1 The Beginning of Eternity

An empty throne. A silent kingdom. The grand castle, once untouchable, now sealed—its key taken by a ruler who vanished without a trace. In its place, a monument of steel with less of glass rises—a new center of governance.

A man hovers above the towering skyscrapers. Their cold steel and tinted glass as a mockery of the kingdom it replaced. His eyes narrow—not in rage, but in silent, weary disappointment.

He appears young, yet he has lived with half of Dravistic age, 50 Million years. The mere sight of him demands authority. His every movement—radiates nobility and quiet respect. Beneath the composed exterior lurks a power vast and unfathomable.

The wind brushes against his flowing white hair, its crimson-tipped ends catches the light as it veiled one of his emerald eyes. His eyes gleam with wisdom, holding the weight of countless years of existence.

To keep his identity hidden, he dons a mask, a silent reminder of the burden he carries. His attire is as unassuming as it is deliberate—a black robe billow around him, concealing his form. Yet when caught by the wind, it reveals a grey, long-sleeved turtleneck sweater beneath a maroon long-sleeved shirt, its top three buttons undone.

He wears a photo locket pendant— his right hand bears a jade ring over a grey glove, a subtle yet elegant detail that hints at his lineage. He wears black trousers and sturdy black warrior boots built for both stealth and battle.

“What a mess.” He said with the glance— then raises his right foot to the front, putting all his weight to it.

“Now just wait until I got all the components!” And he now— making him fall against the wind.

At the middle of the building, appears a small green ball—comes from the wind that he cut through while going down, blowing away without giving any damage, boosting him away to fly faster downward.

He adjusts his posture mid-air, conjuring another wind sphere beneath him—propelling himself toward the city.

And this day, March 5, 2018.

“Ready?” Zein spoke firmly as the giant monster growled, charging toward him. He remained floating in the sky.

“Guft arsh!” Said 5 to 10 men, on far away using a communicator on their ears. The word means ‘yes sire’ in their language.

The monster roared, its massive frame shaking the ground. Wasting no time—Zein propelled himself upward, leaping high above its head. His emerald eyes locked onto his target—its snake like scales and the glowing blue stone embedded in its back. With perfect precision, he lands atop the bull-like beast, gripping the rough texture of its hide.

Zein’s fingers brush the concealed switch on his cuff. With a mechanical snap, a black shimmering rope lashes out—twisting like a living serpent around the beast’s thick neck. It tightens, locking into place with a metallic hiss, anchoring the monster to his left cuff. The air thrums with energy the tension between predator and prey razor–sharp.

The beast roared, Its feet slamming into the ground—tremors rippled through the battlefield. It thrashed, colliding with debris, but Zein didn’t flinch.

“I-I feel nauseous...” He said in his mind.

All of his men then nods to each other—three of them sprinting from the debris. Two of them slings a crossbow into its legs and pull the trigger higher, the rope suddenly pulling itself towards the user. A man that stands between them then cast a spell.

“Eunegoro, Mantro, Evistroho… Hinarl!!!” from his wand, a green-reddish color comes out and blast a fire gust.

The fire blasted the beast’s face, scorching its scaled flesh. It bellowed—a sound so powerful it shook the battlefield. But Zein remained unmoved. With a sharp tug, the rope tightened like noose, A flick of his wrist, a press of the hidden switch on his cuff—

SHING!

The concealed blade snapped forward, gleaming in the dim of light. In one swift motion, it severed the beast’s thick neck. Time seemed to freeze… then resumed in a slow, trembling ripple. The grounds cracked deep, making an earthquake for four seconds and collapsing the cracked debris into dust.

Their heartbeat runs so fast, forcing their mouth to breath. Zein jumps of that beast. He turns his back and looking down towards the beast.

“Hmph! Filthy mystical beast. At the very least… your corpse will serve my needs. Men! Take this carcass back to base.” Said Zein walking in haste and clenched his hand.

“Guft Arsh!”

All of Zein’s man quickly take the monster that so called Mystical beast body- taking it by only two man that comes from the watchtowers. They arrive at a big warehouse look like place and take it inside. 15 of 145 personnel in total includes Zein with his men start to dissect the beast’s body and take some stones and some of its bone into a big glass tube and put it on a pillar like thing.

It starts to lighten up and a ball of light comes from those material, moving to 15 small cable and spreading to a small hollow circle device.

He and his team finally invented a new device called ‘Planetarium Nexus’ or on their language, it’s called, ‘Croudew Estero’ on his heart he talks to himself.

