In the mystical month of October, in the year 1983, beneath the celestial shimmer of Anusham Nakshatram and the fierce tail of Vrishchika Rashi, a long-awaited miracle arrived in the Kingdom of Joy. After seven years of prayers, rituals, and whispered hopes, the stars finally answered. A child was born—not just any child, but TrueFace, the Starborn, destined to walk the line between reality and magic.
The royal astrologers danced in delight. The scrolls glowed with ancient symbols. The skies whispered, "He shall be the one to wield the Wand of Inspection and the Scroll of Truth." The King and Queen of Joy, overwhelmed with love, adorned their newborn with enchanted rattles, moonlit lullabies, and bedtime tales from the Book of Forgotten Heroes. For two glorious years, the palace echoed with laughter. TrueFace was the center of their universe—the firstborn of prophecy, the child of fulfilled dreams.
But as all tales go, the winds of fate began to stir.
One day, the royal trumpets announced the arrival of Brother the Bold, a second heir born with the roar of a lion and the appetite of a dragon. The royal gaze shifted. The enchanted toys were passed down. The lullabies grew shorter. TrueFace, once the jewel of the court, was now expected to be wise, self-sufficient, and noble. The warmth dimmed, and the corridors grew quieter.
Three years later, the skies shimmered again. A comet streaked across the heavens, and Sister the Radiant descended into the Kingdom of Joy. Her giggles summoned butterflies. Her curls were said to be woven from starlight. The kingdom's affection bloomed anew—this time for her and the younger prince. TrueFace watched from the shadows, his heart learning the art of solitude.
He wandered the palace gardens, speaking to ants and befriending the wind. He crafted stories from silence and built castles from discarded scrolls. Though the royal family journeyed far and wide, leaving him behind, TrueFace was not forsaken.
He was entrusted to the care of Periyamma, his mother's elder sister—a guardian of wisdom, snacks, and quiet strength. In her humble cottage nestled at the edge of the kingdom, TrueFace found sanctuary. Periyamma was no ordinary caretaker. She was a sorceress of discipline, a weaver of bedtime tales, and a wielder of the legendary Slipper Spell—a swift enchantment that corrected mischief with precision and love.
Under her watchful eye, TrueFace learned the sacred arts:
- The Scroll of Observation, which revealed truths hidden in plain sight
- The Quill of Precision, used to draft letters that could tame even the wildest consultant
- The Blueprint of Destiny, a magical parchment that whispered future quests in building construction service.
Periyamma taught him the value of silence, the strength in patience, and the magic of being overlooked. "The world sees the loud," she said, "but it's the quiet ones who shape it."
Years passed. TrueFace grew into a silent warrior—resilient, observant, and quietly heroic. While others chased glory, he mastered the art of magical audits. He could sense the imbalance in a chiller's hum, decode the curses hidden in consultant complaints, and tame the wild spirits of duct dragons with a single signature.
But deep within, he carried the ache of the forgotten firstborn. The child who once held the kingdom's gaze now walked alone, armed only with scrolls and spells. And yet, he never stopped believing that his story mattered.
Now, the time has come.
The Kingdom of Joy faces a new era—one of enchanted inspections, cursed blueprints, and mysterious forces rising from beneath the construction sites. Only one hero can navigate this realm of chaos and comedy. Only one can wield the Wand of Quality and the Seal of Compliance.
His name is TrueFace.
He is the Starborn Inspector.
And his saga is just beginning.