(Part 1/7: On the Hill That Was Never the Same)
The second night of the camp had passed. The fog had not completely gone, and traces of the strange events that night were still etched in the minds of Bima and his friends.
But today… the hill called again. But not with a voice. But with… something deeper.
The orange sky was slowly swallowed by darkness. The dusk shifted, leaving dark red streaks on the horizon that would soon fade. The Gunung Kunci Hill stood in silence, as if saving its breath for something to come.
Bima stood frozen in the middle of the grass that swayed slowly in the wind. His chest was still rising and falling, adjusting his breath after his hurried steps from South Brebes Village. In his hand, the heirloom necklace hung limply, cold, and for some reason—heavy.
There was something in the silence. Not a voice, not a shadow. A subtle vibration crept from the ground to the soles of his feet, then spread to his heart.
Wasn't this just an ordinary hill?
However, the necklace… felt different. Bima closed his eyes for a moment. He heard the wind rustling—but in that rustling, it was as if there was a voice. A faint whisper, like calling from the ground or the sky—he wasn't sure.
> "Bima…"
His eyes opened wide. He looked around. There was no one.
The wind blew again. This time it was colder. Deeper.
He stepped forward unconsciously. The grass rustled softly around his calves, as if whispering with the wind. Then, at the top of the hill—a small light lit up. Not an ordinary light. The light vibrated, as if responding to his presence.
> "What is this…?"
Bima stared at the necklace. The stone in the middle glowed faintly. Milky white, but it pulsed like a heart. And at that moment, the ground beneath him vibrated slowly.
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(Part 2/7: The Light That Blooms from Within)
The ground beneath Bima's feet continued to vibrate, softly but surely. The vibrations were not frightening—instead, they felt like a greeting from something much older than time. Like the heartbeat of the earth that had been sleeping… and now awoken only because of his presence.
Bima swallowed. His eyes were fixed on the light in the center of the necklace, which now shone more clearly—resembling a heartbeat that was not in tune with his body, but with something broader.
> "This isn't a dream, is it…?"
Step by step, he approached the top of the hill, where the small light had been lit. Strangely, his body felt light, as if guided by an invisible force. The fog thinned around him, opening a path as if the hill itself was blessing his steps.
And when he reached the top—the world seemed to stop breathing.
In front of him, an old stone circle was embedded in the ground. Moss and roots had eaten away at it, but the carved lines on its surface were still clearly visible—circular and interconnected like ancient symbols. In the center of the circle, the white light that had been visible from a distance now formed a symbol… identical to the shape of Bima's heirloom necklace.
> This symbol… is exactly the same.
The necklace suddenly felt hot in his palm, as if responding to the presence of the symbol on the ground. Bima was pushed by something from within himself. He stepped into the stone circle, his knees shaking, but his steps were steady. As soon as his feet touched the center of the symbol—
WUUUUMMMMMM.
An explosion of light appeared without a sound. Wind swirled from all directions, creating a fine vortex around his body. The grass waved, the mist was slowly sucked into the center of the symbol, and the sky above him suddenly turned dark, like a sped-up night.
Bima couldn't move. The necklace—without him realizing it—floated slightly from his chest. The stone in the center shone even stronger, until the symbol on the ground also lit up. The milky white color spread from the center of the symbol to the carvings around it, forming a pattern of light that spread quickly to all corners of the hill.
> "What's going on?!"
Bima's voice was drowned out by the roar of the wind and the frenzied energy. But just as it all reached its peak—
Silence.
Like someone had pressed the silence button on the universe.
Bima fell to his knees. His breath was ragged, his chest tight. But his eyes—witnessed something he had never seen before. In front of him, from behind the glowing symbol on the ground, a faint shadow appeared. The figure was not fully visible. Like a shadow of light and mist, floating in the air.
> "Finally… you've come…"
His voice echoed, heavy, yet soft. The figure had no face, just a silhouette glowing with light. But the aura of his presence—as if shaking all that lived around the hill.
Bima wanted to speak, ask who he was. But his mouth couldn't open. His body was too weak, or perhaps too small to bear the meaning of this meeting.
The figure of light approached. Slowly, the glowing hand reached out, pointing towards Bima's heirloom necklace.
