II am excited to share this story with you all, and I hope you enjoy it. It will be a power fantasy tale based on a unique power system, which I will explain further. There are three types of powers in this world:
1. Typical magical fantasy powers
2. Powers derived from weapons bestowed by gods and relics of past warriors
3. Will manifestation, which varies for each individual capable of using it
I am still developing this concept further. The story follows a young boy named Ashora and explores the various adventures and challenges he faces. The title of my story is Everlasting Epopeya.
Main Characters:
- Ashora: The main character, a young boy
- Amitrochates: Ashora's father and the king of a medium-sized kingdom
- Tisya: Ashora's mother, devoted wife of Amitrochates
- Leona: Ashora's elder sister, three years older than him. She is the second strongest person in the kingdom after their father and is renowned for her rare beauty
- Ikshita: The daughter of the army commander and Amitrochates's best friend. She shares her birthday with Ashora and is his childhood best friend. Ikshita will be the main female lead in this story, and her beauty is comparable to Leona's
- Osborne: The army commander and Ikshita's father
- Batili: The name of the medium-sized kingdom where the story takes place
- Androcottus: Ashora's grandfather and the founder of the Batili kingdom. Originally a slave sold by his parents to the previous cruel and tyrannical king, he trained as a warrior under his master. Seeking revenge against the previous king, he overthrew him and established the Batili kingdom. The royal family of the Batili kingdom is known as the Meaders.
### Power Systems:
**Magical Fantasy**: Every person is born with life energy, but only those who utilize it can perform magic that transcends physical capabilities, using mathematics as a guide. Magic can be used in two ways: through spells and spells, or with weapons. Those who use spells and incarnations are called mages, divided into nine tiers, while those who use magic with weapons are called knights, divided into five tiers. Mages rely on mana, while knights use aura.
**Weapons Blessed by Gods or Ancient Warrior Relics**: In a world shaped by divine beings, selected mortals are gifted with extraordinary powers, bestowed upon them by the deities themselves or by the forces of nature. The omnipotent powers of the gods are channeled into personalized weapons for these chosen few, as humans are incapable of directly wielding such immense power. The awakening into this divine inheritance typically occurs at the tender age of 12, during a sacred ceremony that marks the beginning of a chosen one's journey. However, in rare cases, individuals are deemed worthy of receiving the divine gift later in life, earning them the revered title of Holy Awakeners. For the warriors who transcend mortal limitations, their godly powers are enshrined within ancient relics known as warrior artifacts. These remarkable individuals, known as Keepers, are entrusted with the potential to elevate themselves beyond the boundaries of humanity itself.
**The New Power System from My Imagination: Will Manifestation**
Every living being is born with its consciousness, soul, and spirit. The concept of Will Manifestation arises from this. A mortal who realizes their soul and spirit is referred to as an "Awakener."
There are two ways to become an Awakener: 1. By achieving enlightenment. 2. Through a family bloodline: If someone is a Stage 2 Awakener or higher, their children, and subsequent generations will be born with awakened powers. However, they still need to achieve enlightenment to effectively use Will Manifestation. There are 7 stages of Will Manifestation:
1. **Root Circle/Adhara Point**
- **Location**: Base of the spine in the perineum (the space between the anus and genitals).
- **Element**: Earth
- **Awakening Color**: Red
- **Awakening Sign**: Varied, depending on the individual's will, soul, and spirit.
- An Awakener at this stage can feel energy in nature and utilize it within their body. They gain some control over their emotions and the five senses, resulting in a more intelligent mind. The awakening process of an Awakener depends greatly on their enlightenment, allowing them to become either a mage or a knight while being an Awakener.
2. **Sacral Point/Medhra Circle**
- **Location**: Lower abdomen
- **Element**: Water (the source of life)
- The Stage 2 enables the Awakener to better understand life and emotions.
- **Awakening Sign**: A six-petaled lotus flower appears upon reaching this stage.
- A Stage 2 Awakener can control their emotions and feelings such as pleasure, greed, sexuality, and amusement more effectively.
