6000 BC – Ancient Egypt
The sky cracked open like an egg, shattering the tranquil dawn with an ear-splitting roar. Villagers, their bodies draped in linen tunics and rough sandals, looked up in terror.
Farmers dropped their wooden hoes, mothers clutched their children, and priests abandoned their chants to gaze in awe and fear at the heavens.
The sun, the eternal Ra, was suddenly obscured by a swirling darkness. Villagers gasped and pointed as the sky itself began to fracture.
It was as if an invisible hand had taken a hammer to the firmament, cracking it open like an egg. Jagged lines of light seared through the blue, and the heavens split wide.
From this gaping rift in the sky, immense balls of fire began to plummet, trailing fiery tails that painted the sky in streaks of molten red and orange.
The ground trembled with each impact, sending shockwaves that toppled mud-brick houses and statues of their gods. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the metallic tang of fear.
Amongst the chaos, one particularly massive fireball descended, smashing into the sands of Egypt with the force of a thousand storms.
The explosion threw sand and debris high into the air, creating a cloud so dense it blotted out the sun. The villagers shielded their eyes, struggling to comprehend the destruction unfolding before them.
As the dust began to settle, silhouettes emerged from the epicenter of the impact. Slowly, their forms became clear.
They were unlike anything the villagers had ever seen. Towering over the tallest men, their bodies radiated a golden glow that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy.
Majestic wings, shimmering like molten silver, extended from their backs, and their faces were chiseled with an ethereal beauty that was both terrifying and mesmerizing.
These beings were not of this world. They were gods.
One of them stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate reverence. His eyes, like twin suns, scanned the crowd with an intensity that made even the bravest warriors quail. He raised a hand, and the murmurs of fear and wonder ceased instantly.
"I am Enoch," he proclaimed, his voice resonating like thunder across the plains. "We are the First Ones, fallen from the sky to walk among you. We bring knowledge, wisdom, and power beyond your understanding. We are here to guide humanity, to lift you from the shadows of ignorance into the light of enlightenment."
The villagers, struck dumb by the sheer majesty of these beings, fell to their knees. Enoch's companions stepped forward, their wings folding elegantly behind them. Each one was as imposing and magnificent as the last, embodying the very essence of divinity.
"We are your gods," Enoch continued. "We come to share our wisdom, to bestow upon you the gifts of the heavens. From this day forth, your lives will be forever changed. We are here to build a new dawn for mankind, a golden age of prosperity and power."
The villagers, awestruck and filled with a newfound sense of hope, bowed their heads in worship. The era of the gods had begun, and with it, the promise of a future filled with divine knowledge and unparalleled glory. The First Ones had arrived, and the world would never be the same again.
A woman, her face streaked with tears and sand, dared to raise her voice. "Why have you come? What do you seek?"
Enoch's gaze softened slightly, and he gestured to the burning sky. "We seek balance. The realms of Heaven and Earth must be aligned, and it is through you, the children of this land, that we will achieve it. We will teach you the secrets of the universe, the power of the elements, and the ways of the spirit. You will rise above your current state and become something greater, something divine."
The villagers, awestruck and filled with a newfound sense of hope, bowed their heads in worship. The era of the gods had begun, and with it, the promise of a future filled with divine knowledge and unparalleled glory. The First Ones had arrived, and the world would never be the same again.
The fallen gods set to work immediately, their presence both a beacon of hope and a source of unease.
Enoch and his companions moved through the village, their every step a blend of grace and power. Where their feet touched the ground, the earth seemed to hum with energy. T
heir golden glow illuminated the darkened sky, casting long shadows and filling the hearts of the villagers with awe.
Enoch approached an elder, his wings folding behind him with a soft rustle. "What is your name, wise one?"
The elder, his hands trembling, bowed deeply. "I am Thutmose, my lord."
Enoch placed a hand on Thutmose's shoulder, and the elder felt a surge of warmth and strength. "Thutmose, you shall be our voice among your people. Gather the villagers. We will share our knowledge and guide you in rebuilding what has been lost."
Thutmose nodded vigorously and began to rally the villagers, his voice echoing across the shattered landscape. Slowly, people emerged from their hiding places, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and wonder. They gathered in the village square, where the gods stood waiting, their forms radiating an ethereal light.
Another of the gods, a woman with hair like spun gold and eyes the color of the sea, stepped beside Enoch. Her voice was soft yet powerful, carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. "I am Seraphina. We will show you the secrets.
The villagers watched as Seraphina raised her hands, and the air around her shimmered with heat. With a graceful motion, she conjured a flame that danced on her fingertips, its light casting a mesmerizing glow.
"Fire," she said, her voice like a song. "It can destroy, but it can also create. It is the essence of life and the force of renewal."
She closed her hand, and the flame vanished. Then, with a flick of her wrist, a stream of water spiraled into the air, forming intricate patterns before splashing back to the ground.
"Water," she continued. "It nourishes the land and quenches thirst. It is the source of all growth and the symbol of purity."
Next, she knelt and touched the earth, causing flowers to bloom and vines to unfurl from the soil.
"Earth," she said. "It is the foundation of your world, the bedrock upon which all life stands. It is strength and stability."
Finally, she stood and breathed deeply, her wings unfurling. The air around her swirled, lifting dust and leaves in a gentle cyclone.
"Air," she whispered. "It is the breath of life, the invisible force that sustains you. It is freedom and movement."
The villagers were spellbound, their eyes wide with wonder. The gods had shown them a glimpse of the extraordinary, and their hearts swelled with a mixture of awe and ambition.
Enoch spoke again, his voice firm and commanding. "With these gifts, you will rebuild. You will create a new society, one that honors the balance of the elements and the wisdom of the gods. You will become the guardians of this knowledge, and through you, humanity will ascend to greatness."
Thutmose stepped forward, his voice filled with reverence. "How can we ever repay you for these gifts, my lords?"
Enoch smiled, a gesture. " We are working on a project one that could re-define everything and for that we are going to need your help."