> "The legacy… is not yet complete. But your time has begun, Bima."
A moment later, the light exploded into a thousand particles, floating into the reddened night sky. The symbols on the ground went out, the wind died away, and the mist descended again—as if to cover up what had just happened.
Bima fell to his knees. His body was shaking, but his heart was filled with one thing: something had risen. And he… was part of a destiny greater than he had ever imagined.
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(Part 3/7: Shadows from the Heights)
The sky grew darker. The light that had previously pulsed from the necklace in Bima's hand slowly dimmed, as if he realized he was being watched. He stepped back unconsciously, his breath quickening, but his eyes did not leave the point of light that had briefly lit up at the top of the hill.
Then, from behind the trees in the distance, something moved. Not fast. Not slow either. But sure.
On a large rock jutting out onto the western slope, a pair of eyes stared silently. Those eyes did not belong to a human. Nor did they belong to an ordinary animal. He stood upright, his silhouette wrapped in the shadows of the night, but his gaze was sharp as if he was measuring. Measuring whether the figure down there was really... him.
Jaguar.
Not his real name. But that's how the old world knew him. Observer. Hunter. Guardian of a heritage that had been buried for thousands of years.
> "You finally appear..." he whispered almost silently, but the echo was felt between the branches and the fog.
His body didn't move, only his eyes followed Bima, who now looked confused alone in the middle of the hill. The necklace around the child's neck, the milky white stone that had once lit up—he recognized the symbol. Too good.
> "Inheritance of Light... after being away for so long, you chose that boy?"
Jaguar raised his palm slowly. A ring engraved with ancient symbols circled his middle finger. The symbol—if seen closely—looks like a piece of the symbol on Bima's stone necklace. The ring responded. Shiver. Throbbing.
> "Still not strong enough... but the pulse is real."
Another shadow appeared behind Jaguar. A hooded figure, his face hidden. But his voice was deep.
> "Is that really him?"
> "It's not certain yet," replied Jaguar quietly. "But… he heard the whisper."
> "Then we don't have much time."
Jaguar nodded slowly, then looked east. Clouds began to gather. The wind changed direction.
> "If he is truly the Heir, then the others… will also wake up soon."
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Part 4/7 – (Unfinished Conversation in the Air)
The Hill of Kunci Mountain was no longer calm.
The wind now carried a feeling. Not only cold, but also… pain. Like an old wound that had been opened, hanging in the air without direction.
Bima still stood frozen. The light from his necklace beat faster. His heart also raced, not knowing whether it was because of fear or… a calling.
> "Bima…"
The voice was heard again—clearer than before.
> "Not just you. This inheritance… has chosen more than one."
Bima was shocked. The voice did not come from inside his head. Someone—or something—spoke directly from behind the air.
> "Who are you?"
"What do you mean more than one?" Bima asked, trying to be strong.
> "The inheritance is not for one hand only. But one destiny, and many paths."
"Your inheritance… is just the beginning."
Suddenly, the ground in front of Bima split open slowly. Not an earthquake crack—but like a smooth portal glowing with dark blue light, and from within emerged the figure of a white bird. Not an ordinary bird. Its eyes were burning, its feathers glowing like morning light.
> "It…" Bima held his breath. "The bird from the dream…"
The bird did not answer. It flew low around Bima, then turned to the sky, darting north. Just before it disappeared, a large black wolf appeared from the side of the hill—from the opposite direction.
Bima instinctively stepped back. But the wolf did not attack.
> "You're too early to come here," came another voice—heavy and sharp, like steel scraping stone.
From behind the mist, the figure of a man in a dark robe emerged. His face was half-covered, but there was a calculating look in his eyes.
> "Who are you?" Bima asked firmly, though trembling.
> "I am a guard. I am not your enemy. But it is not your time to know everything."
> "Wait! What do you mean by this inheritance? Who chose? Why did this hill change?"
The man stared at Bima for a long time, before finally saying:
> "You haven't seen what really happened… in the past."
Suddenly, from Bima's necklace, a white light exploded silently. And before he could ask further, the world around him… changed.
The grass, the fog, the wind—all disappeared. Replaced by a barren, scorched land, a dark sky full of ash, and the sound of screams from afar.
