Nobody knew where that horrible news came. The fall of Padmaloka, the death of the great creator. The prologue of chaotic symphonies all over three realms.
Padmaloka, the realm that oversaw all domains, collapsed hundreds of centuries ago with no warning. Many experts and masters from Three Realms came to seek the truth.
But what they found? A broken, high gate, the only entrance to entering Padmaloka.
They waited there for a century full, before one by one left with their preoccupied mind.
A century later a great war broke out within nine underworlds, a year after, a similar situation happened in nine heavens.
The last nine worlds seem crushed like an ant trapped in the middle of two big elephant fight.
Kingdoms fall, empires wiped. The lands, seas, and sky changed their ownership from one to others. Many great souls have fallen, whether from defending their homelands or in achieving their grand ambitions.
Those who sought peace retreated to the fifth Great World, swore to each other they would become brothers and sisters to protect the last stronghold where the chaos of three realms shall never set its feet.
The four upper Great World have fallen into the nine heavens influences, while the four lower Great World into the nine underworlds influences.
Hundreds of centuries, the fire of chaos subsided in the end.
These hundreds of centuries became an essential note in three realms’ history. Never anything like this happened.
From the survivor of great experts, sages, deities, gods, devils, and demons, they knew something is a certainty, that the great creator has died. Otherwise, how can he let his three realms fallen into chaos?
Some sighed, lamented the past.
Some worried about what the future holds, for them and their close ones.
Some planned on what to achieve near and far in the future.
But most, to the ordinary people, those who knew nothing beyond the little lands where they breathe, eat and sleep, nothing matters at all.
Many places not impacted, or at least already came back to their stability. And many such sites are in the fifth Great World, between which comprises three thousand small Worlds.
They call one of those small worlds Edwena, where waters cover almost eighty percent of its surface. There were seven empires rose in the last ten centuries — the Wine, Rik, Euphemia, Raisa, Maree, Thorstein, and Celia Empires.
But many centuries before, there was only one vast empire, the Great Edwena Empire, which already fallen and long lost in the river of time. That is why this world called till today, still called the Edwena.
When I arrived above Edwena, I saw many things. There are joys, happiness, sadness, guilt, ambition, passion, anger, remorse, and so on. They made the color of many lives and many souls, from the humblest ones to those whose arrogances reach the clouds.
‘Eeee… it’s not so bad.’
I looked around again until…
‘Ah, that place, what a tragedy, but what a passion and compassion.’
I looked back at the token of three realms in my hand.
‘So be it. Once I wield power above the creator itself, once I was crafted more handsome than all creations, once I understand all the profound knowledge and mysteries of three realms. But never once I gain understanding about the significance of the creation itself. And now I’ve decided for myself, to enter the river of samsara, whether I gain something or gain nothing, I shall find myself experienced in the unknown.’
I make a tiny magical seal above the Edwena.
‘This would be enough, and it would not be funny when I was born and suddenly death by falling from the bed. I tie the fate between my soul and this little world. When I am born, I shall name Eiwa.’
My body of conscience merged with natural and mysterious laws of the three realms, and a ray of nothingness was shooting down to a small kingdom.
The nine stars shined brightly above the three realms; a cry of a baby could be heard.