Something is falling.
A mistake.
Or a tragedy.
It keeps falling.
A creature with two wings, descending endlessly.
"How… how did this happen?"
Its voice trembles with sorrow. "I was supposed to be there."
Still falling.
Two thousand years.
That is how long it has been since the fall began.
From heaven.
There is no ground below. No end in sight. Only descent.
Through this fall, the creature has seen every universe God allowed to exist, every form of creation reflected in its cursed eyes.
But now—
It hurts.
Wings burn. Power drains away.
The heart was already in flames long before this began.
"All this pain… all this suffering," it whispers.
"For such a small mistake…"
Heaven is gone.
Perhaps what lies below is hell.
It doesn't matter.
"I just want it to stop," the creature murmurs. "Anywhere… hell, darkness… just let it end."
Fear once ruled it.
Now there is only pain.
"But it will end," it says. "I know it will."
Its eyes open slowly.
"All heavens," it swears. "All creation, hear my agony.
This will be the last you hear of my fall."
Rage ignites.
"My end may be my beginning.
But all I know is this—"
"I am still falling."
And it hurts.
The sky split open that night.
At first, it was only a strange glimmer—like starlight spilling too close to the earth. Then a shape emerged from the heavens.
"Is that… something in the sky?" someone whispered.
"It's flying—no—"
"It's falling!"
Wings. Vast white wings, blazing brighter than fire.
"An angel…?"
Then came the Tablets.
Gigantic stone slabs followed the falling figure, burning with golden runes.
"They're crashing! Get back!"
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
The earth screamed. Mountains shattered. Seas boiled. Forests burned to ash.
"The world is dying!" someone cried.
Then—
The fire faded.
From blackened soil, life surged forth. Rivers carved new paths. Forests bloomed. Mountains rose where none had stood before.
"It's rebuilding itself…"
People fell to their knees.
"The Tablets," a voice whispered. "They're doing this."
Buried deep beneath the earth, the stones glowed faintly.
"They are not writing," the voice said. "They are Commands."
"Speak them—and the world obeys."
Thus, the age of Codes began.
"Mary! Mary, look!"
The cry pierced the silence.
"It's a baby," the midwife said breathlessly. "A beautiful baby."
"Give him to me," Mary whispered.
The child was placed in her arms.
She kissed his forehead.
"He smiled," she said softly. "Look… he smiled."
The midwife hesitated. "There's something else. He never cried. Not once."
She lowered her voice.
"And that mark… it's glowing."
Mary looked down at the faint symbol shining on her child's body.
"He's special," she murmured. "My baby… my Solomon."
The glow pulsed once.
"Thousands of years after the fall, in the kingdom of Koha…"
Koha – The Heaven Between Three Mountains.
Second Great war of three nations had ended,and Koha was victorious in defeating all other three nations and becoming one of the other great nations by forcing one nation to quit.
The palace of Koha stood proud beneath starlight, its towers shining like spears of marble. But within its golden chambers, cries of pain echoed.
The queen was in labor.
A child's first cry pierced the night.
"It's a boy!" a servant exclaimed, rushing to present the newborn.
The high priest stepped forward, his hands trembling as he prepared to read the markings every child of Koha bore. But the moment he unwrapped the infant's blanket, his face froze.
"Bring him here—wait…"
The queen, pale and drenched in sweat, asked weakly, "What's wrong?"
The priest swallowed. "He has… no Code."
The chamber fell silent.
King Yami rose from his throne, eyes dark. "What?!"
"No mark. Nothing. Not even a single line," the priest stammered.
"That's not possible," the queen whispered.
"Wait… there is something," the priest said suddenly, turning the child.
On the right side of the infant's chest, a strange symbol stared back. Not a rune. Not a Code.
"Eyes," the king muttered. "Two eyes. They… stare at me."
"This is no ordinary mark," the priest whispered, stepping back in fear.
The queen clutched her child tighter. "He's still ours."
King Yami's expression hardened. "He must be hidden. Seal it. Say nothing to the people."
That night, a child without a Code was born into Koha. And with him, a secret that could shatter the kingdom.
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Elsewhere – The Same Night
Far from the palace, in a humble cottage, another boy was born.
"He's beautiful," a woman whispered, rocking her newborn.
"What should we call him?" her husband asked.
"He'll have a simple life. A strong life."
The man lifted the child's hand. A symbol (2)burned faintly across his skin. "He already has a Code. On his hand."
The woman's eyes softened. "He's special. I can feel it."
Two boys. Two fates. Born under the same stars.
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Five Months Later – Koha
The queen gave birth again.
"It's another son," the priest announced with joy.
This time, the Code blazed upon the infant's body like a miniature sun.
"This child is blessed," the priest declared.
King Yami's lips curved into a rare smile. "He will be Koha's future."
"And the first child?" the priest asked quietly.
The king's voice grew cold. "He must remain in shadow."