Chapter 1
The Beginning
The world is nothing but a harsh, unforgiving place, where only the strong survive. As for the weak and the gentle, they meet nothing but a dark fate, devoured mercilessly by everyone.
Whether this law applies among humans themselves, animals, or any other entity, the truth remains clear: strength is the foundation of everything, and weakness has no place in this world.
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On a small planet, thousands—if not millions—of years had passed since creation began, as the planet evolved and humanity gradually flourished upon it.
In the beginning, as history books tell us, humans were nothing but naked creatures, knowing nothing about the world nor about themselves, living in absolute simplicity and complete ignorance.
Or so—or at least—that is what current records state…
For history itself tells us that the description of the "birth of mankind" is nothing more than a theory attributed to the scientist Charles Darwin, who claimed that the origin of all creatures that appeared on the surface of the earth goes back to an ancient animal ancestor…
And that humans were nothing more than descendants of primitive apes who evolved over millions of years.
"What utter nonsense…"
A boy sighed as he flipped through the pages of an old history book he had found tossed in a garbage bin, covered in dust and bits of torn paper.
"Darwin's theory of evolution states that humans originated from apes,
that they evolved from monkeys until they reached the state we are in today.
This scientist was called an atheist, a fool, and an ignorant man as well, for all divine religions confirm otherwise.
Most people believe that the origin of mankind goes back to only two…
Adam and Eve, from whom all humanity descended on earth.
Whether in Islam, Christianity, or several other faiths."
The boy paused for a moment, then continued reading in a low voice:
"Of course, there were the Greeks who differed on this matter, and there were the Mantu who said that humans were nothing but an illusion, created by an ancient dream."
The boy slowly lifted his head and closed the book when he heard a small voice beside him:
"What do you think is the origin of mankind, teacher?"
The young man turned toward the sound to see a boy younger than him sitting by his side.
No older than ten, with blue eyes as clear as a winter sky, and long light-gray hair covering part of his forehead. His clothes were old and worn, as though they had lived with him for decades.
"I believe that mankind also came from Adam and Eve," the young man said softly, his voice filled with conviction. "But I also take into account Charles Darwin's theory of evolution."
"How so?" asked the younger boy, his eyes brimming with curiosity.
The teacher smiled faintly, then said:
"Well… listen carefully.
I believe that the origin of humanity is Adam and Eve. That is something we can never disagree on.
But… if we look honestly at the world around us today, don't you think mankind has returned to being like apes?
I mean…
Wars, killing, slaughter, destruction…
Instinct rules over them now, not reason.
That's why I say Darwin's theory wasn't entirely wrong… his only mistake was saying that the origin of humans was apes.
As for me, I say… the end of mankind will be apes."
The younger boy's smile widened before he burst into a light laugh at such a strange explanation—one that was convincing, in its own way.
"Let's go, you fool!"
Einver smacked Void lightly on the head, then stepped forward, his cautious eyes scanning their surroundings.
It had been years, Einver thought—long, weary years—since the war began.
A war born from the mistake of a damned wretch… and ended with the destruction of the entire planet.
At first, it had been nothing more than an attempt to find the criminal responsible for torturing the prime minister's son.
But afterward… the prime minister began killing anyone suspected of involvement, without any proof.
And after he had executed nearly fifty people by his own hand or by his orders, the people grew weary of the injustice and rose up against the tyrant.
Protests grew, voices cried out, but the prime minister answered only with violence…
He unleashed his army against the people, and the massacre began.
For some unknown reason, the unrest never ceased… it only grew worse with time.
War broke out between the people and the army—everyone fought with ferocity and madness, but it was all in vain.
The army possessed advanced weapons, armor, and everything they needed to fight to the last breath.
And when the people believed themselves completely defeated, western nations intervened, supplying them with weapons under the pretense of "goodwill and aid."
But the truth was obvious…
They simply wanted both sides to destroy each other.
And that was exactly what happened…
The people were slaughtered, the government fell, and then those nations intervened directly and on a larger scale.
Some supported the government, others the people, and all of it dragged the world into a Fifth World War…
A war that led to the death of half the planet's population.
And my father… was one of the men who fought in it…
Einver exhaled quietly, his eyes scanning the area around him.
The land was in ruins: shattered homes, streets drenched in the stench of death and filth, as if the world itself had breathed its last long ago.
Einver and Void continued walking through the wreckage of the ruined houses until they reached a small home at the far end of the village.
"Mother… we're back."
Einver's voice was gentle, warm.
Void went into the living room, while Einver made his way to the small kitchen, where his mother was finishing the meal.
A woman in her forties, with pure black eyes and a tender smile filled with warmth and innocence.
"My dear, welcome back… did Void come with you?"
"Yes."
Einver took the food from his mother's hands and carried it into the living room, where Void sat quietly.
Despite his young age… Einver's mother never revealed herself in front of Void.
Though she considered him as her own younger son, she remained honorable…
And honor, in such a shattered world, had become a rarity—like a precious treasure.
For many had already returned to the ways of their ancestors, and the mingling of men and women had become an ordinary, unshamed occurrence.
Women no longer dressed modestly, and vice had spread into every corner, as though it were nothing more than a natural part of daily life.
.....
After Einver and Void finished their meal, Void quietly stood up, cleared the table, and carefully began washing everything.
"Thank you for the meal, Einver… I'll head out now."
Einver smiled as he looked at him, then took the dishes Void had washed and placed them in the kitchen.
Void was a strange boy to them… after the war, Void's parents had died, leaving him the only survivor of his family.
And Einver had known Void's father, respected him just as he respected his own.
So after his parents' deaths, Einver took him in and cared for him like a younger brother, even teaching him much…
Reading, writing, and even martial arts.
Einver stepped into the small yard and began training quietly.
Some push-ups, then squats, then a plank that lasted a full twenty minutes without moving.
When he finished the physical training, he turned to the wooden weapons stacked before him:
A bow and arrows.
A sword.
A halberd.
A spear.
And several other weapons.
Einver picked up the sword and began training with it. After half an hour, he switched to the halberd… then the spear… and ended his practice with the bow.
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