Once in a millennium,
an event unfolds—
the merging of stars and ashes…
from which forms—
A SOUL.
And from that,
another SOUL.
Together, they mark the beginning of a new era.
Yet a question lingers, unanswered across time:
Who will it be?
A human?
Or something beyond the scope of understanding?
No one knows.
This question echoes at the birth of every Creation Era.
It seems to be a loop—an endless cycle.
But not even the stars, not even the cosmic ones,
can state its truth.
The reality remains hidden… until it chooses to reveal itself.
And even then... there is only one thing left to cling to:
Hope.
But… hope?
Where does it come from?
No one knows.
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Amid the galaxies, there existed a planet—Thronax—
suspended between two radiant stars, twin celestial bodies that sustained its life.
These stars weren't just suns—they were symbols, almost gods to those who lived beneath them.
One of the stars was named after a legendary warrior:
"The Kaka."
Yes. The Kaka.
He wasn't just a warrior—he was a savior.
He had protected not only Thronax but several other worlds from total annihilation.
But this story is not his.
Though his shadow stretches across every corner of it.
No... this story begins with his son.
A boy born with the fire of twin stars in his veins—
Kai.
A warrior who sought not glory, but godhood. One day deemed to be,
The God of War and Fire.
But first, he had to become more than a name.
He had to become a force.
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Kai was born to Sizzel and Kaka.
He was a boy with black hair with the hair ends a little red comprising both his father and grandfather 's traits. His eyes glowed like fire.
His heart was curious for everything since his birth.
His mother, a gentle soul who carried peace in her silence.
His father, the fierce protector of planets.
And from the moment he could walk, Kai wielded wooden swords like they were extensions of his spirit.
But even the brightest flames begin small.
And at just three years old—he was still a child, wild and learning.
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That day started like any other.
"Kai!" Sizzel called out from the kitchen hut. "Lunch is ready! Bring your brothers and sisters too!"
She expected the patter of feet. Giggles. Arguments. Nothing came.
Minutes passed. Ten. Then twenty.
Worry replaced her patience. She stepped outside, calling louder. "Kai? Sizo? Kaira? Mira? Kayogara?"
Still nothing.
Panic crawled up her spine like ice. She screamed into the sky, "Kaka! The children—! They're gone! Please, help me!"
Kaka, calm even in chaos, stepped outside. His gaze was sharp but steady,"We'll find them," he said,
already summoning the villagers with a wave.
Sizzel pleaded, "You've saved countless planets. Please—save our children now."
The villagers didn't hesitate.
"We will search every field," one said.
"They must be close," said another.
They split up and scoured the valley for hours.
Then—a shout.
"I found tracks! Small ones. Heading toward the Valley of Fonta!"
Gasps followed.
"The Valley? That can't be..."
Sizzel's legs gave way. She collapsed, unconscious before anyone could catch her.
Kaka, unmoved on the surface, narrowed his eyes.
He turned to the scout.
"Tell me everything."
A quick, shaky report followed.
Kaka nodded once, then said to the house staff, "Watch over Sizzel."
"Yes, Master," they replied in unison.
And with that, he vanished—leaping through the skies, straight toward Fonta.
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But what was the Valley of Fonta?
A cursed land.
A scar on Thronax's surface.
A place where Mizara—Kaka's own father—had once made a terrible pact with ancient beasts:
The Thronxors.
Carnivorous titans.
Predators that walked like shadows and devoured anything living.
Not even warriors returned from that place.
The valley was forbidden for a reason.
And now, five children—including a toddler—were there?
It was madness.
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But as Kaka neared the jagged cliffs of Fonta,
he heard something that halted him mid-air:
Laughter.
Small, joyful voices. Running footsteps.
And then—he saw them.
His children.
All five, sprinting from the valley's edge.
Before he could speak, they ran into his arms, all clinging to him at once.
Relief flooded him… but also confusion.
And then—he saw Kai.
The smallest of them all.
Dragging behind him a heavy object, half-wrapped in a cloak of leaves.
Kaka pulled it back—
And froze.
It was the head of the King of the Thronxors.
Bloodless. Hollow-eyed. And unmistakably real.
Silence.
Then—
A single tear rolled down Kaka's cheek.
Not out of grief.
Not even shock.
But something deeper.
Pride.
Because somehow, his three-year-old son had done the impossible.
And that,
was only the beginning
of the boy who would become
one of the greatest warriors in existence.
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