In the beginning, there was nothing but chaos."
The skies were dark and roiled with fury. Clouds twisted unnaturally, dense and black, moving like living beasts. Thunder split the heavens with deafening cracks, shaking mountains and rattling the fragile huts of humanity. Winds screamed through the land, uprooting trees and scattering ash across trembling earth.
Beasts of all kinds roamed freely, teeth bared, claws digging deep into soil and flesh alike. Rivers ran thick with blood, forests smoldered from endless fires, and humanity—small, fragile, and terrified—cowered beneath the roar of storms and monsters. Their cries were high and pitiful, swallowed entirely by the chaos surrounding them.
Above it all, watching from realms unseen, stood The Giver. The God who had shaped life, who had poured creation from His hands, gazed upon His children with infinite sorrow. His eyes, deep and timeless, reflected the horror of a world His own hands had made. He had envisioned life as a gift, a delicate harmony—but instead, He beheld carnage, betrayal, and death. Every act of violence tore at Him, every scream was a wound in the heart of creation.
Yet even in the depth of that grief, a spark flickered—a thought, a plan, a glimmer of hope. If humanity could not temper their own hearts, if they were destined to destroy what was precious, perhaps there must be something to guide them, a force to awaken their potential… or doom them entirely.
From His will, a pulse of energy emanated, unseen by mortal eyes, flowing across mountains, rivers, and forests, waiting for the first heart capable of resonating with it. It had no name. It had no master. It simply… existed.
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Far from the lands of blood and fire, on the distant horizon, a small tribe survived. Among them, a figure descended from the heavens, radiant and awe-inspiring. Hernes, messenger of The Giver, walked upon the soil of this fragile village, carrying a task that would shape history.
He approached a young girl, tending her small herd of goats, her eyes widening as the air shimmered around him. Heatless light spilled from his form, and his voice rang with divine authority:
"You will meet a boy in the forest. Keep him safe. Raise him. And most importantly… love him."
A gentle warmth flowed from Hernes' hands into the girl's heart, filling her with hope and purpose she could not fully understand. Though the world outside was chaos, she now held the first thread of destiny—a child whose life would change the course of the world.
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The girl moved quickly, heart pounding with fear and determination. She ran through forests thick with ancient trees, over roaring rivers, and up hills that stretched endlessly. Time felt twisted, each step longer than the last, yet she pressed on, guided by a force she could not see but felt deeply.
Finally, she arrived at the tallest tree in the world, its trunk wider than any she had ever seen, bark blackened and scarred, branches vanishing into the storm-clouded sky. The air vibrated faintly, humming with a mysterious energy.
And then… she heard it.
A soft, pitiful cry, fragile and human, cutting through the roar of storms and beasts alike.
"A baby?" she whispered, stepping closer.
There, nestled among the roots of the colossal tree, bathed in faint strands of shimmering light, lay a small figure. His tiny chest rose and fell weakly, yet the energy surrounding him thrummed softly, as if the world itself acknowledged his existence.
The girl knelt, trembling as she reached out. "I… I will protect you," she whispered, cradling the boy against her chest. Around them, the wind stilled for a heartbeat, as if the universe paused to witness the birth of something extraordinary.
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Seven years passed.
The boy grew under her care, nurtured with a mother's love and guidance. In their small village, far from the devastation that plagued the world, he thrived like a young sapling under the sun—curious, mischievous, and full of life.
One afternoon, sunlight spilled through the leaves, dust dancing in warm beams, when the boy ran to her, eyes shining with excitement.
"Mom! Mom! Look at this!" he cried, holding out his small palm.
A faint light hovered there, flickering like a living thing. It pulsed with warmth and instinct, untamed, responding to him alone. It had no name, no form, no rules—yet it was alive, sensing his emotions, his will.
The girl knelt beside him, heart hammering. "What… is this?" she whispered.
The boy giggled, unaware of the significance of what he held. The energy danced and swirled, playful and wild. This was the first stirrings of a force the world had never known.
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But the world outside would not remain calm.
On that very day, the sky darkened further. Storm clouds twisted violently, thunder cracked across the horizon, and wind screamed through the trees.
A roar erupted from the mountains—deep, primal, and terrifying.
A dragon. Its massive wings blotted out the sun, scales black as molten stone, eyes burning with fury. Flames licked the mountainside, turning half of it to ash.
The forest around them erupted in chaos. Smoke choked the air, ash stung their eyes, and the heat pressed against their skin. The boy and his mother remained on the ground, frozen in fear.
Then, a massive tree toppled toward them, uprooted by the dragon's wrath.
"No! Move!" the girl screamed, panic twisting her voice. The boy's cries pierced the chaos, small and terrified.
And then… it happened.
A blinding burst of light erupted from the boy. Energy leapt into the air, twisting and exploding outward. The falling tree was hurled aside, scattered like twigs. Flames recoiled, beaten back by an invisible, overwhelming force.
The boy collapsed unconscious, chest rising and falling faintly, spent by the sudden awakening of his power. The girl fell to her knees beside him, tears streaking her soot-covered face. "Stay with me… please…", she whispered, cradling him.
The dragon froze, sensing a power beyond its understanding. After a tense moment, it spread its wings and vanished into the darkened sky, leaving scorched mountains and smoldering forest behind.
Though the fires still burned, one truth remained undeniable: the child had awakened a force the world had never seen, raw, untamed, and alive. This was the first stirrings of the power that would one day be called Ken.
And so, a new thread
was woven into the tapestry of the world—a thread of destiny, chaos, and hope.
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The End.