That night, the wind carried a whisper that humans could not understand.
The sky was overcast, but the rain did not fall. Gray clouds—with a pale purple tinge—hung low over an old wooden house on the outskirts of town. It was as if the sky was holding something that it was reluctant to release to the earth.
Inside the house, the cries of a baby echoed. But this was no ordinary cry—it was an ancient echo, an ancient sound that shook the boundary between light and dark, between heaven and earth.
Putra and Anna sat side by side on the wooden floor, tired but full of emotion. In their arms, the little creature writhed slowly. His eyes opened—clear, calm, reflecting the still night sky.
Putra, the last heir of the Guardians of the Eastern Sky—those who could control the vibrations of light. Anna, a descendant of the Shadow Summoners—explorers of the dream world. Their love was a violation of the laws of the sky. But from that violation... something was born that had never existed before.
The sky became still. The wind stopped. Even the leaves refused to tremble. In the midst of the hanging silence, the baby looked up—as if he knew something that the world had not yet had time to explain.
> "His name is... Bima," whispered Putra. "He is a hope… and a threat the world has not yet known."
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The Lonely Early Years
Bima grew up in that small wooden house—in the middle of rice fields, afternoon breezes, and legendary stories whispered before bed. The outside world knew nothing, but inside that house… a power slowly pulsed, rising.
At the age of two and a half years, strangeness began to appear.
Bima spoke to the wild cat, and the animal followed him like a friend. He drew symbols that no one had taught him—even Anna's old books didn't recognize them. He could predict rain just by looking at the twilight shadows. And when he smiled... sometimes the air around him vibrated gently, as if the earth was holding its breath.
Putra and Anna stared at each other in silence.
They knew, the miracle… had risen.
> "Hide yourself, child," whispered Anna one night. "The world is not ready to see who you really are."
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A Threat That Approaches
Six years old. The sky changes.
The night turns blood red. The wind carries a cold hiss that feels foreign, not from the earth. And the next morning—on the threshold of their house—an anonymous letter arrives.
One sentence.
> We know the child.
Putra understands immediately.
> "Time is up. We must go."
Anna's tears fall silently. The world is chasing them again. And the only way to save Bima… is to leave him.
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The Last Entrustment: South Brebes Village
That same night, they take Bima to Bando's house—Anna's uncle. A traveling meatball seller, simple, but big-hearted.
> "If it's for this child… I'm willing," Bando says softly. "I promise, I'll take care of him like my own flesh and blood."
But that house is not heaven.
Silah, Bando's wife, stares at Bima coldly. Nina, their child, felt her life was disturbed since the first night.
> "Why does she have to live here?"
"You're just an outcast," Nina whispered as she closed the bedroom door roughly.
Bima didn't reply. He just sat behind the small window, staring at the sky. Holding back the wounds… and the strength he didn't understand yet.
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Three Years of Silence and Endurance
Three years passed.
Bima learned to endure in silence. He helped Bando sell, wash dishes, sweep the yard. He studied alone in a small room, among used books and a roof that leaked when it rained.
He never complained. Never asked.
But the sky kept talking to him.
Sometimes, when the pressure of life was too deep, the air around him changed. Silence. Cold. Silent. And from his fingertips… a flash of blue light appeared. A flash. A flash. But enough to make Bando, who was peeking from behind the door… swallow his saliva.
> "That child… is not an ordinary child," he muttered.
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The Beginning of a New World
Now Bima is nine years old.
This morning he walked alone to Ceria Elementary School. Fourth grade. Used books in a shabby bag, and a blue crystal necklace around his neck—which always felt warm when the sky changed.
He didn't know yet... that the school gate was not just a gate to education.
It was a gate to another world.
A world that had been secretly... waiting for him for a long time.
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Chapter Closing Quote:
> "Some children are born from love. Others from destiny. But only a few... are born to change the course of the world."