In the far eastern regions of the world, there lies a place where stars are seen every night. The place was deemed as a world beneath the stars. A place where everything seems perfect for it is perfect. One could step into a world beneath the stars and be healed. Many doctors who could not cure diseases sent their patients to AWBTS and the patients never came back.
Because who would want to return to a place that was ruined so badly. The world leaders who found the place all deemed it as god's gift to humanity and they all agreed that no one should claim it.
However, in order to achieve perfection, there had to be disorder. On the fateful evening of 2150, scientists reported seismic tremors coming from AWBTS. Soon, everyone was glued to the screen as lighting burst up from AWBTS.
Lighting did not come up, it burst up like a tree. The bolts swayed and rose as they climbed higher. But there was no thunder. No rain. Simply a tree of lighting and a shocked world.
In America, the current president looked at his phone and was immediately intrigued. America had been the one that had found AWBTS but since it was located in Asia, they couldn't do anything. But now, the current president thought to himself.
I deserve a claim to whatever is on that island. Yes, even though we all agreed no one should claim that perfect land. It does not mean what is on the land can't be mine.
The whole order only lasted a brief 15 minutes and soon everyone was shocked again. This time, it was due to the fact that the scientists and world leader found nothing on the island.
It could be a new natural phenomenon coming from the island, stated the director of geological findings in Japan.
While the director was right in his findings, something did happen. A baby was born.
Babies were rarely born in AWBTS as people spent way too long admiring the perfectness. However, whenever a baby was born, they were dubbed as the Walkers beneath the Stars. According to the treaty made by the USA, Asia, and Europe, the Walkers were the ones who could control the land if they chose to.
However, no walker chose to control the land as they all died mysteriously at the age of 18. So, when the baby was born, no one paid attention.
Like all other walkers, this baby had blond hair and golden eyes that shined. To a human from the outside, it would seem like it was a baby angel. They were not wrong. Reports claimed that before a Walker died, they did great things.
The nurse holding the baby looked at him and whispered, what things are you going to bring to us?
A confused face stared back at the nurse as the baby looked around the room. He was aware of his surroundings and he also knew the storm was caused by him. But, he knew that he couldn't say that as he simply could not speak.
In AWBTS, since all babies were seen as angels, they were named as ones. ButM the way the names were chosen were based on the parent's importance. The newly born baby had parents who both worked in the government, giving him a high chance of a good name.
When the list came, there were only three options to choose from.
Lucifier, Micheal, and Gabriel.
Now it was time for the baby to choose. A name that would dictate how people viewed him.
He knew that he was the disorder. The thing that brought balance to the AWBTS would be him. He knew it from the start. No one else but him could feel the weight of balance tipping too much into the good side. He knew the name that he had to choose.
The baby chose because the people of AWBTS knew that if the baby did not choose his own name, he could not choose his own path.
Lying in the arms of the nurse, the baby looked at the names and tossed them all away. He was not choosing any one of the names. They all could not represent the balanced disorder he would take.
Instead, his eyes drifted to a sheet of paper reserved for people who had parents in higher government institutes.
On it lied one simple word
Azrael
His name, and the name the world would remember him by.
But, to the nurse and the people around him, they thought he had chosen Gabriel and was too excited and threw them all away.
Thus, on May 5th, 2150, a happy couple received their newly born son.
Gabriel Pu.
Yet, Azrael knew he was not a Gabriel and never would be. But in order to appease his parents and possibly avoid getting killed at 18, he had to play along.
So, Gabriel Pu did the only thing he could do to express his emotions.
Cry.