In deep space, the battlecruiser Yggdrasil hovered above the planet Elaris.
From orbit, the planet looked like a living jewel—blue oceans, sprawling green landscapes, glittering cities, and sun-drenched deserts. Satellites orbited quietly, transmitting signals of science, commerce, and art. On the surface, skyscrapers hummed with solar energy, maglev trains zipped between green-roofed cities, and people communicated through sleek devices, immersed in a digital web of knowledge and connection.
Life on Elaris was not utopian, but it was balanced. Governments, while imperfect, were cooperative. Nations shared data on climate and disease. Conflicts still existed, but diplomacy reigned over war. Technology had become a tool for progress, not conquest.
And the people—diverse, curious, resilient—had no idea that above them, a force from beyond the stars prepared to strike.
The Zevarin gathered within the Yggdrasil, surrounding the Vael'Kora, a living, thinking power core—ancient and intelligent. It was both engine and overlord, the mind behind the empire. It pulsed with the knowledge of countless worlds consumed.
The Zevarin were tall, horned beings, armored in living plates that shifted and pulsed with organic circuitry. For centuries, they had swept through the stars, conquering advanced civilizations and turning technology into tools of obedience.
Now, they looked to Elaris.
"Its power grid spans the planet," murmured a commander.
"Unprotected by planetary defenses," added another.
"We could turn their entire infrastructure into a siphon," Vexir concluded.
High Lord Vexir raised his hand.
"We begin the transformation at dawn. In one moon cycle, this world will belong to us."
They did not expect dissent.
But Kaz did not raise his hand.
He had once been a weapon, forged for silence and precision. Nicknamed The Silent Fang, he completed missions with surgical lethality. Cities fell because of him. Resistance leaders vanished in the dark. But somewhere between the stars and blood, he changed.
He had seen the aftermath: scorched biospheres, broken orbital rings, cities turned into fuel depots. He began to question why they conquered at all.
Then he intercepted transmissions from Elaris: news broadcasts, music festivals, children's science, the way they have fun with out a care in the world,but he was more interested the food and drinks they make becausethey have a visual tantalising look and was very mich curiousto taste it . He saw that while there were bad people who only looked out for themselves there were also those who loved and cared for each other.so he saw hope in himself
It wasn't just beauty. It was promise. Elaris didn't need to be reformed. It needed to be left alone.
That night, Kaz made a choice that no Zevarin ever had.
He walked alone through the dark halls of the ship, bypassing guards and defenses. At the Vael'Kora chamber, he severed its primary conduits. The core shrieked—its living code unraveling. Systems failed. Chaos erupted.
Kaz fled in an escape pod, with a fragment of the broken Vael'Kora embedded into his armor.
As he escaped, Vexir's eyes met his across flame and ruin.
Crash Landing – Northern Elaris
Kaz's pod hurtled through Elaris' atmosphere, tracked briefly by local satellites before disappearing. It crashed deep in the northern continent, in a biome-rich preserve filled with engineered flora—part wilderness, part research reserve.
Injured and exhausted, Kaz emerged. He activated his cloaking tech, adjusting his body structure. He became shorter, flesh-toned, with warm amber eyes. A perfect match for Elarin physiology.
He walked the roads, blending among people in towns powered by wind turbines and solar panels. Electric bikes passed him by. Digital ads flickered on street corners, displaying poetry contests and citizen science projects.
He watched. Listened. And something within him softened.
He arrived in a small town—one of Elaris' low-impact communes, where people lived simple life of farming
And everyone commune together nothing fancy though still celebrated the changing seasons.
When he collapsed from his wounds, a local blacksmith named Serin and his wife Lira found him. Although they didn't know who it was that didn't stop the from helping him.
A New Kind of Life
Kaz stayed. Not just because of his injuries, but because of what he saw in these people: ingenuity without arrogance, kindness without expectation.
He helped with farming even going as far as to engineer machinery that would make it easier. Worked the fields using plows. And he learned—how humans thought, how they loved, how they chose peace even when fear would have been easier.
During a solar storm season—when auroras danced across the sky —Lira gave birth to a child.
That night, Kaz stood under the shimmering light, watching the child cry its first breath.But in his heart he knew what was coming and decided to take action
He implanted a fragment of the broken Vael'Kora into the baby's body. It merged harmlessly, invisibly. Kaz believed it would be a gift—knowledge, strength, or maybe something more. A safeguard for the world he had come to love.
The Diverged
Kaz did not anticipate what the fusion would spark.
The broken Vael'Kora leaked energy that resonated through Elaris' interconnected systems—its satellites, power grids, communication webs. Bioelectric harmonics surged subtly across the planet.
Children born during that season changed.Children with different abilities People called them Mutant
The world adapted quickly. Scientists studied them. They weren't feared—but their origin was unknown.
The Attack
Three years passed.
Then the Zevarin came again—this time in silence. Stealth dropships breached orbit and deployed Vexir's elite hunters.
They struck in the dead of night. Towns went dark. Networks collapsed. Fires spread through the commune.
Kaz became The Silent Fang again. His Zevarin form re-emerged in battle—tall, glowing, wrathful. He tore through his attackers with precision and fury. But he could not save everyone.
By the time he reached the house, Serin and Lira were gone—protecting their child to the end.
He knelt before their remains. The child cried, sensing the truth without knowing the words.
Kaz picked him up and whispered:
"I'll protect you. And one day, you'll protect them."
Then they vanished into the dark, beyond satellites and tracking drones, into the hidden corners of Elaris.
The Beginning of a New Story
A renegade alien hiding among a people he once planned to destroy.
A child carrying the broken heart of a Invading Alien empire.
A generation gifted with powers born of harmony and chaos.
The battle for Elaris would not be waged in the stars.
It would begin in cities, in labs, in schools.
And in the hearts of those who chose to fight for more than survival.
They would fight for each other.