The chapter opens inside a colossal scientific facility — a fusion of steel, glass, and luminescent blue lights. Dozens of engineers and scientists moved briskly beneath a towering spacecraft that hung suspended in the center of the hall. Its polished surface reflected the brilliance of human progress.
One of the scientists looked up, his face glowing with pride."Keshan, all because of you, this masterpiece exists," he said, his voice echoing through the metallic chamber. "It surpasses everything ever built in modern history."
Keshan Arya, adjusting his sleek white coat, smiled faintly."I just took inspiration from the architectures of the Aryonic Era," he replied.
The other scientist chuckled uneasily."No offense, Keshan, but why are you so obsessed with that myth? Everyone knows the Aryonic Era was just fiction — a collection of ancient tales."
Keshan's calm eyes hardened."If it's fiction, then why argue about it?" he said quietly. "I only followed what was written — designs, concepts, ideas from those old texts. Whether people believe it or not, truth doesn't vanish because someone labels it false."
The scientist opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the scene faded.
In another part of the gleaming city, beneath hovering cars and holographic billboards, a young boy held his mother's hand as they walked toward a grand library.
"Mom," he complained, "you said I could play with my friends at the playground today!"
His mother smiled gently."Yash, do you even understand how this world works? Look around you — tell me what you see."
Yash pressed his face to the library's glass window, his wide eyes scanning the skyline."Umm… I see buildings, cars on the ground, flying cars, big glowing billboards… and something else — I don't know what it's called."
His mother laughed softly."You see the world's surface, Yash. But the real question is — do you know how all these things came to exist? Do you think God created them before humans even arrived on Earth?"
Yash blinked in confusion."No… then who did?"
"People did," she said, her tone turning thoughtful. "But what do you think gave them those ideas? Where did the first spark of imagination come from?"She paused, then asked, "Tell me, Yash — do you know about wars?"
"I don't know much," Yash said innocently.
"Don't lie," she teased with a knowing look. "You've seen enough through the media."
Yash pouted, then nodded sheepishly.
"So tell me," she continued, "do you know what kind of wars happened in our history?"
"Yes! With guns and long-range trools!" he said proudly.
She laughed again."They're called tools, my little genius."
Then her voice softened."Do you even know what your name means, Yashrath Arya?"
"Hmm… not really, Mama."
"Everything you see around you — these marvels — didn't exist before the 2000s. And long before that, way before that… in 480 B.R.E."
Yash's eyes lit with curiosity."What's B.R.E.?"
"It stands for Before the Revolution Era," she explained. "Back then, our ancestors — yes, our family's very own bloodline — were known throughout the world. One of them shared your name, Yashrath Arya."
Yash grinned."You mean me?"
"Not quite," she said warmly. "He was the one who inspired your name — a warrior remembered in countless epics, someone who changed the course of history."
"Ooh! And then what happened?" Yash asked eagerly.
"That's why we're here today," she said, smiling as they entered the vast library filled with digital archives and ancient manuscripts. "From next year, you'll be starting school — and learning about the Aryonic Era will help you understand where our world truly began. People are forgetting it, Yash… but your grandparents always believed that we, the Aryas, must never let our roots fade away."
Yash scratched his head, embarrassed."I just like watching random holo-videos at home…"
His mother chuckled and guided him toward a glowing table with levitating chairs — ordinary furniture for this age, yet wondrous to the eye. She placed a stack of preserved books in front of him, their covers inscribed with golden symbols.
Settling opposite him, she opened the first volume.
"Now then," she said softly, her voice echoing like the opening of a gate between eras."Here we go."
The pages turned — and the story of the Aryonic Era began.