{300 Years After the Great War}
A new dawn breaks over a small village nestled within distant mountains, far removed from the ravages of war. Inside a modest house shaded by a large tree, the cries of two newborn babies fill the air.
The wooden door flies open, and a woman rushes outside, calling out excitedly, "Brother! Brother! You're a father of twins!"
A man in the nearby field hears her words and beams with joy, dropping his hoe and hurrying back to the house. Inside, he finds his wife resting on the bed, two tiny, sleeping infants beside her.
The wife tries to sit up, but he stops her, saying, "No need, my love. You've done more than enough."
She smiles, turning her head to him and saying, "Meet our little family."
The older twin has white hair and striking blue eyes, while the younger has red hair and red eyes.
Meanwhile, in a distant and unknown land, a figure with a wide smile murmurs, "So… he's finally born."
The village celebrates the birth of these blessed twins, for it is believed that their arrival heralds good fortune.
That night, the villagers summon their elder, Qusay, to name the newborns. He approaches the two babies lying on a flower-covered bed, extending his hands above their heads while chanting strange words. A green aura surrounds the infants.
"Where is the father?" asks the elder.
The villagers nudge the father forward, teasing him, "Come on, man, don't you want to witness your children's naming ceremony?"
The man chuckles. "All right, all right, no need to push!"
The elder looks at him, saying, "Give me your hand."
As the man extends his hand, the elder pricks it with a small knife, collecting a drop of blood and smearing it on the foreheads of the twins. Holding the babies high, the elder declares, "The younger shall be called Apollo, and the elder shall be Osrius."
The ceremony concludes, and the elder returns home. Falling asleep quickly, he awakens shortly after, screaming in pain, staring in horror as his hands burn and turn to ashes. A chilling voice weeps, "Master… master… you have defiled him. I will never forgive you, never!"
He jolts awake, trembling, unable to move. Calling for one of his guards, he commands, "Go and watch over the twins—make sure no one notices you."
Guard: "As you command."
Fifteen Years Later
Apollo is wandering through the forest, as he does every day, when he notices a strange tunnel he's never seen before. Curious, he examines the area around it.
"Where did this come from? It wasn't here yesterday. Should I tell my brother?"
A gentle breeze drifts from the tunnel as if beckoning him to enter, so he follows the call. Inside, he finds candles lining the walls, casting an eerie glow that only deepens his intrigue.
With each step, the tunnel grows darker. Eventually, Apollo spots a white sword with a narrow handle and a broad blade, its surface stained with dried blood. The sword suddenly glows, emitting a blinding light that causes him to collapse, unconscious.
When he opens his eyes, he finds himself in a strange place, where only the sky and sea stretch before him.
In the distance, he sees a tall knight clad in white armor, advancing toward him. Each time Apollo blinks, the knight draws nearer until, finally, he bows before Apollo.
The knight says, "From this moment on, your suffering begins."
Apollo awakens, lying in the middle of the forest. Looking around, he realizes the tunnel has vanished.
"My head… was it just a dream?"
Suddenly, he hears frantic screams from the village and rushes back, only to find it engulfed in flames. Soldiers are ruthlessly slaughtering the villagers in brutal ways.
Apollo spots his brother Osrius standing in the middle of the chaos, tears streaming down his face as he mutters despairingly, "It's pointless. No matter how many chances they're given, humans never change."
Apollo approaches him, overhearing his brother's whispered question, "Are you still determined to protect them?"
A dark aura radiates from Osrius, spreading over the entire village, killing everyone and reducing them to skeletons.
Osrius turns to Apollo, saying, "Run before it's too late. The time for our meeting hasn't come."
Apollo stands frozen in shock, unable to process the sight of his devastated village or his brother's actions.
Horrified, he looks around, his eyes wide with terror at the mounds of bodies and skeletal remains piled one upon the other, and collapses, paralyzed with fear.
Osrius slowly steps toward him, as Apollo watches, unable to speak or move.
Suddenly, a figure in a white robe lined with golden threads and adorned with a silver crown emblem appears, racing toward Apollo. He lifts Apollo and, with a firm grip around his neck, renders him unconscious before leaping high into the sky, carrying him away from the village.
As Apollo's vision fades, the last thing he sees is his brother's sorrowful face.
… To be continued