Guests.
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Antarctica, South Pole.
At the extreme southern edge of the world, where endless snow met the frozen sea, seven figures stood in silence.
The wind howled across the white wasteland, lifting shards of ice into the air, but none of them moved. Their long cloaks fluttered against the snowstorm, faces hidden beneath heavy hoods.
On the backside of the cloak, there are different symbols, representing their continents.
The lion's face in the fire, representing the largest and strongest continent of the world, the Hindvarthya.
The falcon, with its wings spread, represents the Ameriork.
The eastern dragon represents the Huaxia Empire.
The 'Ohene', a king's symbol, represents the Afropia.
The white double eagle, with sword in one hand and shield in the other, represents the Soversia.
The shield with a kangaroo and a chrysanthemum crest drawn on it represents the Austran.
All seven of them stood like sentinels, motionless, their eyes fixed on the horizon. Snow gathered on their shoulders, yet not one brushed it away.
It was as if they were waiting.
Behind them, the faint outlines of metallic structures shimmered through the blizzard, a hidden base located here in the snow, away from everyone.
CRACK
Then, through the roaring wind, a faint sound echoed, deep, distant, unfamiliar. The one standing in the centre (one with the lion symbol) raised 'their' head slightly.
"They've arrived." The figure said in his calm voice.
The others exchanged brief glances, and for a moment, the storm itself seemed to pause, as if the world was holding its breath.
A sudden tremor rippled through the air. Others also lifted their heads as the sky above them began to distort, twisting, bending, wrapping as if reality itself was tearing apart.
CRRAAACCK
THUNDER THUNDER
Then, with a deep, thunderous sound, a crack appeared in the space.
From that blinding rift, a colossal (around 5-6 km long), disc-shaped craft can be seen, silent, immense, glowing faintly with symbols that pulsed like a heartbeat.
The seven figures stood firm, their cloaks whipping violently in the storm.
From beneath the great vessel, a smaller craft detached – sleek, silver, alive with faint red light.
It hovered for a moment, then shot towards them, vanishing through the crack that hung open above the frozen land.
The rift pulsed once more, then slowly began to close, leaving the smaller spaceship.
"Be prepared to welcome our… Guest." The same man said.
The spaceship descended slowly, its engines humming an almost organic rhythm. The snowstorm around it began to calm, as if the very air bowed in its presence.
When it finally stopped, the ship hovered a few feet above the ground before setting down gently.
Its ramp unfolded with a mechanical groan. From the glowing interior, four silhouettes emerged – three men and one woman.
A man and woman in front, followed by two other men.
The first man was 210 cm tall, with blonde hair and green eyes. White skin tone. He was wearing an open jacket with tight pants, fully Casanova style, with golden chains on his neck. His body, a manifestation of the Greek god. Arrogance reeks from him.
In comparison to him, the lady was carrying herself more elegantly. 190 cm tall, with black hair, blue eyes. Skin as if purer than milk. Face, so beautiful that an actress can't even come closer. She wears a blue and white coloured robe.
The tall man was followed by the man in black robes, his face hidden by the hood. He seems like a silent follower.
The man following the lady seemed to be more open than the others. He is 185 cm tall, with a unique fashion sense. He wears an orange Hawaiian shirt with orange-coloured shorts, and on his back hangs a vintage sitar.
Even in this get-up, the cold did not seem to affect him. He is checking the surroundings with a small smile on his face.
The seven figures moved forward to greet them, but they didn't even glance at them and moved towards the base.
"Lead us to your leaders." Hooded one said in a neutral tone.
"Yes, my lord." The man replied in a subservient manner, then, with the other six, started leading the group towards the base. Where the world leaders are waiting for their 'guests'.
. . . .
Inside the base, nestled beneath layers of steel and ice, stood a colossal structure – the command hall of the southern fortress. Its walls shimmered with faint blue light.
Within the grand circular hall, six people sit around an obsidian table; there are four empty seats available around it.
The atmosphere is tense, yet dignified, because the ones who are sitting here are the six world leaders. The leaders of their respective continents.
Amitabh Gandhi, 49 years old, 186 cm tall, with black hair with a mixture of grey and black eyes. Looking like a simple middle-aged man, but he is the leader of the strongest continent in the world, the Hindvarthya.
Hong Zhuang, 55 years old. A descendant from one of the emperor's bloodlines of China. A regal aura seems to be around him. He is the emperor of the Huaxia Empire.
Dimitri Slovoski, 50 years old, is an ex-military man. The leader of Soversia.
Samia Sirleaf, 45 years old. She is the current leader of Afropia.
Peter Pendragon, a 60-year-old man and the leader of Ameriork.
Luna Maxwell, 37 years old, youngest among them. The leader of Austran.
KNOCK KNOCK
As they were all discussing something, a knock was heard from the entrance of the hall. There was standing the same man who was leading the 'guests'.
"Respected leaders, esteemed guests have arrived."
The hall fell into silence, every leader looking towards the entrance.
A.N. - This one and the next one are going to involve some info dump, but it is also important for the story, so handle it.
- title AGANTUKA means 'guests'.
And one more thing, every name and place mentioned in the story is a fully fictional work, so pls don't try to relate it with real world.