“Finally, I can find someone else who can rule this country even though he’s from another planet. I will put an end to this internal war at all costs!”

Zein then push a ball like button as it shows the planets in hologram like form, everyone do but petrifies in amazement of the result of their works for 20 years.

They see every single planet they know, the energy that comes from the stones is time and space visions power that has become one with beast, it is why they need of this two components. Yet they can only see the planet that resonances with the ability of the beast and the planet that it randomly sees or invaded.

After looking for about 15 minutes without feeling any boredoms they then stops and the person who are close with Zein petrifies once again- looking in amazement at earth.

“Whoa… No! Not now—I have to be focus!” Zein mumbled after he touched the planet and looked the environment of every country and it’s living beings, started from the agorns activity, buildings they made in every different country- mostly from America, middle eastern, japan, and lastly Indonesia.

“This planet… Does anyone know what planet is this?”

Zein said, looking at all of his workers that are shaking their heads. His curiosity finally led him to choose the planet Earth and finally the coordinates of the blue planet into a glove with blue light being the transmission.

The device hums to life. Zein exhales. Countless worlds, endless searching… Could this finally be it? He steps his feet in doubt, fear of death and a questions ‘What if, the person that I’ve been looking for this 3 centuries doesn’t exist in here?’

He inhales and then continue to talk while the his workers are still looking at him in a face of intense feeling. With his fingers snapping he says.

“Zein… this will be easy, just like taking part in a war… We can do this, farewell my friends!” He said as he steps to the asymmetrical blue circle.

And meanwhile on the earth.

Located in Indonesia, West Java, Garut City in a school. I live among all of them and my name is Zein. Maybe you all will be sick of hearing this sentences but I’m just a normal (maybe freak one) ordinary (not really) student.

And today, right after the time just showing school is over I see my friend Nera is being bullied by this person called Apin, the dude who bullied him is the one of the most annoying boy in this school. I see him pushing my juniors chest with just a little strength and he is pushing back though his body is bigger than him and then he says.

“Hurry give me the money!”

The dark-skinned boy with equally dark hair and piercing eyes. The big fist and big body of him makes him looks so intimidating, although he is a little bit smaller than me. Still makes the most students afraid of him.

Apin’s smirk twist my gut. My fingers curl into a trembling sweaty fist, but my feet refuse to move. My throat tightens. The air feels heavier. If I step in now… will I just make it worse?

The teacher wouldn’t care, some of them are probably just sitting on their sofa at home, the others won’t look at here to help. I was all alone in this, just like my other days.

Well, the ordinary things in every single school even its called favorite school. Bullying still exists even in every corner of this place. I am also one of the victims, however.

“Nera! Come here!”

“No! You’re coming here Zein!” Apin said in a voice that made my head feel hot and my body uneasy. My stomach twist. My instincts scream at me to run, to avoid his gaze—but I can’t.

“No, I-I’m busy, I have to talk with him!” I said in haste and fear.

Then a teacher which I know him well then walking and shouting my name. I, who almost steps into a murderous teenage boy, is able to survive thanks to God’s help. With the fox brain of mine—I ordered Nera by waving my hand at him, and then he manage to getting away.

We then immediately give typical Indonesian greetings when young people meet older people by placing the backs of their right hands on our foreheads while bowing a bit as a show of respect. There we makes small talk about projects from the organization I am joining and finally he returns.

Actually, I see at a glance that Apin still looking at me with a very piercing gaze at me, I then tell Nare to go home first.

Meanwhile…

UWOARGH!! The spirit cry inside the portal. Looking only a stream of light around him, he floats in the middle of it. The choirs-like sounds, the sound of a knocking door and the planets voices filling that dimension. Not long, a high wave of wind-like voice appears and become clear.

A tear in space rips open above the school gates. A figure steps through, his robe barely disturbed by the unnatural wind. Yet, in an instant, his grand presence falters—gravity is weaker here, the air different. His feet barely touch the pavement before— he says.

“Oh, I almost disguise myse–”

“—HOLY GODDESS FILYA, WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! IT’S VERY COOL!!!” He said, breaking his own divine and noble images. Suddenly, he freezes himself up and mumbles.

“A-Akhem, let us calm ourselves first!” He stands again above his feet, slowly putting his fingers above his forehead. And then he talks in his mind.

“(I almost forgot that my men are also watching me in the monitor!!)” While then he back in the character, he starts to look around while feeling light in his body.

