"Someday, son. Someday you will rule all of this."
Kaleb and K2323 had stood before the kingdom of Japae (then called 'Japan') all those years ago. They had stood at the balcony of K2323's palace, side by side. Father and son. They had watched the artificial sun set over the pocket dimension as the night came to fruit, its light shining down on the small kingdom.
But it hadn't been entirely good memories here. This had been the place where Kaleb had been when he'd lost his mother. Then, his uncle and father left. He had been left alone. Left with Konjan and his cousin to train. Sure, Konjan had been kind. Ryuu had been an interesting cousin, to say the least. But... Kaleb?
He had been without the love of his father or the love of his mother. A mere teenager. That's how he'd grown up, too, after that. He had eventually come to a place to start all over. Earth had been a clean start for him. He'd settled down in the southern United States and started a family. His son and daughter, Raileigh and Matt, had been nothing but wonderful children. He had kept their sage powers a secret.
Now, where were they? Probably dead. His wife, too. The world he had left behind had found him on the planet Earth. Now it had been trying to take him off the place he called home -- or what was left of it. So, Kaleb DID leave Earth. He came to Japae to face the problem head-on. And in the process, he had inherited what his father had left -- half the power of the Genesis King.
Where was his father, though? Dead? Kaleb wasn't sure, but really, Kaleb didn't care. K2323 didn't care for Kaleb, after all. It had only been after K2323 had died that first time (had it been the first time K2323 had died, for that matter?) that Kaleb had found out about his father's side of the family. Had K2323 ever cared about Kaleb? Really and truly?
Then, there was the darkness and the light. Kaleb had heard stories on Earth... Myths of powers which were beyond even him as a sage. Myths of 'gods'. Myths of those who could manipulate existence, control the stars, and fill or take away hope in the spirit of man. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he had thought of something the first time he'd heard such stories.
It had been a mere whisper... But during his training, he had heard of something called an embodiment.
But it didn't matter anyhow. All that mattered was what lay before Kaleb. Here he was in the exact spot that he had been decades ago. He stood on the balcony of an old, forgotten castle long ago outdone with new ones by new rulers. This place... Was Japan. Not the Japan he'd grown acustom to on Earth... But a place which had been born from the Earth nation. This was his father's world.
No. It was his world. He was home.
"Come forth," he whispered. He repeated himself, his words now just a bit louder. "Come forth."
Nobody heard him. A beat.
"Come forth," his voice now echoed throughout Japae, "I'm home!"
