On a Distant Planet
"Stop crying, my love. It's all over now. We can finally live in peace."
But the husband could not hold back his tears—because that very day, he became the father of a beautiful baby girl. His joy was indescribable. Tears streamed from both eyes, not from sorrow, but from overwhelming relief and happiness.
For many years, before the Elder brought justice to their world, a reign of cruelty had consumed their planet. Ruthless thugs had turned violence into entertainment. Their favorite pastime? A horrific spectacle in which pregnant women were forced to race against savage beasts.
Truly unforgivable.
And the cruelty didn't stop there. The husbands were made to watch, powerless, as their wives ran for their lives while the thugs roared with laughter.
Just days before these monsters were eradicated, his beloved wife had been chosen for the race.
The creatures were nightmarish—feral beasts with elongated necks, six muscular legs, and three eyes encircling their heads, granting them perfect vision. Their fangs were massive—sharp enough to tear through stone with a single swipe. These abominations were unleashed on innocent women, snuffing out the lives of unborn children and extinguishing hope from an entire generation.
The husband had fallen into a deep, paralyzing despair. When the day of the race arrived, he emerged from his home, lifted his head toward the sun with hollow, tear-filled eyes, and then looked down upon the city. To his astonishment, the streets were filled with joy—people were embracing, weeping, dancing in disbelief.
He stopped a passerby and asked what had happened.
The stranger, smiling through tears, shared the news: the Elder had spoken. He had risen in courage and wisdom, confronting the thugs and removing them from the planet—forever.
The husband stood frozen. An expression of profound relief and gratitude spread across his face, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Without a word, he ran back inside and told his wife the miracle. They embraced tightly and wept, their hearts finally allowed to feel safe again.
But fate had one more gift.
Suddenly, his wife began to feel labor pains. Word spread quickly, and the women of the community—mothers, midwives, daughters—rushed to the house to help. Time seemed to pause.
Then, at last, he heard the sound.
A newborn cry.
With trembling hands clutching his chest, he stepped into the room. On the bed lay a tiny, breathing miracle—a baby girl.
Upon learning she was a daughter, the man collapsed to the ground in tears. But these were not tears of fear or anguish. They were sacred tears—of gratitude, of survival, of hope reborn.
He took the baby in his arms, walked outside, and lifted her toward the sky. The crowd fell silent, then erupted into sobs and applause.
She was the first child to be born safely—the first to survive—since the end of the atrocity.
The Elder, standing at a distance, watched with his golden eyes. A single tear welled in the corner of his eye.
A woman asked gently, "Why are you crying?"
He turned to her and replied everything that happened on this planet.
She smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm proud of you, my son."
Far in the background, the Elder's younger brother observed everything. Though a quiet distance was beginning to grow between them, his love for his brother remained undiminished. In his heart, that love was eternal.
In All the Multiverse, Joy Thundered
Not only on that planet, but across every plane of existence, the joyful cry of the newborn echoed.It swept through the multiverse, ringing like chimes through the two great realms: Life and Death.Even the immortal beings of the Life Realm—serene and white as doves, their voices softer than any sound creation has ever known—heard the cry.And so, they came.
They arrived not with fanfare, but with light that warmed the stones of the Elder's castle.When the Elder heard they had come to speak, he rushed to the Great Hall, humbled and awed.He knew what it meant for such beings to leave their sacred domain.
At the front stood King Elarion—the timeless monarch of the Life Realm.Draped in emerald silk that shimmered like leaves in moonlight, his golden crown glowed faintly.When he spoke, the stone walls themselves seemed to soften at the sound.
"Truly, truly, I say to you, Elder,""What you did… was delightful.""You have saved many souls, and brought happiness where there was once none."
The Elder bowed slightly, his voice filled with quiet conviction.
"I didn't do much, my lord… but I will make this creation even more peaceful,so that future generations may live without fear."
Elarion smiled, a gentle warmth behind his ancient eyes.
"In our realm, there is a saying:'Good deeds are like good food.A good meal makes us joyful—and so do the good deeds we carry out.'"
He stepped closer, his hands open in offering.
"I would like to grant you a wish.Anything within my power, and it shall be yours."
The Elder paused—just for a breath—then fell to one knee.
"Great King Elarion, thank you…I know the Life Realm is eternal, untouched by time,where the essence of all living beings flows like golden rivers.Trees breathe with memory…Skies pulse with emotion…And the ground itself sings with ancestral voices.Souls there are born from light, shaped by dreams."
"If it is within your grace—I ask only this:Let my people have a place in the Life Realm."
He looked up with tear-brimmed eyes, pleading not for himself, but for those he loved.
Elarion turned gently to the woman beside him, and said softly:
"What a truly magnificent son you have."
Then, he addressed the Elder directly.
"Your wish shall be granted.But only those who live by good deeds may enter the Life Realm.That is the sacred balance we must uphold."
The Elder bowed low, touching his forehead to the floor.
Elarion, the kind and eternal king, returned to the Life Realm in silence and light.
A Disturbance in the Hall
Later, a man came rushing to the Great Hall, breathless, pale, desperate.
"He was here? He was here?"King Elarion was here?
But it was too late. The king had already departed.
In a surge of frustration, the man slammed a table down with a thunderous crash.The sound shook the hall. Moments later, a woman entered, alarmed.
"Have you gone senile?" she asked sharply."Why are you smashing things like this?"
The man turned slowly—eyes burning, voice low and terrifying.In a flash, he closed the distance between them and grabbed her by the neck, slamming her against the wall.
"Who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?""Do you think you're mighty… because you're one of them, huh?"
The woman gasped, barely conscious, and with her last strength, pushed him off.Tears running down her face, she fled the hall in silence.
The man stood there, trembling.
To himself, he muttered,
"That laugh… that I heard…""What was that? Why is all of this happening?""after I learned about the prophecy—That I would be killed… by the son of a woman…"
He stared into the shadows.
"I need to read the other part of the Book…from""The Book of the River."