“It seems like this planet’s gravity are more lighter than ours… okay, back to our main objective, let’s see…” He said looking around.

And not long after he said that he see a young boy with a little long and messy silver hair with the green tip on it, and red eyes, using a mask too like him, his body are quite small, yet he stands tall, looking about 166cm in height. His hand looks curves like he has a little bit of muscle–uses a Zipper black hoodie with the sleeves rolling up and the zipper open.

Covering his Indonesian iconic middle school uniform and black warrior shoes.

“Hmm let’s see…” Zein said, moving his emerald eyes into every place he can see.

“Ah, he looks promising! And surprisingly, he have a look just like me! But still, I am way cooler than him, haha.” The spirit said in amazed voice and proud.

But then he see, the boy looks annoyed slightly in the corner with his hand strangling his collar. He then quickly close the portal and with his by spreading his palm towards the portal then he runs onto him so fast.

“Hmph! So this is the one troubling you?!” Spirit Zein said with his grip tightens around Apin’s wrist.

“Seems like our training was not in vain. Am I right… brother?” Continue him looking at Zein and clicking his right eyes.

With his eyes looking fast towards the Spirit Zein, he then say in his head.

“This is my chance!” then answers him.

“U-Uh… yeah, big bro! But… W-Why are you here?”

“Why? Obviously to take you home! Now off we go!”

“W-Well then.”

And they are rushing to leave, Apin grasp which he then just let him go. We managed to reach the gate with Zein’s anxiety that still thinking about some of them are still chasing him. He then take the man to a place some distance from there and then asks him amidst the onslaught of cars and motorbikes accompanied by horns.

“So, who are you?” I said–stomping my feet to the ground with a shrill tone.

“Me? Zein! And you?” The guy in the robe spoke all calm and serious, but kinda fast, like he was in a hurry.

“Zein…?? Whoa… wait–really?! Then, you’re some kinda… my future version? Ahaha, I’m joking–I guess…” I let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of my neck and then slowly stop laughing while then rubbing my elbows slowly.

“Haha, good joke! Well, nice to meet you!”

“Yea!” I said while walking with him around from my usual track.

While we are talking and buying some foods from the street vendor, I know something from him. He looks like a good guy, he shares the same energy with me, but… it feels more safe.

And he seems like unusual, he have a taste from the food I bought earlier. Well, since the first time we talk while I’m buying something–I’ve noticed that he looks kinda amazed with how the vendor putting the food into the Indonesian signature paper bag, made from unused test paper. And it somehow… makes me feel a little bit uncomfortable.

We sit at a clothing shop, while continuing our conversation. Somehow, this guy makes me feeling two things. Uncomfortable, but also don’t wanna leave him while he’s talking. It was fun, until I now believe I have to leave him.

“I have to go now—Mr. Zein, we shall meet again later.” Oh, that was cool English dialog I’ve ever talked by myself. Never mind, I then raise my hand with my palm opened.

The moment our hands meet—a small star–like things appears between our hands. It grows–blinding us. We flow inside this light, heading towards nowhere. A cold feeling and voices of despair and hope fills my head, some memories paper going through inside my head.

A thousand foreign memories claw their way into my skull—visions of planets I’ve never set foot on, battles fought by hands that aren’t mine. I see a beast crumble beneath a black rope… I feel the weight of a life spanning millions of years, crushing me under its enormity. I opened my mouth, hoping my voice can reach him or another people, but it won’t escapes from my mouth.

Then the light’s gone, I open my eyes. Surprised of his gone, looking around but then my head hurts.

“Uhh, my head” Earth Zein said.

“What happened?” Dravistic Zein grunted.

I’m starting to feel confused about what happened, his voice is inside of my head but I can’t see him and then I realize that somehow we are fused, I know it by recognizing his voice in my head.

“Wait, what?! H-How did—?! No, no, this isn’t real. No one saw, right? But HOW?! You—do you know what’s happening?!” My mind was racing so fast it was practically running laps.

“Fear? Panic? Despair? Is this what it’s like to be a mortal? THIS IS TERRIBLE—WHERE IS MY BODY?! Wait… wait, no, I think I know. But—ARGH! This is still terrible!” He screams in a panic that makes my head hurt.

The big Zein inside me turns calm knowing what’s happen between us—while I’m still in panic, he steadies his voice, urging me to calm down. I can't. He repeats himself—again and again—until his patience snaps. Then, without warning, he shuts me up completely. And in that moment, our big journey has begun.