrival of the child. With every step, he felt a bond forming—a connection that transcended blood and time.
Upon entering the tribe, the villagers turned their heads, their chatter fading as they caught sight of the elder and the infant. Their eyes widened in disbelief, curiosity igniting in their hearts. Elder Wei, sensing their apprehension, raised his voice above the whispers.
"This child fell from the heavens," he proclaimed, "and I have vowed to protect him. He shall be named Kellan."
The crowd stirred, gathering around the elder, and the infant smiled—a small, radiant grin that seemed to brighten even the darkest corners of their hearts.
And so, in a humble tribe nestled beneath the stars, the seeds of destiny began to take root, heralding a time when the heavens themselves would tremble.