(Part 1 — The Ruins Speak)
The morning fog clung tightly to the twisted trees as Alex stepped cautiously into the ancient cave. It was hidden deep in the mountains of his island, known only to a handful of his family. The air was thick with the scent of earth and forgotten memories.
Inside, carved into stone walls worn smooth by time, were the chronicles of the Dawn Pirates — etched by hands that had long since turned to dust. Alex ran his fingers over the faded symbols, feeling the pulse of history beneath his skin.
Visions swirled around him: fierce battles, fiery skies, laughter and tears of those who had fought to bind the great serpent Jogmunder.
(Part 2 — Joy Boy's Last Stand)
As he traced a symbol of a radiant sun locked in battle with a massive coiling serpent, the Aurelios fruit pulsed at his side, sending waves of images flooding his mind. He saw Joy Boy standing atop the waves, sword raised, rallying the crew with a roar that echoed through time.
The battle was desperate — betrayal and sacrifice burned like wildfire. The final clash sealed Jogmunder away but fractured the will of the gods, scattering their power into the Devil Fruits.
Alex's breath caught in his throat. This was no mere legend — it was his family's burden and his.
(Part 3 — The Curse Revealed)
A whisper echoed through the cavern — a voice ancient and cold. Alex's vision shifted to Poseidon's curse: the sea itself rejecting the Devil Fruit users, a punishment for wielding divine power without the gods' consent.
He recalled his mentor's warnings: the curse was a chain, but also a shield, protecting the world from unchecked devastation.
The balance was fragile. Every fruit, every user, was a piece in a grand, dangerous puzzle.
(Part 4 — A New Resolve)
Emerging from the cave, Alex looked out over the sea once more. The sun was higher now, but the weight in his chest was no lighter.
He whispered a promise to the ghosts of the past, to Joy Boy, to Nika, and to the unseen future.
"I will not let this world fall to darkness. Not while I still draw breath."
The island was quiet, but somewhere deep beneath the waves, the serpent stirred.