Michael, a baby, has grown into a handsome young boy. He is now a fifteen-year-old boy undergoing rigorous training from Micah, his guardian angel. Although Michael is not aware of Micah's true identity, he regards him as his mentor.
Despite Michael's incomplete training, as he still has to wait until he turns eighteen to access certain secrets from his book, he possesses considerable strength, capable of defeating many warriors.
In Kabyle, a commune title competition was announced by King Ben Salah, the Emperor of the land, a competition to determine the province's ruler. Every family in the land is preparing fervently for this golden opportunity, which will elevate their family's status.
"Balance your feet on the ground, then strike, ensuring you apply sufficient pressure," Micah instructed Michael on the training ground, sitting on a fallen log, eating an apple.
Michael braced himself, grasping a sword in his hand. He firmly planted his feet on the ground, as instructed, and struck the sturdy tree in front of him.
"Harder!" Micah urged.
He struck again.
"Harder!!" Micah shouted.
With full force, Michael struck once more, unleashing a powerful surge of energy from his body. The energy emanated from the mark on his chest, glowing brightly, and flowed through his body into the sword. As the sword made contact with the tree, the energy propelled the tree backward, uprooting it, and setting the massive trunk ablaze.
"Great job!" Micah exclaimed, applauding enthusiastically.
"What happened..." Neymar said, frozen in shock. "Here!" he continued, his words slow. "How did you do that?" he asked in astonishment. He had heard a loud crash, like thunder, and a tree falling. Sprinting down to the scene with incredible speed, he was shocked by what he saw.
"He's reached a new level of power," Micah explained.
"Wow! I uprooted a tree with a sword strike," Michael exclaimed, beaming with excitement, running towards Micah and his father.
"Good job, my boy!" Neymar said, embracing him and kissing his forehead. "Your mother needs you; please go see her. I want to speak with Micah."
"Yes, father," Michael replied, and left them.
"You seem worried; what's troubling you?" Micah asked, his voice full of concern, though he already knew the answer.
"I'm anxious about participating in this competition," Neymar confessed. "I don't want my involvement to put my family in danger," he added, pacing nervously.
"Please sit down, I want to tell you something," Micah said, attempting to calm him.
"What is it?" Neymar asked curiously, sitting beside Micah on the log.
"The day Michael was born, your wife Naomi's labor was delayed. An angel appeared and said, 'Your wife Naomi will give birth to a male child; you shall name him Michael, for he will be a prince of Adonai. He will rule over nations and kingdoms, battling dark forces and their agents, and bring peace to the earth. He'll possess extraordinary abilities. When you notice these abilities, don't discourage him. Guide him in Adonai's ways, and prevent any form of sorcery from being performed on him. He'll be a warrior, empowered to fight great battles. A symbol of crossed swords will mark his chest, signifying his chosen status. Keep his chest covered, for his identity must remain hidden until the appointed time.'"
"What! How do you know the angel's words verbatim?" Neymar asked, standing up in shock. He had never shared this with anyone, as the angel had instructed him to keep it secret until the appointed time, though he had told his wife. Neymar was perplexed as Micah paused, allowing him to process the revelation. "Who are you? Please, tell me," Neymar implored.
"I'm the angel of Adonai who came that day," Micah revealed, unveiling his true identity. He transformed into his angelic form.
Neymar's heart racing, he bowed in awe, overwhelmed by the radiant glory.
Micah reverted to his human form and sat down. "Please, stand up and refrain from worshiping me; it's against angelic protocol. Only Adonai deserves praise."
"Oh God! I've been hosting an angel of God," Neymar exclaimed, his respect for Micah deepening.
"Listen, Neymar," Micah said, trying to calm him. "I revealed my identity so you understand my purpose on earth and your child's crucial mission. This competition is part of his journey. He'll rule nations and kingdoms; joining the competition is the right decision, a starting point. Michael will compete, and you'll rule after his victory. We're in this together; evil must be stopped, darkness defeated."
Neymar sighed in relief. "Praise Adonai for including me in this journey; I'm honored," he said, as silence ensued.
"There's something else," Micah said, breaking the silence. "Michael's training is incomplete. Before coming to earth, Adonai gave me a book to train him. The book will unleash his full potential, making him the most powerful being on earth, but it must be given to him at eighteen. Until then, I'll prepare him to handle it. Adonai also revealed recently that a sword will be given to him; when his training is complete, the sword will match the mark on his chest. Prepare yourself; the journey has begun. Lastly, keep my identity secret; their time to know hasn't come."
Neymar nodded in agreement. "I won't tell anyone," he promised, still in awe.
"We can leave now; it's getting dark, and they'll be waiting," Micah said.
"Yes, sure," Neymar replied, standing up and following him, lost in thought.
Suddenly, a figure appeared, glaring at the uprooted, burnt tree, and groaned softly.
The figure is Cora, the fallen angel Micah fought fifteen years ago. The moment Micah transformed into his angelic identity, many princes of darkness perceived his strong aura, including Cora. Cora quickly recognized the aura because they had fought before. Long time ago, before the fall of angels, Cora and Micah were best of friends. When the rebellion of Lucifer started, Cora agreed to join Lucifer, but Micah refused, then war broke out in heaven. But before the war.