You may or may not have heard of me. My name is Krishna. Krishna Ghji. I was born in this foreign empire called Ezaekia. It’s ruled by my father, Jurrata, who is the emperor of Ezaekia. As the prince of Ezaekia, I had many responsibilities, most of which were taken care of by my father’s noblemen. To my father, I was his first and only son, but to the citizens of the empire, I was known to be Ezaekia’s most kind and warm-hearted person on Earth. But all of that changed in the blink of an eye.
There was this prophecy that my father kept mentioning about over the years and I didn’t really pay any attention to any of it until that tragic day. I was called up by the One Being to fight in some battle that I had no part in. But guess what: that prophecy that my father was talking about . . . I was in it. In fact, I was the key to Earth’s salvation, or so my father says. So I went along with this quest to save the Universe from eternal damnation and supposedly become a defender of peace. But . . . that didn’t turn out so well. Little did I know that this prophecy was some sort of quest put forth by the Holy Trinity to grant a worthy mortal the title of a Defender if that mortal fulfills the prophecy. That worthy mortal turned out to be me. I was the chosen one.