THE LOST ORB [PFS #1, THE BEARER]

Prologue: The Beginning

'—What's written in prophecy must unfold; an event bound to happen is about to take place'

THE BEGINNING
Era 982, Maius
Armistden

EVERYTHING has a beginning. The singularity where it all started, and resulted in the vast cosmos of Space and Time, that birthed to multiple primordial gods who will soon rule everything.

Presiding over the mantle of the universe, THEIR significance is beyond the law of every cosmic object. THEY are comparable to no one. THEY are also called the Prime Figures of totality, with the primary source of totality being left unsaid.

…And soon perhaps, completely forgotten.

It was a long time ago when The Bearer bestowed the knowledge of the origin of everything to THEIR disciples.

THEY have been ruling this celestial planet for a long time, along with THEIR disciples, the deities who preserve the peace on THEIR domain, Armistden. It's not surprising that The Bearer — the deities' ruler, is one of the Prime Figures.

It was surely surprising when one of The Bearer's disciple, a certain deity, acquired the higher knowledge of everything.

Such a bliss to have gained the shattering truth of reality, and fortunately to have shaped both in THEIR realm and the realm of living beings. This female disciple can freely interfere anonymously to The Bearer's precious creations. Humans.

Her signature hum signifies countless phenomena that the future holds and what keeps humans aware of the destruction of tomorrow.

Disorder is inevitable for everyone, to begin with.

"THEY, who bestowed grace upon THEIR creation, within THEIR possession

Embracing a dear one, yet with eyes of deception,

A soul who seeks greatness

Whither demise waiting for the great one"

After chanting the prophecy, the deity marked a kiss of faith to the female mortal's forehead. Everything is set, but it is still preventable. The old era may have fallen, but a new carnage will soon rebirth. Faith in humanity is all she needs. "Wake up, child."

For the last time, she bid her farewell to the humankind.

But the hazy dream hitched into another one. It once reverberates the voice again in an ominous tone. A whole new entity above the female mortal. Her eyes were forced open to look aloft at the eyes of deception, who would bring her back to reality. "Child..."

She wakes up from the sound, gasping for air. The last one was clearly a nightmare.

The first one was too vague, yet she can clearly picture out the latter. How her bright amethyst eyes, slitted pupils swallowed the young one's consciousness like a void pulling a prey into a total nihility.

Who is she?

The whispers turned softer as the grassfield, rich with green hues, greeted her hazel eyes. With a sigh of relief, she felt the tension of her dream slowly subsiding. How calming the air is, it continues to brush off the grains of pollen hovering all over her place.