Divine Code of Quasars

Navigating through the crowded airport, Myrah Shields ignored the frowning passerby and focused on her children. Sydney’s sobs broke through the clatter of suitcases and the hum of announcements. "Please don’t send me away. I’m so sorry for lying to you," Sydney cried, clutching her mother’s sleeve. "I don’t want to live with him and Karman. Her sons are evil!" Unable to hold her squirmy four-year-old son, Felix, any longer, Myrah gently set him down. The fidgeting child wore a harness backpack with a leash attached to keep him close. He began tracing patterns on the tiles, humming quietly to himself. "It’s only temporary, sweetie," Myrah reassured, though even she doubted her words. "I’ll let you know as soon as we’re settled in our new home, I promise." Her reassurance felt fragile, like a thin veil against the shadows of her past. Leaving behind what had once been her home felt like tearing herself apart, yet staying meant teetering on the brink of survival. Halfway across the galaxy, the Zodians faced their own uncertain path. Their celestial haven on Planet Z had fallen to the Emós, creatures of darkness from the farthest reaches of space. The twelve chosen young warriors, each bound to their star-born gifts, had been forced to escape, their unity shattered by betrayal and overwhelming force. Scattered across Earth, the Zodians, hid their identities to survive. Their memories of their divine origins faded, leaving the Zodians to roam Earth as ordinary beings. Yet with each union, fragments of their memories returned, awakening their powers and their purpose. “You shall know who the chosen ones are without a doubt,” Seer Araz's voice echoed to Chief Ori's mind through telepathy , resonating within the chamber of the sacred artifact site on Planet Z, where the air itself shimmered with ancient power. “The essence of their warrior ancestors merged with the young Zodians' bodies as one, manifesting in celestial glory when they emerged from the Water of Yabal.” The artifact pulsed with cosmic energy, sending radiant streaks of light into the chosen Zodians, illuminating their shrouded forms. Chief Ori witnessed their baptism of water and fire, igniting certainty within her. Doubt and fear lingered no more as Seer Araz spoke. “The chosen ones will navigate perilous journeys, uncover their true identities, and unlock their innate abilities,” Araz continued. “Each step will reveal fragments of their origins, reclaim the lost artifacts, and guide them back to their rightful place among the stars.” Chief Ori then repeated Araz's mantra: 'Have faith, not fear; courage, not weakness.' The Zodians would cross paths with human guardians like Myrah Shields, the struggling single young mother. Both the celestial beings and Myrah’s family had sought safety in unfamiliar places, carrying with them the weight of broken homes and shattered dreams. For Myrah, it was her children and a fragile promise of a better life. For the Zodians, it was the flickering light of their stars, a dwindling signal of their duty to protect their worlds from Emó’s destruction. Yet, as Arctara, the timid celestial warrior, faltered in her steps, her fear a mirror of Myrah’s own, the struggle of their past lingered in their paths: survival was only the beginning. Amidst the cosmic wonder of mystery and looming danger surrounding them, a divine reminder echoed from heaven: to look up, not down—especially during life’s toughest moments. It was the choices made in the face of despair that would define them as fighters, as protectors, and as survivors of their own battles against the Emós in both worlds.