3. **Solar Plexus/Fire Center**
- **Location**: Level with the navel, a couple of fingers above the belly button.
- **Awakening Colors**: - Red: signifies ultimate potential to refine power. - Yellow: signifies sheer strength; the Awakeners' bodies become like steel, storing more natural power. - Blue: signifies calmness and superhuman intelligence, enhancing learning abilities.
- A Stage 3 Awakener balances their mind and heart, gaining control over 3 out of the 5 mortal senses. This stage symbolizes fire, where the Awakener understands and can manipulate the fire element and adds another energy center for storing natural energy.
- **Awakening Sign**: A triangle in the middle of eight circles upon reaching this stage.
- Stage 3 is the last before the divinity and secrets of heaven and earth begin to unfold.
4. **Heart Circle/Boundless Point**
- This point brings human beings closer to understanding divinity. It serves as a gateway to the inner self and higher consciousness.
- **Location**: The heart.
- Upon awakening this point, mages receive an additional energy source for magic, while knights can amplify their aura and use various weapons without needing physical ones.
- **Element**: Wind; understanding the wind element facilitates the use of natural power.
- A Stage 4 Awakener gains control over all 5 mortal senses and can manifest their soul as an avatar.
- **Awakening Color**: Green.
- **Awakening Sign**: A lotus flower with 12 petals, representing the 12 qualities of the heart, along with two intersecting triangles.
5. **Purity Circle**
- Beyond this stage, the Awakener's power depends solely on their enlightenment.
- Reaching Stage 5 purifies the mortal body, allowing it to unify with nature and control the five elements.
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- **Location**: Throat.
- **Element**: Space; a Stage 5 Awakener develops an understanding of space and its mechanics.
- The Awakener can create and control a specific area around them, which is recognized as their territory.
- **Awakening Sign**: A white circle with five purple triangles.
6. **The Third Eye**
- At this stage, mortals transcend mortality and enter the realm of demigods.
- The term that best describes Stage 6 is "To Command."
- The Awakener can control their body, mind, and soul at will, becoming impervious to illusion and worldly distractions.
- **Element**: Light.
- **Awakening Sign**: An eye-shaped circle with an inverted triangle in the center and two lotus petals on either side.
7. **Crown Circle/Infinity**
- **Location**: Top of the head within the cranium (cerebral cortex).
- This stage embodies divine awareness and cosmic consciousness, allowing the Awakener to control their connection to their soul and the universe.
- This framework outlines an imaginative power system based on self-realization, enlightenment, and mastery of various elements. It can control the mortal connection to its soul and spirit. It controls mortal senses of universal consciousness, wisdom, and unity. This stage is a door towards godhood. This stage is a source of life and vitality. This stage has no element associated with stage 7 Awakeners can control any of the elements; this stage is beyond the physical realm related to pure consciousness and transcends. This stage is a source of life and vitality. The awakening sign is a white and purple lotus with 1000 petals. Gods are born in 7 stages. Generally, a Stage 7 being can't stay in the mortal world but there are some exceptions. This is an overview and some explanations about the story of my novel. I hope you all like it.
Chapter 1: Birth of Ashora
The Birth of Ashora
The air in the royal palace buzzed with anticipation. Outside the queen’s chambers, Amitrochates, the ruler of Batili, paced restlessly. His mind raced with thoughts of his wife, Tisya, in labor. His hands clenched and unclenched, his brow furrowed in concern. Inside, the sounds of the midwives' hushed voices and Tisya’s labored breaths barely reached him, but it was enough to feed his anxiety.
Suddenly, a small figure darted toward him—his daughter, Leona, her golden curls bouncing as she ran. Her innocent eyes were wide with concern, her tiny hands gripping his trousers.
“Father, how is mother? And the baby?” Leona’s voice trembled slightly as she looked up at him.
Amitrochates’ heart softened at the sight of his little girl. She had always had a way of cutting through the tension in the air with her bright innocence. Kneeling down to her level, he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“Everything is fine, Leona,” he said with a warm smile. “Your mother is strong, and the baby is on his way. We’ll meet him soon.”
