Rain.It always came when he failed.
SAM hunched inside the rusted metal skeleton of what used to be a bus stop, his hoodie soaked and clinging to his shoulders like shame. The glow from the neon billboard across the street flickered: "Be More. Be Better. Be Brilliant."
He almost laughed.He had been all three once.
Once, SAM was a prodigy. A boy who rewrote code like poetry, built machines from scrap, and dreamt of colonizing Mars before most kids learned to drive. He had ideas, endless ideas — but no resources. No funding. No belief. And now, at twenty-one, all that promise lay buried beneath overdue bills, rejection letters, and the weight of a world that didn't care.
He pulled the envelope from his jacket one more time.
Dear Mr. Samuel Aryan Malik,We regret to inform you that your proposal…
He crushed it in his fist.
"No one listens until you burn something," he muttered to himself, eyes dark with exhaustion. "So maybe it's time I set something on fire."
Tonight was his last gamble. No more ideas. No more emails. He needed money. He needed proof.
So he agreed to a job — petty theft, low risk. Just sneak into an old industrial tech warehouse, grab a box, and get out. "No security," they said. "Just scrap tech." But it paid well. Suspiciously well.
Lightning forked across the night sky as he rose. His fingers curled tight around the crowbar hidden beneath his jacket. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the alleyway ahead.
This wasn't who he was. But maybe this was who he needed to become.
01:33 AM – GRAYTECH INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT
The side door creaked as he forced it open, metal bending just enough. The inside of the warehouse was pitch black, except for a strange green glow that pulsed softly in the back corner. SAM followed it, drawn like a moth.
The package was... not what he expected.
It sat on a pedestal, wrapped in half-melted foam and shattered carbon casing. Whatever had once contained it had broken open from the inside.
It looked like a stone — rough, circular, palm-sized — but its surface shimmered like liquid metal under the glow. Alien. Wrong.
His breath caught.
"What the hell…"
He reached out without thinking. The moment his fingers touched it, everything changed.
The warehouse vanished.
IN THE SPAN OF A BREATH
SAM wasn't falling, floating, or flying — he was being disassembled. His body turned into data, code, thought. He could feel himself inside the circuitry of the universe. He was everywhere, and nowhere. And then—
A massive eye opened before him — not human, not alive — but watching.
"ACCEPTED.""INITIATING TRANS-TEMPORAL IMPRINT.""CANDIDATE: GENETIC COMPATIBILITY 96.4%.""LOCATION: PRE-EMERGENCE EARTH, EST. 10,000 B.C.E."
"CROWN PROTOCOL – BETA SEED 001 – ACTIVATED."
SAM screamed. The voice wasn't a sound — it was in his bones.
And then he hit ground.
The First Breath of a New World[1]
His eyes snapped open.
The sky above him was too blue — painfully blue, painted with streaks of gold from a sun too large, too close. Trees rose around him like titans, twisted and ancient, their canopies blotting out half the horizon.
SAM sat up, gasping.
The air was heavy. Humid. Alive. It buzzed with unseen insects and the scent of wild, unprocessed Earth — not the concrete perfume of his old life.
His head pounded. His skin burned. His clothes were tattered. He touched his forehead and winced. A shallow cut bled slowly into his right eyebrow.
And then, he noticed something... glowing faintly beneath his hand.
The stone.Still clutched in his palm, its glow had dimmed to a quiet, pulsing light — like a heartbeat.
It was real.
He looked around, eyes wide, heart racing. There were no buildings. No signs of human development. Just towering trees, thick vines, and sounds that didn't belong in any jungle he'd known.
Bird calls. Growls. Echoes.
SAM stood, wobbling slightly. "Where... am I?"
There was no signal. No bars. No interface. No hint of modern life.But deep inside him, a truth was already forming — not through logic, but instinct:
He wasn't in his world anymore.
Strangers of Bone and Fire
He wandered for hours, muscles aching, throat dry, until the forest opened into a clearing where smoke curled into the sky.
