Billions of years ago, when there was no Earth, no sky, not even this vast universe—an extraordinary energy came into existence. This energy had no form, no body, yet it held the power to fill the infinite void. It was a force whose light pierced through absolute darkness. With this power, it created stars, shaped planets, and turned the empty cosmos into a living, breathing canvas.
She gave birth to gods and goddesses. And then, she created our Earth—where there is air, water, love, and the existence of all living beings.
This was the story a mother was telling her two children, Kale and Selene. Her younger son, Kale, only three years old, his face still full of innocence, asked excitedly, "Mama, who was she?"
The mother smiled gently, brushing back a strand of hair from his forehead. Her voice grew tender as she replied, "She was the Goddess of Creation, my child—the one who made this entire world."
Selene, the older sister, sat quietly nearby. She was already different from other girls her age. At eleven, her presence carried maturity, and her left eye—a sharp golden color—set her apart. Though she often kept her emotions hidden, tonight her voice broke the silence. "Mama," she said suddenly, "if the Goddess of Creation is so kind, then why didn't she help us when—" Her words stopped midway, because their mother silently raised a hand, signaling her to stay quiet.
Selene's face turned sad, and Kale, still too young to understand, asked curiously, "What didn't she do, Mama?"
The mother stayed silent for a moment, then softly replied, "Nothing, dear." And just like that, the conversation ended, and time continued to move forward. as it always does.
Twelve Years Later
The morning sun rose slowly, painting the forest in shades of gold. Birds sang their morning songs, while the gentle wind carried the scent of pine and damp earth. Inside a small cottage deep within the forest, Kale—now fifteen years old—had grown tall and strong over the years. his dark hair falling in a tousled mess, his eyes alive with youthful determination. Though he was still cheerful and carried traces of his childhood, there was also a quiet strength about him now. Standing near the doorway with an axe in his hand, he looked at his mother and said, "Mama, I'm going into the forest to collect wood. I'll be back by evening."
His mother looked at him with concern. Time had etched faint lines on her face, but her love for her children never changed. "Don't go too deep into the forest, son. Please be careful and return safely."
Kale laughed lightly, still carrying a trace of childhood in his voice. "Mama, I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm fifteen. Don't worry, I'll be fine." He grabbed his axe and started moving toward the door.
But just as he reached it, someone suddenly rushed in. A small girl, with lively brown eyes and soft black hair, caught his hand tightly. It was Emelia.I want to play with you!" she pleaded, her voice filled with childish stubbornness.
Her eyes sparkled with innocence and affection. Kale paused for a moment, his mind drifting back to the memory of a day five years ago—when he and Selene had gone into the forest to pick fruits and found Emelia, alone and abandoned in the middle of the woods.
They searched desperately for her parents, but no one was ever found. They brought her home, and their mother adopted her as her own daughter.
Though they didn't share blood, Kale had always seen Emelia as his real sister.
Kneeling down, he gently placed a hand on her head and said kindly, "Don't worry. I'll be back soon. Then we'll play all you want, okay?"
But Emelia's face fell, tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, "No, brother! You said that last time too, but you came back so late. I won't let you go today!"
Kale felt his chest tighten. He wanted to reassure her, but before he could, Selene stepped into the room.
Selene was now twenty-three. She had grown into a tall, graceful young woman. Her dark hair framed her face, and though she was beautiful, her golden left eye always drew the most attention. Because of it, she wore an eyepatch most of the time. Her presence was calm and protective, like a shield over her siblings.
She gently took Emelia by the shoulders, pulling her away from Kale. "Emelia," she said softly, "Kale will be back soon. Don't worry, I promise."
Emelia sniffled, her tears still falling, but she slowly nodded. Kale gave her a small, warm smile before standing again. "I'll come back quickly, I promise," he said, his voice steady.
Selene then adjusted her eyepatch. "I'm heading to the city to get some supplies," she told them calmly. With that, the siblings parted ways—Kale stepping into the forest with his axe in hand, while Selene took the road that led toward the city.
In the Aldoria City
The road to Aldoria was long, but Selene walked with steady steps. The basket in her hand was light, yet her thoughts weighed heavily on her. She rarely came here, but today their home needed flour, oil, and a few medicines for her mother.
The city walls soon rose before her, tall stone covered with ivy. Guards stood near the gate, their spears shining under the sun. Selene kept her head slightly lowered as she entered. The streets inside were alive—vendors calling out, children running, and the smell of roasted meat filling the air.
