In the quiet, humble village nestled among rolling hills, the sound of laughter carried through the air, mixing with the scent of freshly baked bread. The people were simple, content with their lives, and for them, the world beyond their village was a distant, almost forgotten dream. Yet, within the heart of this village, a child was born under the shroud of mystery. His name was Ashan.
Unlike the other children, Ashan never quite fit in. There was an air of quiet unease around him, a sense that he didn't belong to this world, as though something ancient stirred within his soul. The villagers saw him grow, watched him play and learn, but there was always something different about him. His eyes, the color of deep twilight, often seemed to gaze into distant places, as though seeing things that were not there.
He was not like others, and though the villagers whispered behind his back, they cared for him. Yet, Ashan always felt a deeper longing—something that pulled him, an unknown force that gnawed at his very being.
The truth was, Ashan was not like the others because he wasn't truly one of them. He was a fragment, a piece of a being far older, far more powerful than anything the world had ever known. His true essence, still fragmented and hidden within the core of his being, was that of Aethernul, a powerful entity that transcended the limits of time and space. Aethernul had fractured itself, sending pieces of its soul into different realms, and Ashan was one such fragment, hidden in plain sight. Yet, these memories were sealed within him, forgotten by both him and the world around him.
As Ashan grew older, his innate abilities began to emerge—slowly at first, like the first rays of dawn breaking through the horizon. He could sense things others could not: distant echoes of thoughts, flashes of images that felt like glimpses of another world.