Prologue
"…il…"
"Jasil…"
"Wake up..."
A voice from the darkness echoes throughout the empty void that is space. As her eyes stay closed, Jasil replies to the familiar voice. "What is it, my king?" She asked as her body descended deeper into the dark, slowly but surely. "It's time that I introduce you to the world I've created, my goddess." Her eyes fluttered open, as she acknowledged the voice as King Solomon.
As her eyes opened, light poured upon her, causing her to squint. She blinked rapidly until her vision cleared, and looked upon the light that is the source of "god". The Rukh fluttered and spun around in a blinding white light, engulfing a single figure. "And what is it that you wish for me to do on this world?"
As she asked, the figure grew closer and closer, until Solomon was completely visible in her eyes. He laughed and smiled. "I want you to help me save this world. The kindness and love you instilled inside of me, I want you to show it to that world. As of now, it's filled with hatred and war."
Solomon's face slowly shed its smile, his eyebrows furrowing as he began to frown. "The world that my friends and I worked so hard to bring into life-" He paused for a moment, leaning his head back and closing his eyes for a brief second, before looking back into Jasil's pure, light blue glistening eyes. "I want you to help me- No. Help my son and his companions save this world." His eyes were filled with passion, and his intentions pure.
Seeing this, Jasil smiled. She had always loved every one of her creations, but Solomon was her favorite. The kind and respected ruler of Alma-Torran gazed upon her, his creator. Jasil wasn't just the creator of Solomon; she was the creator of the worlds- All of them. During his time with the Rukh, Solomon met Jasil, and began to look at her as he would a mother.
Smiling, Jasil glided forward, taking Solomon's hands in hers. "If that is what you wish, but I will not go in this form." She said, reaching to her glowing silver hair, and pulling three strands from it. She lifted her hand, in which the hair laid upon, and blew on it. As it flew, it began to morph and change, taking shape and figure until a small child, mirroring the image of Jasil stood in front of them.
Solomon smiled, looking to Jasil as she spoke. "She will have all of my power, my love, but she will have your dreams, your aspirations and hopes." The Child looked upon them, her purple eyes wide with wonder. Solomon laid his head atop her head and ruffled her hair. "Listen well Jasil, when you go to this world, you will meet many people, I want you to help as many of them as you can, okay? But," He paused, looking back at Jasil.
She nodded in compliance, as if knowing what he wanted to say before he said it. His gaze returned to the Child, growing serious as he took his hand in hers. "I do not want you to tell anyone about this mission. I wish for you to keep your true intentions a secret, okay?" The child smiled, leaning forward and pulling on Solomon's cheeks.
"Turn that frown, upside down!" She giggled. "Don't worry mister, I won't tell anyone! It's a secret, just between the three of us!" The child gripped his hand and promised. Jasil looked down upon the child with a sweet smile. "I will grant you my name. Remember who you are always, Jasil."
Behind them, an 8-star circle formed, and after a moment, a clear picture of the blue seas formed in the circle. The child gasped in awe of the beauty. "Wow! It's so beautiful!" she laughed and ran to the teleportation circle, but stopped just before entering. She spun around, smiling back at the both of them. "Don't you worry! I'll be sure to keep your world safe!" She backed into the circle, smiling and waving. King Solomon and Jasil returned the smile, waving as she departed into the world Solomon and his companion Ugo had created.
