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As Abraham, Sarah, Hagar, and Lot were leaving the city of Ur, they headed north — towards the Golden Land, where the young prophet Earoq lived.
While they were traveling, a cheerful child's voice suddenly echoed in their heads.
"Looks like I finally got connected! Oh wait… I just gained knowledge too! Hello everyone, my name is Earoq !" said the childish voice with excitement.
"Congratulations," Lot replied, smiling as he too got connected through the divine link. "By the way, where are you right now? We're coming to help you, as the Most High commanded."
"Oh, I'm currently in Dravgon, near a small city," said Earoq . "Let me share my location with my unique skill. You'll be able to see me now. Hmm… looks like you're about fifty kilometers away from Mesopotamia, right?"
"Yes, we are," Abraham said warmly. "Child, Iraok, that's your name, right? We're coming towards you. But tell me, what unique skill did you get?"
"Oh, my skill is called Adapt," said Earoq proudly. "It lets me adapt to any natural phenomenon on this planet!"
Abraham smiled. "That's a wonderful gift, young prophet. But why did the Most High send me to you?"
"Well," Earoq began, "there was someone who called himself the God of Wisdom and War. I was teaching people about the Most High when he appeared with his followers. He tried to attack me and called himself Odin."
Abraham and Lot looked at each other in shock.
"I defeated him," Earoq continued casually, "and… well, let's just say I returned his own spear, Gungnir, to him from Behind— in a very painful way. He's unconscious right now."
Lot blinked. "You… what?"
"Don't worry," Earoq said calmly. "My skill Adapt gives me all the information I need. His two ravens have already flown back to a place called Asgard. They'll probably send an army soon. That's why I prayed to the Most High for help… because I'm only Seven years old, and I can't fight thousands of soldiers alone."
Hearing this, Abraham nodded firmly. But before he could respond, another voice spoke in his mind — calm, confident, and powerful.
"If you want, I can help you reach there fast, Abraham," said the voice.
It was none other than Karna, the prophet destined to appear in Asia.
"Karna? How you able to Assist me?" Abraham asked.
"Well, it's simple," Karna said with a small chuckle. "I'll teleport you. I can give you a one-time ability through my Unique Skill — Key Connection. It'll cost me some mana, but that's fine. I'm currently training under Jibrael, so don't worry about me. Just hold the hands of your wives and nephew, and you'll teleport straight to Earoq's location."
Abraham smiled. "Understood."
A moment later, Abraham felt a strange warmth in his body — the connection had been made.
"Uncle, did you get it?" Lot asked.
"Yes," Abraham nodded. "We're ready for Teleportation."
"Wait," Sarah and Hagar said, tilting her head in confusion. "What's teleportation?"
Lot laughed softly. "It means moving from one place to another instantly, sister-in-law's It's an ability we just got from Prophet Karna, who will appear in the future. Since we're prophets too, we can talk with other prophets across time — both past and future."
Sarah and Hagar blinked. "That's… amazing."
"Alright, everyone," Abraham said with a calm smile. "Hold my hands."
Hagar and Sarah each took one of his hands from the left, while Lot held his right hand.
A bright light surrounded them — and in an instant, the group vanished into thin air.
They appeared again — this time in a snowy mountain area.
The cold wind hit their faces instantly. Hagar and Sarah felt dizzy and weak because it was their first time teleporting. Lot, however, stayed calm and steady. He had already experienced teleportation while training his unique skill, Domain, with his uncle Abraham. His skill allowed him to create a small world where he could control everything — even the weather inside it.
As Hagar and Sarah shivered, Hagar asked, "Abraham, where are we? It's freezing here!"
Abraham smiled a little. He and Lot couldn't feel the cold because of their resistance — one granted by their divine skills as prophets. But seeing his wives struggling, Abraham looked at Lot. Lot nodded and opened a small domain around Sarah and Hagar, protecting them from the cold wind. Warmth filled the air around them.
"Better now?" Lot asked gently.
"Yes… much better," Sarahand Hagar said, rubbing there hands together.
As they continued walking, they started to hear voices — not cheers, but loud conversations coming from nearby. Abraham and Lot understood the language easily, but Sarah and Hagar couldn't. They followed the sound until they reached a large wooden house surrounded by snow and people.
In front of it lay a man — unconscious, bleeding from his mouth, and with a spear stuck in his behind.
Abraham and Lot froze.
"…Okay, that looks painful," Lot muttered, cringing.
Sarah and Hagar quickly looked away, shocked. "Abraham, what is this? Why is he lying there like that? And why aren't you helping him?"
Abraham sighed and looked at them calmly. "He's the enemy."
