Prologue: The Eternal Struggle

Before time was counted, before stars named themselves, there were the First People — beings forged from the purest vibration of the Source. They were guardians of balance, masters of realms, and keepers of ancient truths. Among them stood Shakka, a warrior priest whose soul burned with the fire of suns and whose wisdom carried the weight of countless worlds.

But the harmony they protected was shattered.

Foreign forces from distant corners of the universe, driven by hunger for power and dominion, spread across realms like a sickness. They colonized worlds, severed sacred bonds, and imprisoned whole peoples in chains both visible and unseen. Africa, the First Land, the mother of all, was wounded deepest.

The First People were scattered across time and dimension, their bloodlines hidden among stars, their knowledge buried in forgotten tongues. Yet, prophecy spoke of one who would rise — a child born in blood and sorrow, rejected by his own, yet destined to reunite the scattered and rekindle the ancient fire.

The child's name was Zimran.

And Shakka would be his guide.