Just as he finished speaking, a maid hurried into view, her face lit with news. “Your Majesty, the queen has given birth to a son.”
Amitrochates’ heart skipped a beat. His joy was immediate and overwhelming, but there was no time to waste. “Thank you,” he murmured, then turned to Leona. “Come, little one, let’s go meet your brother.”
He strode into the room where Tisya sat, her face glowing with joy despite the exhaustion. She cradled their newborn son in her arms, his tiny fingers grasping at the air as if seeking comfort. Amitrochates approached, kneeling beside her, his heart full of gratitude.
“I can never thank you enough, Tisya,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.
Tisya smiled, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the child. “He is a gift, Amitrochates. Our gift.”
With gentle hands, Amitrochates lifted the baby into his arms, his eyes shining with pride. The infant’s delicate features reminded him of his own childhood, of the legacy he was now bound to protect. He turned to a servant nearby. “Bring gold and jewelry. Give them to all the maids and servants.”
A few moments later, the servant returned, his arms full of glittering treasures. Amitrochates instructed the servant to distribute them throughout the palace, his heart swelling with the joy of the moment. He was not only a king, but a father again.
As the excitement settled, little Leona climbed onto the bed beside her mother, her curiosity lighting up her face. “Can I hold him, Mama?”
Tisya’s smile grew tender. “Of course, my dear.” Gently, she handed the baby to her daughter.
Leona’s face lit up as she held the newborn, her small hands careful but eager. She leaned down and kissed her brother’s forehead, her voice a soft vow. “I’ll protect you from anything, little one. I promise.”
The warmth of the family moment was interrupted by the arrival of more news. A maid rushed in, breathless. “Your Majesty, Army Commander Osborne’s wife has given birth to a daughter.”
Amitrochates and Tisya exchanged delighted glances. Osborne, the childhood friend of the king and the chief of Batili’s army, had always been a loyal ally. This was a joyous occasion for both families. Amitrochates, grinning from ear to ear, declared, “A grand celebration and banquet will be held tonight! Let the kingdom rejoice!”
That evening, the royal halls were alive with laughter, music, and dancing. The air was thick with the scents of rich food and sweet wine. Guests filled the hall, their faces glowing with the shared joy of the occasion.
Amidst the revelry, an elderly man entered, capturing the attention of the young Leona. She hurried over to him, her eyes wide with awe.
Amitrochates stood and made his way toward the old man. The crowd parted as he approached. “Father,” he said, his voice warm with reverence. The elderly man, Androcottus, the former king of Batili and Amitrochates’ father, smiled with a mixture of pride and love. He had raised his son to be a ruler, and now he was witnessing the next generation.
Androcottus took the newborn from his son’s arms, his hands trembling slightly as he cradled his grandson. “What a fine child,” he murmured, gazing down at the baby with tears glistening in his eyes.
With a gentle sigh, Androcottus returned the child to Tisya. “I shall leave you now,” he said, his voice rich with emotion. “May you all cherish this moment.”
The following day, the royal court gathered in full assembly. Amitrochates sat on his throne, his newborn son nestled in his arms, while Tisya held Leona on her lap. The ministers and advisors filled the room, but one figure stood out above the rest—Osborne, sitting proudly beside his wife, holding their newborn daughter. Androcottus took his place by the king’s side, a silent presence, yet one that carried the weight of history.
The ministers rose in respect, offering congratulations. Amitrochates’ chest swelled with pride. He had a son, a daughter, and the support of those he cherished most.
an old man entered the royal court, leaning on a stick. Upon seeing him, all the ministers, including the king and Androcottus, stood up. Even Tisya began to rise, but he gestured for her to remain seated. The old man then instructed the ministers and the king to sit down.
The elderly gentleman was none other than the esteemed master of Androcottus, Aratha. Aratha was the most respected man in the Batili Kingdom and one of the most influential figures on the continent. He was the one who trained Androcottus and helped him ascend to the throne
Aratha entered, his eyes sharp despite his age. He had shaped the kingdom, molded its rulers, and now, he was here to witness another moment in Batili’s storied history.