Selene moved quietly through the crowd. She always avoided drawing attention. Her long dark hair framed her face, and though her beauty often made people glance twice, it was her left eye that troubled her the most. The golden color was unlike anything seen in the town. Because of this, she wore a black eyepatch, hiding what set her apart.
At a grain stall, she asked for flour. Her voice was calm, almost cold, yet polite enough not to offend. The vendor nodded, weighing the goods, while Selene placed coins carefully into his hand.
But as she turned to leave, she heard laughter nearby. A group of young soldiers were passing through the street, their armor clinking with each step. One of them, careless and loud, bumped into her shoulder. The basket tilted, almost falling.
"Watch where you're going," the soldier barked, though it was clearly his fault.
Selene's jaw tightened, but she said nothing. She simply fixed the basket in her hands and kept walking.
Another soldier chuckled. "Hah, look at her—acting all proud. Maybe she thinks she's too good to answer."
Before Selene could move further, one of the soldiers suddenly reached forward and pulled away her eyepatch.
The black cloth slipped free, and her golden eye was revealed. For a moment, the soldier froze. His smirk faded into shock. "W-what…?"
The sunlight caught her eye, its strange golden color unlike anything human. The crowd nearby had not noticed yet, but the soldier's gaze was locked in disbelief.
Selene's reaction was swift. She grabbed his wrist tightly, her grip stronger than he expected. Her voice was low, cold.
"Don't touch me."
The soldier flinched at the firmness in her tone. Selene let go of his hand, quickly fixing the eyepatch back over her eye. Without another word, she turned away and walked off, her steps fast and steady.
From across the street, hidden in the shadow of an alley, a tall figure watched her. His face was completely concealed behind a white mask, and a dark cloak hung low over his head, making him blend with the shadows.
His masked gaze followed her movements with interest, and though the mask hid his expression, a small tilt of his head betrayed a trace of amusement.
Golden eyes…
Then, without a sound, he slipped back into the crowd, vanishing as if he had never been there at all.
He moved swiftly through the narrow streets, his cloak brushing against the walls as he made his way to a nearby mansion. The building stood tall and well-kept, yet the silence within gave it a cold, lifeless air. Heavy curtains shut out the daylight, and the dim hall seemed to swallow every sound.
At the center of the room, a shadowy figure waited, hidden deep in the gloom.
The masked man stopped and lowered his head slightly.
"I've found them," he said, his voice muffled behind the white mask.
The figure in the darkness answered coldly, each word sharp and measured.
"Eliminate them. Especially the boy."
For a moment, the masked man hesitated, his body stiff. Then, without another word, he turned, cloak shifting as he leapt smoothly through the window and disappeared from sight.
Selene was already on her way home. The city of Aldoria lay behind her, its noise fading with every step. The time of day hovered between afternoon and evening; the light was warm and golden, stretching long shadows across the road.
She walked quietly, clutching her basket close, but unease stirred inside her chest. It was the feeling of being watched—constant, sharp, almost pressing against her back.
She stopped and turned.
The road was empty. Trees lined the edges, their leaves shifting with a soft breeze. Nothing moved.
"Maybe it's just my imagination," she whispered and started forward again, this time walking faster.
Her small cottage finally came into view, resting peacefully at the edge of the forest. A wooden fence surrounded it, simple yet strong. Vines had grown along its posts, dotted with blossoms of violet and white.
Reaching the gate, Selene set down her basket and sat for a short moment, her body easing into the comfort of home. She plucked a flower from the vine and twirled it slowly between her fingers, letting the quiet calm her thoughts.
But she was not alone.
In the trees nearby, the masked man lingered, his gaze sharp behind the white mask. The last rays of sunlight brushed against him, but his figure stayed hidden in shadow.
Selene stood, tucked the flower into her basket, and pushed the gate open.
The masked man suddenly broke into a sprint, rushing straight toward her.
The sound of his footsteps cut through the quiet air—fast, heavy, unstoppable.
And then—everything vanished into silence.
Meanwhile, the sun had begun to set. The forest paths glowed with a soft orange light as Kale walked back, the bundle of wood heavy on his shoulder. His muscles ached, but his heart was light—already picturing Emelia's bright smile and his mother's warm food waiting at home.
The cottage roof soon appeared between the trees. Relief spread through him—home was close.
But then… something made him stop.
Near the boundary wall, the ground looked darker than usual. Kale frowned, setting the bundle of wood aside. Slowly, he crouched down, brushing the dirt with his fingers.
When he lifted his hand, his breath caught in his throat.
It wasn't dirt.but a trail of blood that led straight to his home…..