The universe stirred with an ethereal rhythm, a celestial harmony that foretold the arrival of destiny itself. In the grand city of Elysium, where justice and prosperity flourished under the righteous King Darius, a long-awaited moment unfolded. The air shimmered with an unseen divinity, and the rivers of Astra sang in hushed whispers. The cosmos, in its infinite wisdom, had chosen this time for an avatar to descend—one who would walk the earth as a mortal but embody the essence of Zeus himself.
King Darius, though a sovereign of unparalleled wisdom and might, carried a sorrow that weighed upon his soul. His kingdom knew peace, his people adored him, yet an emptiness gnawed at him—he remained childless. No heir had been born to continue the lineage of the Olympian dynasty. It was this longing that led him to the sacred ritual, the Progeny Invocation, conducted under the divine guidance of Sage Lysander.
As the fire roared in luminous golden waves, the heavens themselves responded. The gods, moved by Darius's devotion, sought the counsel of Zeus. At that moment, the cries of the deities reached Olympus, lamenting the growing power of the warlord Titanus. The balance of the universe trembled under his tyranny, and no celestial being could strike him down, bound by the very boon he had once received from Chronos. But Titanus, in his arrogance, had overlooked one truth—his boon did not shield him from mortal men.
And so, the divine will was set in motion. Zeus, the preserver of cosmic order, resolved to manifest upon the earth. From the sacred fire of Darius's invocation emerged a divine being, holding a vessel of celestial nectar. "Give this to your queens," the messenger proclaimed, "and from them shall be born sons who will uphold justice."
Queen Helena, the first and most revered of the queens, received the largest portion, and from her womb, I took form. My arrival was not merely a birth but a promise—a promise to restore balance, to walk the path of righteousness, and to bear the weight of duty without faltering.
As I entered the mortal realm, the city of Elysium rejoiced. The bells of temples rang with unparalleled fervor, the air carried the fragrance of a thousand blooming roses, and the people, unaware of what lay ahead, celebrated the birth of their prince. My mother, Helena, held me close, her heart brimming with an indescribable warmth. Darius, his eyes filled with unshed tears, beheld me as if witnessing divinity itself.
From the moment of my birth, I was not merely a prince but a vessel of cosmic purpose. Yet, even in my infancy, I was untouched by the weight of my destiny. In my mother's arms, I was but a child—fragile, innocent, untouched by the burdens of kingship or war. But within me lay the silent knowledge of the duty that awaited.
Even the greatest souls must first learn the ways of the world before they can fulfill their purpose. And so, my journey began—not as a warrior, not as a king, but as a son, a brother, and a student of life.
Thus, the wheel of fate turned, and the first step of my path was set in motion. The world had yet to see the trials that awaited, but for now, Elysium rejoiced, basking in the light of hope that my birth had brought.
To be continued…