( A Fragment, A Promise)
Among countless universes, there existed one ruled solely by the King. Under his watch, seven planets revolved — each with its own laws and its own rhythm of life. One of these worlds was Arthvya, where magic lived inside books, and power flowed from written pages.
Magic breathed through Arthvya's air:
one opened a Star-Book and winds bent to their command — becoming Wind Magic;
one recited dark glyphs, and Dark Magic melted into their veins;
one spoke radiant verses and Light Magic shimmered like waves of dawn.
In this land, books were the very rule of existence — whoever possessed the book, possessed the power.
But what was coming now did not exist in any ancient spell or sacred tome. After a terrifying warning from the Creator, the King tore out a fragment of himself — not a weapon, not a god — and gave it the shape of a child. He sent this fragment to Arthvya, to become a barrier against the storm rising in the cosmos.
He gave the child a name — Boss.
Boss arrived in Arthvya as an orphan:
no memories, no family — just an empty future.
From childhood, he could draw magic from books without being taught.
So he was taken into the Star Books Academy — founded on the ideals of Star Cross, the legendary heroes who once brought peace and enlightenment to the world.
Three years passed — Boss breathed in the ink of spells, he commanded wind with a flick, carved shields from written symbols, and learned to balance between light and shadow.
Then one evening, he returned to the shelter where orphaned children once lived —
the ones who had no one.
The market buzzed with noise; lanterns swayed; voices rose.
Then suddenly — everything stopped.
The wind froze.
Sound vanished.
A whole part of the marketplace turned silent and empty.
Panic spread.
From the empty void, a figure descended —
dressed in pure black, face blurred by darkness,
with two burning X marks for eyes
and a strange symbol engraved upon the forehead.
And with a single instant — like reality had been erased —
buildings dissolved, people disappeared, memories evaporated.
Boss stood there, struck by horror.
The figure drew out a simple wooden stick from a shadow — a tiger-faced carving at its tip — and placed it in Boss's hand.
His voice was a quiet decree:
"This alone won't destroy anything.
You were not made to annihilate —
you were made to stop what must be stopped.
Remember: this burden cannot be carried alone."
A flash of divine light tore through the sky —
the King descended.
He stepped to Boss's side and declared:
"You are my Fragment.
I sent you to delay X — even if only for a little while.
But alone… you cannot win."
Boss trembled, his voice shaking:
"Who am I? Who created me?
And who… is X?"
The King's gaze hardened:
**"X is beyond every rule we know —
destroying planets, slaying gods,
challenging even the Creator.
We cannot kill him directly.
So I made you —
to block his path,
to find the mark on his Heart —
the 'Pill' that sustains him."**
Boss swallowed the fear tightening his chest.
"I'm ready… but where do I go?
How do I find him?"
The King answered, voice firm and cold:
**"You don't need to find your ally.
He will come to you.
In ten days,
a traveler will arrive on this planet —
one who journeys across worlds.
Earn his friendship — at any cost.
Only together
can you stop X."**
Boss lowered his head — a new weight settling on his shoulders.
The dark figure's form flickered —
a faint smile —
and he vanished like smoke.
The marketplace slowly regained its shape…
but what was lost never returned.
The King placed a hand on Boss's shoulder:
"You have ten days.
Learn.
Prepare.
When the traveler comes… go to Cosmos —
where all magic books truly belong."
Boss gripped the tiger-faced staff tight against his chest.
He was no longer just a child.
He was a fragment…
a hope…
the final line of defense.
The countdown had begun.
(Next chapter coming soon…)