A vast expanse of stars and galaxies stretched out forever. Then a fierce tear ripped open space itself. Vakalagua ruled as the top tyrant in the gods' domain. He struck his partner with a blow full of raw power. That force broke the steady pull of gravity in their home. Right then their baby burst from her body. Kiyotakan shot out like a blazing comet of holy flames. He twisted through seven full galaxies on his wild path, a newborn wrapped in destiny.
He crashed into four worlds along the way. First came Eurak with its tough crystalline core. It gifted him strength against fire storms and quakes. The planet's guardians, beings of stone and lightning, felt his passing and whispered, "He will endure." Next Veram spun illusions like smoke in the wind. Its skies shimmered with mirages, its people masters of deception. It filled him with tricks to copy shapes and hide truths. Then Patrean hummed with dark life forces. Its temples glowed with ancestral fire, its priests spoke with the dead. It planted seeds of death magic deep in his bones. Last he hit Earth, our blue planet full of life and change. It poured into him human feelings — warmth, flaws, and dreams.
As he flew he soaked up each place's air. He took in their raw powers and old tales. These worlds shaped him step by step. By the time Earth caught him he had changed. No longer a simple baby, he held clashing forces from the stars. His body glowed with marks like constellations, his cries shook the trees, his breath carried sparks of Theurgy.
Down on Earth a calm woods shook hard. A deep hole formed from the smash. Smoke rose and trees bent low. In the middle a soft glow lit up the mess. A woman named Hana walked near. She hurt from losing her own baby just months back. Her heart ached empty and raw. But when she saw this shining child she stopped cold.
The boy gave off a strange otherworldly shine. Odd marks like stars carved his skin. Yet fear did not touch her. Love flooded in strong and sure. She scooped him up close to her chest. She named him Kiyotakan and called him her son. From that day she cared for him with all she had.
Hana chose a life alone deep in the wild hills. No busy towns or loud crowds reached them there. She trusted in destiny and hidden signs from above. Kindness she knew could heal deep wounds. Kiyotakan played in green fields under tall trees. She read him books of brave fighters and scary beasts. He stayed quiet, watched everything close. Nights he gazed up at the sky. It seemed he waited for the lights to share secrets.
Years passed and Kiyotakan grew tall. Strange gifts showed in him no one on Earth could match. He lifted rocks with just a thought, no hands needed. Whispers of minds around him reached his ears clear. One time he stepped behind a bush and blinked gone from sight. Hana saw it all and her worry grew. She kept him hidden from prying eyes. People might hunt him, fear his odd ways. But Kiyotakan felt a tug from far off. Some big fate called him, he sensed it deep.
He asked her often about his start. "Where did I come from?" he would say, eyes wide. Hana smiled soft and pulled him near. "From the stars, my boy," she told him. "But your heart stays right here with us." Those words eased his mind for a bit. Still he knew the sky held more for him.
One dark night he wandered the woods alone. Moonlight filtered through leaves. Then a flash hit him — a dream while awake. He saw a world on fire, flames licking high. A shadow in a hood stood tall and cold. A low voice echoed: "You are the echo come back." Kiyotakan fell to his knees, body shaking hard. Hours later Hana found him there. His eyes still sparked with a faint light from beyond.
Way out in the void Vakalagua peered through a crack in worlds. His gaze burned like stars in rage. He stared at the boy on Earth. "My son," he said low and fierce. "Your tale goes on, I swear it." He pulled power from old dusty places. Forces long asleep woke at his call. The whole cosmos felt the shift. Ancient beings murmured in the dark. Light and shadow tipped off balance slow but sure. Earth lay quiet under its night sky. Folks dreamed on blind to the trouble brewing. That sky now tied to bigger fights.
Kiyotakan reached the brink of his teen years. Love from Hana held him tight. Yet his past pulled like a strong tide. He stood split between home and blood. Trials lay ahead he could not see. His choices would shake stars and worlds alike. The first test crept close, ready to strike.
But before the test, the worlds themselves began to stir. Eurak's guardians whispered in crystal halls: "The child of flame has touched us. He carries our endurance." Veram's illusionists painted skies with his image, half in shadow, half in light. Patrean's soulbinders felt his heartbeat echo in their ancestral chants. And Earth, fragile and flawed, gave him humanity — the one gift no god could claim.
Hana watched him grow restless. He trained alone, lifting stones, bending shadows, listening to whispers of wind. She feared the day he would leave. "Promise me," she said one evening, "that no matter where you go, you will remember who you are." He nodded, but his eyes drifted to the stars. "I will," he said. "But the stars remember too."
The hooded shadow returned in his dreams. "You are the echo," it said. "You are the storm. You cannot hide." Kiyotakan fought against the vision, but each time it grew stronger. He began to wonder if the shadow was not enemy, but part of himself. Hana saw his struggle, held him close, whispered lullabies. But even her love could not silence destiny.
Vakalagua gathered allies in the void. Titans stirred, void beasts awoke, starborn warships aligned. "He is mine," Vakalagua declared. "He will rise, or he will break." The gods' domain trembled, sensing the storm to come.
And so the stage was set. A boy born of galaxies, raised by love, carrying the clash of worlds within him. A tyrant father watching from the void. A mother on Earth holding him close. Ancient beings whispering in the dark. The fracture of destiny widening. Kiyotakan stood at the edge of youth, his powers raw, his heart torn, his fate unwritten. The first test crept closer, ready to strike — and when it did, the universe itself would tremble.