He ducked low behind a log.
A camp.
Crude shelters made from woven leaves and bones. Spears stacked around a fire. A group of perhaps twenty people — bare-skinned, dirt-covered, eyes sunken and wary — moved in a rhythm that felt alien.
They weren't cavemen, not like movies portrayed. But they were primitive. Prehistoric.
One woman beat grain with a stone. A man carved something from bone. A child drew circles in the dirt with a stick.
Then, a shout.
SAM had moved too close.
Five warriors sprinted toward him with alarming speed. Their bodies were lean and hardened by survival. Their eyes were filled with fear and suspicion.
SAM froze.
They grabbed him. Pulled him down. Slammed him into the dirt.
He yelled, struggled, but his strength was nothing against theirs. Someone raised a club.
Then—The stone in his hand flashed.
Blue light pulsed outward like a wave. The warriors recoiled. One dropped his weapon. The others fell to their knees.
A silence swept the camp.
More of the tribe gathered, murmuring in awe.
A tall elder stepped forward — his beard woven with feathers and bones. He said something in a language SAM didn't understand, then pointed to the stone.
Then to the sky.
Then to SAM.
"Aarah-Tel."
The word echoed across the camp.
A few of them dropped to their knees.
One by one, the rest followed.
Divine by Accident
They brought him into the camp like a sacred relic.
They cleaned his wounds with herbal pastes, clothed him in woven fibers, offered him fruit and meat. They whispered to each other, stared at the glowing stone in reverence, and treated him like something between a prophet and a monster.
SAM sat by the fire, speechless.
This wasn't a joke. This wasn't a dream. These people — whoever, whenever they were — truly believed he was something more.
Not just foreign.Not just strange.But... divine.
It made sense.
The light. The symbols. The sky flash. They didn't understand science — to them, this was magic.
And that made him a god.
SAM watched the flames dance in the firepit. Shadows flickered across the tribe's faces. Children peeked from behind huts. The elder nodded respectfully as he offered SAM a bowl of water.
SAM's hands trembled as he drank.
He had survived the impossible.Been accepted by strangers.And now sat at the center of a people on the edge of the stone age.
All because of one mistake.
Whispers in the Flame
That night, as the tribe slept, SAM sat alone near the dying fire. The stone vibrated slightly in his hand, warm and pulsing like a heartbeat.
Then, suddenly—
Objective:SurviveEstablish DominionAdvance CivilizationDefend Crown Seed Against Recovery Protocol
SAM blinked. "What the hell is 'Recovery Protocol'?"
As if responding, the stone displayed a final message:
You are not the first.But you may be the last.
And the interface disappeared.
Understanding Power
Morning came. SAM was woken by the voices of children laughing. The tribe was already active — preparing tools, weaving, skinning meat.
But every time they looked at him, they bowed. Touched their foreheads. Whispered his name: "Aarah-Tel."
He didn't know what it meant. But it was no longer just a word.
It was a title.
He wandered through the camp. His enhanced memory began cataloguing everything: primitive methods, inefficient tools, weak structures.
He could help them.
He could teach.
He could build something better.
Not just to repay them.
But to survive.
And to earn the power to control whatever was coming for him.
The Spark of Civilization
That night, he gathered dry grass, wood, and a flint-stone blade. The tribe watched as he struck sparks methodically.
Then, with careful pressure, SAM created a controlled flame — not wild, not dangerous, but contained in a clay basin.
The elder's eyes widened.
The tribe gasped.
A young boy cried out in wonder. "Tel-Farah!"("Fire given by sky")
He handed the flame to the elder, then gestured to repeat the process.
They watched.Then copied.Then succeeded.
By sunrise, half the camp had learned to make controlled fire.
And SAM, for the first time, realized what the stone meant:
He wasn't just supposed to survive.
He was supposed to awaken the world.
To be continued...
[1] Sam acutally fell unconcious after touching stone and got teleported to 10000 years back . Hs slept whole night in jungle after the incident and wake in morning