The night was calm, the wind soft, and the island slept beneath a sky scattered with stars. No storm in the air, no shadow in the distance, only peace — the kind of peace that had become the world's new heartbeat since Mirshad had taken the throne no man had dared claim before. But as the moon held its place high over the waves and the constellations blinked in their silent rhythm, something shifted. Not outside. Inside.
Mirshad's eyes opened. No dream, no fear, no voice calling his name. Just a pull — silent, ancient, unexplained — that moved through him like the first breath of creation. He rose from his bed without a word, his bare feet touching the floor as lightly as wind touches still water. The hallway was empty and dim, his steps slow, his path unhurried as he passed the glowing lamps toward the edge of the island where sea and sky became one. The sky above was endless. The sea below hummed in its steady song. He stood there, breathing, still.
A moment later, Sophia followed. She had felt the bed grow cold, had sensed the shift in the air. She found him at the cliff's edge, his gaze locked on the heavens as if the stars themselves had whispered to him. "Mirshad," she said softly, "what's wrong?" He didn't turn. His eyes stayed on the constellations. "I don't know," he answered. She stepped closer. "What do you feel?" For a long moment he was quiet, then spoke as if weighing the words. "Something… is watching me. Or maybe… something is calling me." Her hand touched his arm. "Is it danger?" He shook his head. "No. My soul says… not enemies. Something greater. But I don't understand it."
The clouds above parted — not with thunder, not with fire. A single wave of white light rippled through the sky, soft and silent, alive like the breath of something ancient. Mirshad's eyes narrowed. Sophia stepped back, her heart quickening. "What is that?" she whispered. "I don't know," he said quietly. "But it knows me."
Far beyond the stars, past galaxies and light and time itself, they stirred. Not creatures, not demons, not gods — forces. Ancient. Eternal. Unseen. The Guardians of Balance. Born not from chaos, but from him. His creation. His design. His protectors. And now they awoke. Their voices were not voices, their words not sound, yet they spoke across the endless dark. He stirred tonight. Not his body — his soul. He does not remember who he is. But we remember. Before stars, before breath, he rose, and he ended the darkness that sought to swallow all. Then he vanished. But before he left, he created us. Not as warriors. Not as angels. As guardians. To protect all things until the day he returned.
They spoke of Earth. He made it not for battle, but for peace — a hidden realm where he could return as a man and rest in silence. When he came back, he was born through light. Do you remember the lightning? That was no storm. That was him. Before his mother gave birth, the skies turned white, the air shifted, and heaven itself opened. He returned as light, and then became human.
They spoke of what was happening now. But now, something is changing. He is becoming something he has never been. He is becoming a father. In all his rebirths, in all his lifetimes, this is the first. And when a god becomes a father, he becomes unstoppable. He will go beyond limits, beyond dimensions, beyond logic. He will protect his children, his family, his world, with a fire the universe has never seen.
And then came the warning. He does not yet know that in his absence, millions of years ago, new darkness's were born. Not the enemies from before. New threats. Born in the silence after he left. But that time is not now. Let him sleep. Let him smile. Let him raise his stars. Because when he awakens fully, when he remembers who he truly is… time itself will bow again.
The light faded from the sky as quietly as it had come. No thunder. No noise. Only stillness. Mirshad did not move. Sophia's hand found his again. "Is it over?" she asked. He looked at the horizon. "For now." "What was it?" "I don't know," he said after a pause. "But something greater is watching. Not to hurt me… just waiting." She stayed silent, watching the same sky. His eyes lingered on the stars a moment longer. "Waiting… for me to remember."