THE PROPHECY: INDIRAH AND THE E9

                                                                                CHAPTER 1
While the village was at peace, the skies were always blue, butterflies danced through the forests, and summer was beautiful. Fruits were fresh, and livestock was fat and well-fed. A story, somewhat mythical, spoke of our creator—the Good Doctor. He crafted us out of boredom. Although not his favorite creation, My clan was his most brilliant creators and builders, capable of crafting weapons and engines, the villagers never had to use these creations because their hearts were pure and true. Life was happy, though the reason behind the creation of weapons remained unclear. The elders of our clan had an old sacred forest tunnel where scrolls of past activities and future prophecies were kept. They always said we had a warrior amongst us, a warrior who would save the universe from the dark ones. It was only a mythical prophecy.

One day, while deep in the forest, I was working in my small underground home where I crafted superior weapons. At sundown, a loud bang startled me. Grabbing a weapon, I rushed outside to investigate. There, an armored creature, vastly different from myself, lay injured. Despite my fear, a strong impulse to help guided me. Approaching cautiously, I saw the creature’s eyes filled with fear. As it attempted to attack, it was too weak and fainted. When I touched it, it cried out in pain. Suddenly, a noise behind me drew my attention. Turning around, I felt a sharp object pierce through me. I screamed and saw an ugly creature attempting another strike. I quickly aimed my weapon and fired, reducing the creature to dust. Though bleeding and weak, I carried the injured creature back to my home.

After treating both the strange creature and myself with healing herbs, it took about thirty nights for it to awaken. While working on a weapon in my workshop, a faint cough caught my attention. Approaching the room, I found the creature awake. Its first word was "water," which I provided. After drinking, it began asking numerous questions: Where am I? What universe is this? Unsure of the answers, I gradually shared information about my village.

My village is called Tektonrah. I am Indirah, and this is the C5 Abandoned Universe. My craft weapons and engines , I explained. Inquiring about the creature that attacked us, the guardian revealed it was a dark one—an evil being from the E9 universe. Upon hearing "E9," I knelt and took a bow, recalling the old scrolls that spoke of them as our gods. Rising, I asked how the dark one had come to be. The guardian recounted everything about the E9, the other guardians, and the rise of the dark ones. The prophecy foretold that heroes would aid in the fight. Realizing that my destiny was not confined to Tektonrah, I felt in my heart that I was a hero. Determined to join the fight and prove my worth, I packed my weapons and escorted the guardian to the old forest tunnel to meet the elders. As soon as we arrived, the head elder, Zindorah, looked at us and said, “What took you so long?”

…THE STORY CONTINUES