With great reverence, Androcottus approached Aratha. “Master, will you name my grandson?”
Aratha smiled, his eyes twinkling with the wisdom of ages. “Why not?” He turned to face the newborn, cradling the child with great care. A smile crept onto his weathered face as he spoke. “This child was born at a time when all the stars were aligned in a single line. His face resembles that of a lion, and his soul will reflect the qualities of a leader. His name will be Ashora.”
The ministers murmured their congratulations, and the room filled with a sense of wonder. Ashora—born under such auspicious circumstances—would be a prince of great destiny.
At that moment, Aratha expresses his desire to also name Osborne's daughter on the occasion. Osborne gives his daughter into Aratha's hands.
Aratha said, "This child will be a genius, and her desires will be very strong. Her name will be 'Ikshita'."
In the vast, ethereal expanse of the heavenly realm, an unsettling disturbance rippled through the tranquil atmosphere. The air, normally thick with serenity and divine order, now crackled with tension. At the heart of the realm, within the sacred halls of the gods, a single angel materialized before the divine assembly. His wings were disheveled, his eyes wide with panic, his breath shallow with urgency.
“A grave mistake has occurred,” the angel exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. His words were heavy, laden with dread, as if they carried the weight of the cosmos itself.
The gods, seated in their eternal council, turned their gaze upon him. Among them, the Goddess of Fertility—radiant, her aura of life shimmering like the sun—rose to her feet. Her brow furrowed with curiosity. “What error has taken place?” she inquired, her tone measured, though the faintest tremor betrayed her concern.
The angel’s wings fluttered nervously as he responded, his voice a whisper of distress. “A being that was meant to be born in the heavenly realm has instead been born in the mortal world.”
A stunned silence fell over the assembly. The gods exchanged uncertain glances, each one processing the gravity of the claim.
The Goddess of Fertility, known for her connection to the cycles of birth and creation, did not believe it at first. Her powers had never failed her, and such a mistake seemed impossible. Still, doubt gnawed at her, and she closed her eyes, reaching out with her divine senses to seek the truth.
Moments passed. The goddess's breath caught in her throat. The vision before her was undeniable. There, in the mortal world, she saw the face of the child—his features as clear as a reflection in water. His eyes shone with a light not of this realm, an unmistakable spark of divinity hidden within the innocence of a newborn’s gaze.
The other gods, noticing her shock, gathered around her, their eyes filled with curiosity. They waited for her to speak, but the Goddess of Fertility remained silent, her mind racing with the implications of what she had witnessed. The air around her seemed to shimmer with tension as her lips parted, yet no words emerged.
Instead, the goddess fell to her knees, raising her hands toward the heavens in a prayer so powerful that it resonated throughout the entire realm. Her voice, soft yet commanding, echoed across the heavens, weaving through the strands of creation itself. As she prayed, the entire heavenly realm trembled, bathed in a radiant golden light that seemed to pulse with the force of a thousand suns.
The gods, overwhelmed by the divine power emanating from her prayer, lowered their heads in reverence. The golden light bathed the entire realm, its brilliance so intense that it cast even the gods in shadows. It was as if the heavens themselves had come alive, reacting to the urgency of the moment.
When the prayer ceased, and the light faded, the Goddess of Fertility rose to her feet, her face solemn, her heart heavy with the weight of divine knowledge. She turned toward the other gods, her voice steady but filled with concern.
“Almighty,” she said, her eyes searching the skies for answers, “What is happening in the mortal realm? Why has a being destined for the heavenly realm been born among them?”
A deep, resonant voice—a voice that seemed to echo from the very core of the universe—answered her question. “I understand your concern, my child. This is not an error, but part of a greater plan, one beyond your comprehension.”
You must guide that child when he strays from his path."
As the golden light faded, the gods began to discuss how to follow the Almighty's decree, resolving to take action without worrying about the future.
In this desolate place, lava surrounded everything while the sky above was pitch black. Souls were being tortured relentlessly. Inside a room, a dark figure materialized and spoke, "Almighty, what plans are you formulating