The streets were dark and eerily quiet. Kalin walked alone with his sister Kala, his heart heavy with thoughts of everything they had endured, all the hardships, and every moment he had felt weak.
"Why does everything feel so hard for me?" he whispered to himself. "Why does everyone seem stronger than me?"
A feeling of pent-up anger and sadness began to build within him, heavy, like a massive stone on his chest. All the years he had tried to endure, every moment of pain he had suffered, began to accumulate inside him.
And suddenly, something strange happened. His calm blue eyes began to glow with a deep, dark blue light, shimmering in the darkness. Kalin froze, not understanding what was happening.
"What… is this?" he said softly, trembling.
He tried to suppress the feeling, but the energy erupted suddenly, surrounding his body, a faint halo filling the space.
Kala, holding his hand, was shocked. "Kalin… what's happening?"
But he had no answer. Inside him, something ancient, hidden, and incredibly powerful had surfaced for the first time. The force he had never experienced before appeared for just a few seconds, then vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Kalin stunned and bewildered.
"I… I'm not ordinary…" he whispered to himself, silently in awe.
Then he realized, as if things suddenly became clear: all those times others had thought him weak, all the bullying, all the disregard—it wasn't weakness… it was just preparation for the hidden energy within him, a power that had yet to be unleashed, waiting for the right moment.
Suddenly, from the shadows, the big enemy and the gang who had been watching appeared. They had assumed Kalin was a weak child, an easy target.
But now, their eyes widened with shock and fear. The power that had emerged was far beyond what they imagined. Their arms trembled, their eyelids shook, as if they realized everything they had believed about Kalin was a grave mistake.
One of their previously arrogant voices quivered, "W-what… what is this?!"
Kalin, despite his shock, felt something new inside him: control. He couldn't fully understand everything yet, but he knew this power was a part of him, a part of who he was, and that he could wield it cautiously.
Suddenly, the gang tried to advance, thinking they could harm him. But he was no longer the weak child they expected.
His eyes glowed again, lightly this time, and the pent-up anger and sadness gave him a strange steadiness. Every move they made was calculated; every wrong step would meet an unforeseen reaction.
The first wound came next, bloody and painful: one of them tried to strike Kalin with a stick, but he somehow lost balance in a strange way and fell, a cut on his hand, blood dripping onto the ground. But this was not the end: this was the first heartbreak.
Kalin felt real physical pain, but he also felt emotional shock: for the first time, he realized the power inside him could cause harm, could be dangerous, and could change his life forever.
The gang screamed, trying to retreat, but Kalin did not flinch. It was as if an unknown power supported him, calmed him, and gave him the courage to face everything the world hated about him.
After minutes, everything stopped. Silence returned, but it was different this time. A silence full of respect, fear, and recognition of the true strength Kalin possessed.
Kalin looked up at the sky, at the stars, at the surrounding darkness. For the first time, he felt that this power was not a curse… but an opportunity. An opportunity to protect, to survive, and perhaps, one day, to find his true path home, to his family, to safety.
Kala, small but united with him, held his hand. "Kalin… I will never leave you alone."
Kalin smiled at her, his heart filled with determination. Despite all the pain, despite all the fear, he now knew that the power he had discovered was not only for his anger or sadness—it was to unite him with his sister and make him stronger than he had ever imagined.The night was dark, the air carrying an unusual chill. Kalin stood in the middle of the street, feeling powerless. His heart raced, but he knew one thing: he couldn't allow them to attack his sister or think he was weak.
The gang that had been watching him approached now, confident and arrogant, laughing, mocking him. Their voices filled the dark street:
"Haha, is that all you've got? A little kid who doesn't know how to fight!"
Kalin felt something boiling inside, old anger and pent-up sadness mixed with fear. He tried to remain calm, but suddenly, a strange sensation washed over him. His calm blue eyes began to glow with a deep blue light, radiating a power he had never known before.
The energy erupted from him involuntarily, as if the ground itself trembled from his power.
The gang froze, their faces shifting from arrogance to fear. The weak child they had faced was gone, replaced by an unimaginable force.
One of them tried to step forward to throw a rock, but suddenly, the power from Kalin exploded in a small circle around him. The air vibrated, the ground shook beneath their feet. The rock stopped mid-air and fell motionless.
"What… what is this?!" shouted the leader, fear clear in his voice.
Kalin didn't move, but he felt in control. The power, unknown in its origin, emerged automatically, fueled by anger and pent-up sadness, for just a moment, but it was enough to change everything.
The gang recoiled, stumbled, and no one dared to come close. Those who tried to flee felt the strange pressure surrounding Kalin.
Kala clutched his hand, her eyes full of awe and fear: "Kalin… you… you're so strong!"
He didn't look at them yet. His heart watched, feeling the surge of anger that said: I will not let anyone hurt us again.
And just like that, in one instant, they all ran. Everyone who had been watching, everyone who thought he was weak, vanished from the street. No one dared approach him ever again.
Kalin felt something strange inside: the fear hadn't vanished entirely, but he felt strength, willpower, and control for the first time.
He looked at the sky, at the stars, and smiled faintly. This power, though shocking, was part of him. A hidden force that had been waiting for the right moment to emerge, and now, everyone knew Kalin was no longer a weak child to be underestimated.
Kala held his hand tightly, whispering: "No one will dare hurt us again."
Kalin smiled, looking into the night: "Yes… no one will. This power… it's to protect us, and it's just the beginning of understanding who I really am."
The street returned to quiet, but this time, the silence wasn't frightening—it was respectful. Everyone now knew: Kalin's power was no joke, and anyone who dared approach would pay the price.