Bima stood alone on a strange plain, like a projection from a dark past.
> "What is this…?" he whispered softly.
Then, two other voices emerged from behind the fog of the projection:
> "Bima?! You're here too?!"
It was Riko and Lina's voices.
They appeared from the left side of the projection, as if sucked in from nowhere. Their faces were panicked, confused, and scared.
> "How did we get to… this place?" said Riko.
> "I... I was just following you to the hills, then suddenly—"
"This is not our world anymore," Bima interrupted, his tone low.
The ground beneath their feet began to pulsate. Like a vein rising from within the earth.
Then, the sky tore.
Not an explosion. But a glass-like crack opened overhead, revealing a space no human should see.
A light fell slowly, but not a calming light—but one that made the hairs on the back of my neck tingle.
> "Bima…" whispered Lina, scared.
"Are… we still in the world?"
No.
What they saw next... was an ancient battlefield.
The ground they stepped on turned into black soil full of wounds. Giant trees rooted from the sky—and in the center, Kalpavarna rose.
The tree is alive. Lit from within. And from its trunk, thousands of streams of light flowed in all directions—connecting to unknown flora and fauna. The majestic fauna with glowing eyes and bodies that seemed to be composed of the elements of the universe: stone, fire, air, even light.
> "They…" Bima muttered.
"These creatures… I feel like I've seen them in a dream."
Across the way, demons, genies, shaiton, and ancient dark creatures appeared. Their forms were strange, defying logic. Some were like living mist, some had steel skin and breathed black smoke.
The battle was taking place before their eyes. But this was not just a physical war.
The air was full of slicing energy.
The ground radiated a pressure that suffocated the chest.
The screams were not only heard… but felt—soul-sore.
> "Aaaaargghh!" Riko knelt down while holding his head.
"My head… these voices… are cutting from the inside!"
"Don't look at their eyes!" Bima shouted while pulling Lina.
"They can enter your mind!"
Lina cried. Her eyes were red, not because of dust, but as if they were… changing.
> "Bima... help me..."
Bima clutched his heirloom necklace. White light flashed violently and created a small shield around the three of them. But the shield cracked little by little.
Then, from the middle of the battlefield, a voice echoed:
> "Inheritance has witnessed the past. Now is the time to choose a direction."
The voice came from Kalpavarna.
And with that, Bima's eyes suddenly widened—as if he saw something from his own blood, something that had not yet awakened… but was already alive within him.
Fade out—blinding light swallowed everything.
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Part 5: Forgotten War, Living Blood
The blinding light vanished in an instant. Silence.
But it wasn't a peaceful silence—it was a thick silence. Cold. Heavy. Like the earth had stopped breathing.
Bima stumbled backward, but his feet didn't touch the ground. He was now standing—or floating?—in the middle of a dimension that couldn't be explained by human logic. The sky above him was like shards of glass the color of blood and embers. The ground beneath him was cracked, red, and alive… like a giant, screaming vein.
> "...Riko? Lina?" he whispered softly, almost inaudibly.
Suddenly, two shadows appeared from behind the red mist.
> "Bi… Bima? Where are we? This… this isn't the hill from earlier, right?" Lina's voice was trembling.
Riko looked around, his jaw clenched. "Is this some kind of… illusion? But why can I feel the heat right down to my bones?"
Before Bima could answer, the ground in the distance cracked. From within the crack, a tree emerged. But this is no ordinary tree—this is Kalpavarna. But not in a peaceful form like in old books or legends, but an ancient form: towering into the sky, its branches striking like lightning, and its roots clawing at the ground like a giant monster.
> BOOOOOMMMM!!!
The heavens opened. Lightning flashed, and from above fell majestic creatures: winged lions with skin glistening with light, three-eyed firebirds, giant two-mouthed snakes, and human-like figures but shrouded in floral mist. They descended silently, but their aura slashed through reality.
On the other hand, creatures emerged from the dark: horned demons, black-eyed genies, wild creatures with tongues of fire and black blood. Their footsteps not only shook the ground, but shook reason. And they… charged at each other.
