The Prelude of Light, opens the world of Aranre and the main character.
PLANET ARANRE – THE QUEEN AND THE SACRED SPRING
Chapter 1 – The Prelude of Light
The vast universe contains countless stars, but in the midst of that endless sea of night, there exists a sparkling gem called Aranre – where the sky is always filled with aurora like invisible silk ribbons wrapped around the double moon.
Aranre is not just a planet, it is the sanctuary of the Eternal Spirit – an ancient energy source that nourishes all life, hidden deep within the planet is the Sacred Spring.
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Her special ability – Time Travel – not only allows her to foresee cosmic storms, but also allows her to travel across eras to correct the errors of fate.
But the darkness never sleeps…
From the edge of the black hole Galthoron, an army known as the Blood Scorpions has risen. Leading them is Thour, the evil general who was exiled from the human dimension. Thour wears a black and red armor, a helmet carved with scorpion claws, and each step he takes seems to strike the souls of those he confronts with a harsh thunder.
He wants not only to conquer Aranre, but also to swallow the Sacred Stream, making himself the ruler of the universe.
The night before the war broke out, Elyria stood by the cliffs of the Moon Gate, where the sea of stars met the silver waves. She knew – if she failed, not only would Aranre disappear, but the entire timeline would be erased from the universe's memory.
She placed her hands on the waters of the Sacred Spring, letting the light penetrate her veins. Her body glowed, joining the echoes of the millions of souls that had lived on Aranre.
In that moment, Elyria chose the path of immortality – becoming a part of the Eternal Spirit itself.
A trumpet sounded from the capital of Aestra…
In the sky, crimson scorpion-shaped warships rushed in like angry meteors.
And Queen Elyria, with her wings of light spread wide, stepped into the battle – where the fate of an entire universe would be rewritten. Chapter 2 – The First Clash
The sky above Aranre was torn by streaks of blood-red light, where the Scorpion Blood warships fired energy projectiles, burning the atmosphere.
From the Aestra Capital, hundreds of Aranre Steel Wings – elite warriors riding on the back of the iron bird Aelyrion – charged forward to fight. But before the fierce waves, each bird burst into flames and fell like a rain of fire.
Elyria appeared on top of the Moonheart Tower, her wings of light spread out so wide that they obscured the twin moons. She did not need to shout out orders – her will was transmitted directly into the minds of all the soldiers and civilians:
“Aranre will not retreat.”
The light from the Sacred Stream exploded within Elyria’s body, and in a flash, she stepped out of the current timeline. All movement around her froze like an ice statue. She moved through the moments as if swimming in an invisible ocean, searching for the battle’s tipping point—the place where she could turn the tide.
But as she descended deeper into the ninth layer of time, a figure waited.
Thour.
He stood there, in the void, his crimson and black armor glowing like embers, his eyes the golden color of destructive fire. His voice echoed like thunder from a black hole:
“Do you think you alone can walk through time, Elyria?”
Elyria paused. This was a realm where no mortal had ever lived for more than a few breaths.
Thour laughed, the scorpion claws at his shoulders opening, releasing chains of dark light that bound her.
“You think the Sacred Spring is the only source of power? No… it is only a fragment of the Great Falls of Time. And I… drank from those falls before Aranre was born.”
Suddenly, Elyria realized a terrible secret: her time-traveling ability was not pure. Some of that power, since the beginning, had flowed through Thour's hands. That meant that every time she crossed eras, Thour sensed her traces – and waited.
He charged, his blow as powerful as a storm of colliding stars, forcing Elyria back into the present. When she opened her eyes, the entire sky of Aestra was burning red.
The real battle… had just begun.
Appendix: The World of Aranre
1. Map and main territories
Capital of Aestra – Floating city on a crystal lake, center of power and science.
Mirath Valley – Where the Holy Spring originates, a sacred land where all weapons are forbidden.
Vorlen Mountains – Natural wall against cosmic storms, hiding many ancient military bunkers.
Kaelor Desert – Land of golden sand with magnetic vortexes, home to the Starsmiths.
2. Races
Aranri – Main race, humanoid in shape but with glowing patterns on their skin.
Aelyrion – Giant iron bird creatures, loyal to the warrior Aranre.
Starsmith – Nomadic mechanic, creating weapons from meteorite cores.
Scorpio Blood – Mutant warriors due to black hole energy, serving Thour.
3. Typical war machine
Astra-Blade – Crystallized energy sword from the Sacred Stream.
Nebula Storm – Large gunship, firing plasma beams strong enough to tear apart planetary shields.
Time Shield – Micro-displacement shield, momentarily deflecting bullets. Chapter 3 – The Siege of Aestra
The stars above Aestra were obscured by thousands of Scorpion Blood warships.
The city’s defensive shields throbbed, like a giant heart draining its strength.
