Prologue – The Lost World (Fictional Version)

  The sky burned red.

  Missiles tore across the heavens like falling stars, screaming through the night before striking the earth with thunder. Cities that had stood for centuries crumbled in minutes, as if the world itself had turned against them. Flames rose high enough to touch the clouds, and the ground shook under the weight of destruction.

  This was not a normal war.

  It was the end of a civilization.

  Across the lands that had once been home to the faithful of the old order, chaos spread like wildfire. Nations that had once stood together were suddenly attacked from every direction. Armies appeared at their borders. Fleets surrounded their seas. Enemies struck without mercy.

  But the deepest wound came not from outside.

  It came from betrayal.

  Leaders who had sworn loyalty sold secrets. Defenses were revealed. cities were opened from within. The world watched in horror as kingdoms fell one by one, faster than anyone could believe. Temples and sacred halls, symbols of centuries of devotion, were destroyed. Libraries, filled with the accumulated knowledge of generations, turned to ash. Entire histories vanished.

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  Within a few short years, maps of the world were rewritten. Kingdoms that had once existed disappeared from memory. Their names faded into legend. And slowly, a lie began to spread—a lie repeated by powerful voices until it became truth for a new generation:

  "There was never a Faith of the One Above."

  "It is only a myth."

  The survivors were hunted, forced into hiding. Families burned their books to avoid suspicion. Parents stopped teaching their children the old rituals, fearing it would cost them their lives. Even whispered words became dangerous, carrying the weight of a forgotten devotion.

  The world moved on. Years passed. The ruins of once-great cities sank beneath sand and dust. What remained of the past became nothing more than forgotten stories whispered by the very old.

  But not everything was lost.

  In a quiet, broken house in a forgotten city, a man hid something precious before the war reached his door. He wrapped a book in cloth with careful hands, as if it were the most valuable treasure on earth. Because to him, it was.

  He placed it inside a wooden box, along with several other books and a map of a distant desert land, the secrets of a world the new generation would never know. Then he hid the box beneath the floorboards of his home.

  Before sealing it away, he whispered a prayer, his voice trembling but steady:

  "May the One Above guide the one who finds this… may they remember."

  Outside, the sound of war drew closer. The man closed the floor, hiding the truth beneath the wood and dust. Then he left, disappearing into the chaos, carrying only hope.

  Years later, when the world had almost forgotten everything, a fifteen-year-old boy named Sa’ir would stumble upon that box.

  And with it, the truth the world tried to erase.

  His journey would begin with a single question:

  "What is the Faith of the One Above?"