> "That… this isn't just a vision," Riko muttered, her body shaking. "We are in the middle of a battlefield…"
An explosion occurred near them. The ground split. Riko was thrown, Lina screamed. Bima tried to pull them away—but the light from his necklace flared up again, blocking the blast wave coming from the direction of the demonic creatures.
> "We can't be here!" Bima shouted.
But the voice was swallowed by the screams of the great creatures and the roars of the demons. In an instant, a majestic animal like a glowing wolf stood before Bima. Its eyes were sharp, but not hostile. It… stared deeply, as if it knew Bima.
> "You are one of us… the blood of Kalpavarna still flows in your veins."
The words were unspoken, but they sounded directly in his mind. Bima fell silent. His breath caught.
And then—a troop of demons saw them.
> "They… can see us!" Lina shouted.
"That means this isn't just an illusion! RUN!"
But it was too late. Several demons ran toward them. The red-eyed beast let out a ferocious shriek. The air suddenly became heavy, as if it had been pulled from his lungs. Riko tried to get up, but her knees were shaking.
> "Bima… your necklace! Whatever it is—ACTIVATE IT NOW!!"
Bima stared at the necklace on his chest. The milky white stone pulsed loudly. Once… twice… then a fine crack appeared on its surface—and…
WHUSSSSHH!!
A burst of light enveloped the three of them.
But it did not save them—it took them deeper into the center of the battlefield.
A place where the remains of Catty and Brody's ancestral blood were still embedded. A place where the war had never ended.
> "These are not just memories."
"This is a legacy."
Fade to black.
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Part 6: Unerased Traces
The night wind slowly crept through the gaps between the tall trees on the edge of the boundary dimension. There was no sound. There was no time. Only soft mist and dim light that slipped through the gaps of starlight that was almost dead.
From a distance, the silhouette of a man stood still. His long black robe waved lightly in the wind, and his sharp eyes stared straight at the sky that had just vibrated.
Jaguar.
He had long secluded himself behind the boundaries of the world, deciding not to interfere in human affairs. But at that moment… something changed.
> "Varaktama… has moved," he muttered.
Suddenly, a dim light from the horizon flashed—like an echo of the battlefield that had appeared earlier. Jaguar closed his eyes. He saw—not with his ordinary eyes, but with his sense of inheritance. The vague image of the battlefield that appeared before Bima… was clearly recorded in his mind.
The demon race. The guardian flora. The ancient fauna. And the symbol of Kalpavarna. All of them appeared in one burst of vision that shook his body.
> "That was no ordinary illusion… It was a blood projection," he whispered.
> "He has seen it…"
He took one step forward. The ground beneath Jaguar's feet cracked slowly, as if unable to withstand the pressure of the energy that was slowly rising from his body.
> "That child… is no ordinary human. He carries the pulse of Kalpavarna. A bloodline that even the rulers of the heavens fear."
Then suddenly, the shadows of two sacred beasts appeared behind his body: the silhouettes of a white cat with golden eyes and a wolf with silver wings—the ancestors of Catty and Brody who were now reborn, but did not yet know who they were.
> "The bloodline… is beginning to reconnect."
"The inheritance has begun."
He raised his hand. A small vortex of light formed in the air, reflecting the faces that had not yet been fully awakened: Catty, Brody… and Bima. They were all connected in a vortex of destiny that had yet to fully unfold itself.
> "They will not understand this now. But when the time comes…"
"The entire world will tremble."
Jaguar turned his head toward the final horizon. The scars of the battlefield still linger in the air. But only those with the pulse of Varaktama can feel it.
He smiled faintly.
> "We will meet again… heir."
Fade to black.
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Part 7: Invisible Wounds
Fog descended again on Mount Kunci Hill. But this time… it wasn't ordinary fog.
Bima fell to his knees amidst the grass that was starting to turn black at the tips. His breath was labored. It was cold. But not because of the night air—but something that was stabbing him from within.
The heirloom necklace on his chest was still throbbing, but now it felt like it was burning his skin. As if it was trying to enter his body.
> "A… Aaaarrgh!"
His screams echoed weakly. His body shook. But strangely, there were no visible wounds.
Lina and Riko ran from the bushes, their faces panicked.