"What!?" both Hagar and Sarah shouted in disbelief.
"Yes," Abraham said firmly. "And the new prophet of the Most High here… is just a seven-year-old child."
"What?!" they both said again, even louder.
"Indeed, sister-in-law," Lot added with a nod.
Then, a small but confident voice came from behind them.
"Yes, I'm seven years old," said the boy.
Everyone turned to look. A young child stood there — wearing thick fur clothes, clearly made for the northern cold. His golden eyes glowed softly, and his presence was calm yet powerful.
"My name is Earoq," he said politely. "I'm the prophet of the Most High here. The reason that man is like that…" he paused, scratching his cheek, a little embarrassed, "is because back then, I didn't have much knowledge. I had just awakened my unique skill, Adaptation. After that, I got all the information about the world… and now I realize how embarrassing it was to do that."
Hagar and Sarah looked at the boy closely. Their eyes softened. They could feel — pure and calm from him, the same kind they felt around their husband.
"This child… he's really a prophet," Hagar whispered.
Sarah nodded, smiling. "He even speaks our language. Just like Abraham."
The two women exchanged a mysterious look that confused Abraham, Lot, and even Earoq.
Abraham tilted his head. "What are you two planning now?"
Lot groaned quietly. "Oh no… I know that look. Whatever it is, it's going to shock us."
Hagar and Sarah stepped forward, smiling warmly at the young prophet.
"Husband," they said together, turning to Abraham.
"Yes?" Abraham asked suspiciously.
"We're taking him as our son," they declared at the same time.
Everything went silent for a few seconds.
"…What?" Abraham, Lot, and Earoq said together, their eyes wide.
Hagar and Sarah just smiled proudly, while Abraham shouted in disbelief,
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE ADOPTING A PROPHET?!"
Lot facepalmed. "And here we go again…"
Earoq just stood there, blinking. "…Wait, what's happening right now?"
After a while, they were all inside the wooden house.
"So, you sent those people away because you knew there would be a fight, right?" Abraham asked calmly, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Yes, I sent them away. You must've heard them cheering earlier," said Earoq with a small smile.
Sahra, Hagar, and Lot nodded. Yes, they had heard the people shouting and cheering outside before they entered the house.
Then Lot looked at the child prophet and asked, "Where are your parents?"
At that moment, Hagar and Sahra froze. They hadn't even thought about that. The boy looked so young—of course, he should've had parents. Both women blushed in embarrassment, realizing how quickly they had decided to "adopt" him without asking anything first.
Earoq smiled softly and said, "Well, I don't have any parents."
The air went quiet. Abraham, Lot, and the women all looked at the boy with sadness. Hagar and Sahra's hearts softened even more, and they shared a glance, silently agreeing that they wanted to take care of this child no matter what.
Abraham sighed gently and said, "Sorry, we didn't know."
But Earoq shook his head. "No, no. I'm not born like you. I was created… like Adam."
"Oh…" Abraham nodded slowly. He wasn't shocked—after all, he understood the power of the Most High. If the Lord could create Adam, then creating another prophet wasn't impossible.
They soon brought Odin inside the house. Lot used his domain to heal him, removing the spear stuck in his back. Odin's wounds closed up slowly, and color returned to his face.
As they were talking, Odin suddenly woke up, shouting in panic, "No! No, please don't destroy Asgard! Kill me if you want, but spare my people! Don't punish them for my foolishness!"
He looked around in confusion and fear—his eyes fell first on the child, Earoq, and then on Abraham and Lot. He could feel the same divine aura coming from them, the same power that had terrified him earlier.
His thoughts raced in panic: No… that child prophet must've called for help! Is this the day Asgard falls?!
Before anyone could say a word, a booming voice echoed from outside—
"All-Father! We have arrived!"
Odin's eyes widened. That was Thor's voice.
"Yes, Father! We've come with the army of Valkyries and the Asgardian warriors!" shouted Thor again.
Another voice followed with a teasing tone, "Father, just say the word and we'll turn them into frogs! Let's feed them to the Asgardian wolves for what they did to you!"
That voice was Loki.
Odin groaned and covered his face with one hand. "Great… just great. If things weren't bad enough already…"
His thoughts turned grim. Is this how Asgard ends? Not by Ragnarok… but by the stupidity of my own sons!
He had received a prophecy long ago—that Asgard would fall during Ragnarok. But this? This wasn't Ragnarok. This was far worse.
Because now, Thor and Loki had brought the entire Asgardian army to face three prophets of the Most High.
If a single child—Earoq—could defeat Odin so easily… what would happen when two adults stood beside him?
Odin's face turned pale. "By Yggdrasil…" he muttered under his breath. "We're doomed."