About the Author:

Hey there, I’m Elias—just a regular guy whose life sometimes feels like it’s tuned to a weird radio frequency, picking up odd signals in the everyday. I’ve always been curious, the kind of person who can’t help but wonder about the stories behind the world I live in. Writing this book was my way of diving into those questions, especially about the history and people who’ve shaped everything around me, from the streets I walk to the ideas I wrestle with.

Driven by a passion for learning, Elias wrote this book to spark questions that linger in the margins of history. He’s fascinated by mysteries like the true resting place of Alexander the Great—where one account claims his tomb was desecrated, yet few pause to question the story’s validity. Frustrated by how personal biases can distort historical truths, Elias urges readers to look beyond the surface, to resist accepting narratives at face value, and to seek their own understanding of the past.

At the heart of Elias's work is a belief in making the world a better place. He sees history not just as a record of events, but as a call to action—to question, to reflect, and to form opinions grounded in critical thought. Above all, he advocates for compassion, urging us to support one another and to live in harmony with all beings who share this earth. Through his writing, Elias invites readers to challenge the stories they’ve been told and to leave a positive mark on the world.

Chapter 1: The Boy Who Saw Nothing… and Everything! 

    

Edmond Ginnungagap always felt like a ghost, even in his own life. His last name? It meant "primordial void" – a vast, empty space before the world was even made! No wonder Edmond felt invisible. His adoptive parents, devout Catholics, were loving to their faith, but that love never seemed to reach him. He was just there, a shadow in a house full of silent prayers. 

School wasn't any better. For ten years, like a bad dream, Martin was always there. Most bullies get bored and find new targets, but not Martin. He stuck to Edmond like glue, making every school day a living nightmare. 

Edmond often came home with fresh bruises, but his parents never asked. Never noticed. Or maybe they just didn't care. The silence in their house was louder than any shout. 

Everyone seemed to have expectations for him, too. "You need to accomplish something!" teachers would say. But prove himself to whom? No one was really watching. No one cared if he soared or crashed. Their words were hollow, yet they crushed him. 

One day, after Martin left him aching and trembling in a dark school hallway, Edmond finally cracked. He was tired. Tired of being invisible. Tired of being Martin's favorite punching bag. Tired of carrying everyone's expectations. 

Something had to change. And for the first time, Edmond decided he would be the one to change it. He didn't know how, but he knew he couldn't keep walking the same lonely path. He had to break free. Because if no one else would see him, he would make sure they had no choice but to look. 

 

Edmond had always noticed the statue. It stood at the edge of the town square, old and cracked, its stone hands gently holding an urn. He'd walked past it countless times, never really thinking about it… until he realized that no one else seemed to see it. 

"A statue? What are you talking about?" his friend Mark had said, frowning. 

Edmond pointed straight at it. "Right there! The one holding the urn." 

Mark just squinted. "Dude, there's nothing there." 

His mom, his teacher, even a random stranger — everyone gave him the same confused answer. It was like the statue was only there for him. 

For weeks, he tried to ignore it. Maybe it was a prank, or his mind playing tricks. But the statue remained, a silent mystery defying everyone else's blindness. 

One evening, just as the sun dipped behind the rooftops, curiosity finally won. He reached out and pressed his hand against the statue's chest. The stone was cool, solid, real. 

Then, everything shifted. 

A low, grating sound filled the air, like giant rocks grinding together. The statue trembled. A strong gust of wind swirled around him, and for the first time, the urn began to glow. A crack of light split its surface. 

Then, the world flickered. 

The square vanished. Cars, buildings, people—all gone. Edmond stood alone in a vast, endless mist. The only thing left was the statue. 

And now, it was looking directly at him. 

"Finally," it whispered, its voice ancient and deep. "Someone who sees." 

Edmond stumbled back, his heart thumping. "What—what are you?" 

The statue's stone lips curled, almost into a smile. "A guardian," it said. "And now… so are you." 

Before Ed could even blink, the urn exploded into tiny pieces, and darkness rushed in. 

The world was about to change.