High Powers

The cold wind swept across the shattered land. Jagged mountains stood like silent guardians around a vast valley of ruins. In the middle of it all, a young traveler named Aren stood still, his cloak flapping in the night breeze. Above him, the sky was alive — a swirl of stars, purple clouds, and a giant glowing ring spinning like a portal to another world.

Aren tilted his head back, eyes wide with awe. From the center of the glowing ring, a beam of light shot down straight into him. He could feel it — pure energy rushing through his veins, warming his body, lifting his heart. It was the moment he had been waiting for all his life.

For years, the people of Aren’s village spoke of the High Powers — ancient forces that lived beyond the stars, forces that chose rare souls to carry their gifts. These powers were said to awaken only when the world needed saving.

Now, Aren understood. The stories were real. And he had been chosen.

The Call to the Higher Realm

Aren had lived an ordinary life — working in the fields, helping his father, dreaming under the endless skies. But there had always been a quiet voice inside him, whispering that he was meant for something greater. When he turned eighteen, the village elder handed him an old map, its ink faded by time. "Follow this path," the elder said, "and find your destiny."

The path had not been easy. Aren crossed burning deserts, climbed frozen peaks, and wandered through forests where the trees whispered secrets. Every step tested his courage. Every night, dreams of the stars called him forward.

Now, here he was, standing in the Valley of Echoes, beneath the ring of cosmic fire. The ground trembled slightly. Energy patterns danced around him — shapes and symbols he could not understand but felt deep inside his heart.

He heard a voice, powerful yet gentle, speak without words:

"You are ready."

The Awakening of Mystical Powers

Suddenly, Aren's body lifted a few inches off the ground. His hands glowed with a soft blue light. A thousand memories not his own rushed into his mind — visions of ancient warriors, wise sages, and mighty kingdoms that had risen and fallen. He understood: the High Powers were not just energy; they were the wisdom of countless worlds.

Aren felt stronger. His senses sharpened. He could hear the heartbeat of the earth, the song of the stars. He could see the past and feel the future.

In that moment, he knew his purpose. Dark forces were gathering beyond the mountains — an ancient evil long forgotten. The world would soon fall into chaos if no one stood against it.

Aren was no longer just a farm boy. He was a Guardian of the High Powers.

The Cosmic Destiny

As the beam faded, Aren dropped gently back to the ground. He looked at his hands — still glowing softly. The sky above him was calming, the ring of light slowly disappearing into the heavens.

But Aren felt no fear. The energy remained inside him. He turned and started walking back through the valley, his steps confident, his heart filled with purpose.

He was not alone. The High Powers walked with him now.

The Journey Continues

News spread quickly once Aren returned to the village. At first, the people were afraid. Some bowed to him, thinking he was a god. Others whispered that he was cursed. But Aren stayed kind and patient. He helped the sick. He rebuilt broken homes with just a touch. He used his powers not for glory but for healing and protection.

Soon, many from distant lands came seeking him — knights, scholars, even kings. They asked for guidance, for blessings, for hope. Aren gave freely, teaching them that true power was not in magic or strength, but in kindness, wisdom, and courage.

But Aren knew his journey was far from over. The dark forces he saw in his visions were moving. And when the time came, he would have to leave again — to face the darkness, to protect the light.

Under the same stars, he once dreamed beneath, Aren made a promise:

"I will honor the gift of the High Powers. I will stand between the world and its fall. I will be the light in the endless night."

And with that, his legend began