Part-1: The Awakening of the Prophecy.
Hidden between two towering mountains stood a village that seemed untouched by time.
Darkness surrounded it, and a thick layer of mist covered the narrow paths leading into the village. To an ordinary visitor, it might have appeared abandoned. Yet beneath its silent exterior lay a secret that had remained buried for centuries.
Deep beneath the village, hidden from the outside world, stood an ancient chamber.
Seven hooded figures gathered around a circular symbol engraved into the stone floor. Ancient inscriptions covered the walls, their meanings forgotten by generations. At the centre of the chamber stood an object that had remained dormant for centuries.
The Oracle’s Eye.
For generations, it had remained silent, its power concealed beneath layers of dust and forgotten history.
Until tonight.
A faint light emerged from its centre.
The seven figures turned towards it.
“The time has come,” one of them whispered.
Another stepped forward, unable to conceal the anticipation in his voice.
“After all these centuries…”
The light grew stronger.
“The seven have entered their twenty-second year.”
Silence filled the chamber.
“The bloodline has awakened,” the leader declared. “The inheritance has begun.”
The words echoed through the ancient chamber, carrying the weight of a prophecy that had remained forgotten for centuries.
One of the hooded figures spoke.
“They have received the call. But receiving the power does not mean they can control it.”
The leader nodded.
“They must face their trials. Their deepest fears. The darkness that lies within them. Only then will they understand what they have inherited.”
“And if they fail?”
The leader remained silent for a moment.
“Then they will lose everything they were meant to become.”
The Oracle’s Eye flickered once more.
Seven lights appeared within its depths, marking the beginning of something that could no longer be stopped.
The figures watched in silence.
For centuries, they had waited for this moment.
Their desire was not simply to possess power. They wanted something far greater—something that would allow them to rise beyond the boundaries of ordinary existence.
The power to rule the parallel worlds.
The power to bend the boundaries that separated them.
Nothing would stand between them and the power they had sought for centuries.
“Find them,” the leader commanded.
“But we do not know who they are.”
“Then search. The prophecy has awakened, and we cannot afford to waste time.”
The hooded figures bowed their heads.
Far beyond the hidden village, seven lives continued their ordinary course, unaware that an ancient inheritance had begun to awaken within them.
They had no idea what awaited them.
They had no idea that their lives were connected.
And they certainly had no idea that somewhere in the shadows, someone was already searching for them.
The prophecy, forgotten by time, had finally come alive.
Their journey begins now.
Author's note-
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