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*To my Friend Takeshy Sareya Vertus , who has been dreaming of me putting my writing out there since high school, This one is for you, Happy Early birthday *
The world did not end in fire or flood.
It ended slowly, tree by tree, breath by breath, hope by hope.
By 2045, the Earth is exhausted. Scarred by human hands, poisoned by greed, and silenced by endless war, Nature stands on the edge of collapse. The balance that once sustained life is breaking, and humanity has become its own greatest enemy.
When prayers no longer reach the heavens, the ancient forces answer instead. The gods of old and the Loas of forgotten realms awaken a prophecy older than civilization itself. Four lights are chosen; four humans born not to rule, but to protect.
On the night of a total eclipse, when darkness swallows the moon and the world holds its breath, four children are born across the globe.
In Haiti, Thailand, Greece, and the United States of America , their first cries echo through the unseen realms, signaling the rebirth of hope.
Each child carries the power of their ancestors, their land, and their spirit. Separately, they are vulnerable. Together, they are unstoppable. But as their powers grow, so does the danger-for the greatest threat to Nature has always been human desire.
This is not a story of gods saving the world.
It is the story of humans chosen to protect it.
And the fate of Nature now rests in their hands.