Under the crystal lake, the light of the Sacred Spring still shone, but now fainter than ever – for part of its flow had been broken by Thour in the ninth time plane.
Elyria stood in the Lunar Heart War Room, before a panoramic hologram.
The entire Aranre military council looked at her, but no one spoke.
They knew that conventional weapons could not repel an army that had passed through the black hole.
She touched the space gently, and the streams of light and data transformed into a time map – a spiral matrix that displayed every movement of the enemy… not just in the present, but in the next few minutes as well.
“We don’t fight in the present… We fight in their future.” – Elyria said, her voice low but echoing in everyone’s mind.
Chronological Tactics
Elyria divided her army into three space-time layers:
Reality Layer – Aranre’s Steel Wings defended directly, keeping Thour focused.
Time Delay Layer – A secret team teleported a few seconds after the enemy’s attack, to trap them when they were caught off guard.
Prediction Layer – A small force moved into the short future, destroying reinforcements before they appeared.
The Aelyrion ironwings spread their silver wings, darting like arrows through the chaos.
Elyria’s every strike seemed to hit the “hole” in the flow of time that only Elyria could see.
Thour Unleashes Time Falls
But Thour was not a man who only knew how to use mechanical power.
He stepped out onto the prow of the massive Scorpius Prime, raising his Chrono-Scythe.
The space before him cracked, and from it, a giant column of light poured down like an endless silver waterfall – but this was not water… this was the primordial flow of time, capable of erasing all objects from history.
The ancient streets of Aestra dissolved, not into dust, but as if they had never existed. An entire era was swept away.
Elyria saw her future – a desolate Aranre, where only the wind could make its way through the deserts of Kaelor.
The Last Gamble
Elyria knew that if she let the Falls of Time continue to flow, not only would Aranre’s present, but all of her memories would be erased.
She took a deep breath, and plunged into the falls. The light swallowed her body, and the world around her shattered into countless fragments of memory.
In the heart of the falls, Elyria had no form, only consciousness.
She realized that time was not a straight line… but a vortex. If she could bend the vortex, she could send messages and commands back to the moments before the siege began.
But that would mean she would be trapped outside all time dimensions forever.
There was no going back.
Elyria’s eyes fell on the image of Aranre, still beautiful, glowing under the aurora…
She smiled.
“Aranre… immortal.”
An explosion of light erupted from the heart of Timefall, sweeping the entire Scorpion Blood warship out of orbit.
In the sky, the aurora burned as brightly as ever.
But Elyria… was gone. Chapter 4 – The Queenless Era
The three moons of Aranre hang silently in the sky.
The aurora still shines, but in its light there is no trace of the familiar silver wings.
The people call this period the Silent Era – a time when the war has ended, but the soul of the planet lacks the heartbeat of Queen Elyria.
Aestra is rebuilt from the ruins. Crystal towers rise, reflecting light like giant torches. But although the architecture becomes more magnificent than before, the emptiness in the hearts of the people cannot be filled.
In secret councils, the elders recount that before the Falls of Time closed, they heard an echo in their minds:
“I am still here, in the vortex of time…”
The Upstream Warriors
From that echo, a group of Aranre warriors was formed – the Chronos Travelers.
There are 7 of them, each with a special skill:
Kaelen – Swordsman Aelyrion, right arm alloyed from meteorite core, can cut through energy shields.
Miris – Descendant of the Starsmith, specializes in creating devices that bend the local time stream.
Rhyss – Scholar of Time, reads traces of events that have happened through the “reverberations” in the air.
Liora – Archer of Mirath Valley, crystal arrow can hold a moment and release it later.
Tyrin – Leader of the Steel Wings, rides the largest Aelyrion to survive the war.
Evara – Priestess of the Sacred Stream, holds the key to the planet’s heart.
Korr – Sole survivor of the Black Hole of Galthoron, with a mystery that has never been revealed.
They believed that Elyria was not destroyed, but trapped in a “time vortex” – a point where all eras intersected. If they could find a way in, they could pull her back.
A Warning from the Future
During the night of the red moon, Rhyss had a vision: a future Aranre torn into countless fragments of reality, where the Scorpion Blood had returned stronger, led not only by Thour… but also by a shadowy Elyria.
The vision made the Chronos Travelers understand that rescuing the Queen was not just about restoring the past, but also about preventing a dark age that had never existed.
Embarking on the Journey
The night before their departure, they gathered on the shores of the crystal lake where Elyria had last appeared. Evara dropped a drop of sacred water into the lake, and circles of light opened – portals to the Time Vessel.
The air trembled, and all outside sounds disappeared.
Kaelen tightened his grip on his sword, whispering,
“For Aranre… and for the Queen.”
The group stepped into the light, disappearing from the world… into a place where past, present, and future became one.