> "Bima!" Lina shouted, holding his shoulder.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? You're shaking!" Riko said as he crouched down, his eyes staring at Bima's necklace that was glowing unnaturally.
> "Did… did you see that?" Bima's voice was weak.
"That war… those creatures…"
Lina and Riko looked at each other. Their faces were pale.
> "I… felt strange," Lina whispered. "Like… the world suddenly changed. But only for a few seconds. Then it disappeared."
> "I… saw a shadow… something big. A tree. Blood. Fire," Riko added. "But it wasn't clear. Like a nightmare."
Bima stared at them with dull eyes. He knew, they were also partly carried away in the projection. And that… could kill them if it lasted any longer.
Then, from Bima's right arm—a faint symbol began to appear. Like a glowing root, slowly wriggling from his skin to his shoulder. Lina covered her mouth. Riko took a step back.
> "Bro… what… is that?!"
Bima looked at his arm. The symbol wasn't just a wound. It was a sign of Kalpavarna—a sign that he had touched the core of Varaktama. But he wasn't ready to bear its burden.
> "I… I don't know… But… it felt… like someone had planted something inside me."
The sky began to rumble softly. The wind changed direction. Even the trees on the edge of the hill bowed slowly, as if paying respect to something unseen.
> "We have to get down from here," Lina said softly. "This place… is not an ordinary place."
> "No. I have to know why all this happened," Bima replied, his eyes staring into the distance. "I have to know… why I'm the only one who can see everything."
And at that very moment, from a distance—from behind the trees—two pairs of eyes watched them. One was gold. The other was silver.
They hadn't realized it yet. But Catty and Brody were already approaching.
> They… heard the call of the inheritance too.
"The sky has not answered all the mysteries of that night. But the earth… has whispered the answer to those who approach."
Fade to black.
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The Author's Complaint
Honestly, this story failed.
It didn't fail because it had no direction, but because the burden was too great to bear in one go. The author had tried to weave plot after plot with great precision, writing dozens of chapters and a complex world… but it all felt stretched, tiring, and debilitating.
There was a time when this manuscript became the author's own enemy.
Imagine, weaving a story while constantly doubting whether it was all worth reading. Doubting whether all the energy, all the sleepless nights, and all the scribbles behind the scenes would be accepted or even understood by anyone.
Until finally—the author stopped for a moment. Not to give up, but to change everything.
Not to throw away the old idea, but to reshape it into something deeper, stronger, and more honest. From there the new foundation of "Legacy of Two Worlds" was built. With a more focused foundation, more lively characters, and a world that slowly reveals its secrets.
This story may have been born from failure. But precisely from that failure, something more real was born.
And this time, the author will stand until the end—with Bima, with all of you.
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End of Chapter Quote
> "Not all vibrations are sounds.
Some are born from the soul,
and echo in the universe…"
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CHAPTER RANK: [VII - The Beginning of Fate Vibration]
Level Rank: E3 - Contact Fragment
This level indicates that the main character has come into contact with traces of Varaktama's power for the first time, although it is still far from mastering it.
> Beneath the soundless sky,
at the point where the earth touches the spirit,
a pulse is born from what was once forgotten—
not magic, not prayer—
but the remaining echo of an unfinished war.
They call it… Varaktama.
> But not everyone can hear that echo.
Only those whose hearts have been broken,
and still choose to rise.
CHAPTER RANK SYSTEM
Work: BIMA: Warisan Dua Dunia
Basic (500 – 900 words)
Light chapter, introduction, or quick transition.
Elite (1,000 – 2,400 words)
Chapters with a denser plot and narrative.
Special (2,500 – 3,200 words)
Chapters with conflict, emotion, or introduction of important elements.
Epic (3,300 – 5,000 words)
Climax chapter, turning point, or major event.
Legend (5,500 – 10,000 words)
The peak chapter. Extraordinary action, secrets revealed, history revealed.
Mythic (10,500+ words)
Holy chapter. Monumental moments that change the course of the world, open the veil of the universe, and only appear at the most critical points.
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Copying, quoting, or reproducing without permission is prohibited.
All names, places, and events are fictitious and not related to the real world.
The author has the right to revise and develop the story over time.
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STATUS OF THE WORK
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