Earth, Year 3016, Month 10
On this earth sin began... and on it it will end.
Seventeen years ago
A beam of light pierced the sky on a clear night, like a shooting star pelting the demons of temptation.
The air was cold and the sky silent except for the sound that pierced the darkness.
Somewhere, a girl stood looking out of
her window, gazing up at the sky
Her features were indistinct, only her eyes followed the light that hovered in the sky.
Suddenly, strangely, the light changed direction. A feeling of astonishment consumed her.
The girl lifted her elbow from the window and took a step back after seeing the light heading toward her.
She ran to the table and grabbed a sword in her right hand. She didn't understand what was happening; the light drew near and then rushed toward her.
She swung her sword, but it easily dodged the blow and pierced her stomach.
It all happened so fast... The girl fell to the ground, unconscious. Her heart beat slowly, as if it were about to stop
It was only a few minutes before several people entered. Everyone present, including the girl lying on the ground. None of them were visible, only moving shadows.
Sixteen years ago"
"Don't worry, this is a child. I will take good care of him, I promise you. This child will be like my grandson, don't worry."
The person speaking was wearing a black robe, completely invisible, and in front of him were three people: a child, and two adults. Their images were dark; no one could see their features.
"We are counting on you... Take good care of my child."
"The present time"
A powerful scream cuts through the air, followed by ragged breaths.
A nine-year-old boy screams with all his might.
A feeling of helplessness and fear permeates his body; his heart beats wildly. A child with white hair and dark eyes shines with terror mixed with astonishment.
"Where are you? Where are you?"
His cries grow louder, his groans rise, as he walks among ruined houses and destroyed roads. Every step weighs heavily on his heart with fear, and the smell of smoke fills his lungs
He was carrying a doll with a severed hand, white wool protruding from its neck. "Brother... where are you?"
Tears streamed from his wide eyes, and his pale face was red from the intense heat, bearing burn marks etched across it.
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Fire everywhere, the air acrid, the smell of burning flesh mingling with the rising smoke, and flames panting through the alleys. The fires raged fiercely in the streets of this large city. Smoke rose to the sky, forming black clouds, as if a torment had befallen the city.
Its streets were empty... only corpses lay scattered on the ground. Not one of them was whole; some were headless, some handsless, and others were nothing but bodies without limbs or a head.
The child was still wandering among the shattered houses, hearing no sound but his own and the sounds of the houses being consumed by the flames
Suddenly, amidst the shadows of the ruined houses and shattered walls, a black shadow appeared, watching the child. It was impossible to say for sure whether it was a man or a woman, a human being or something else.
It began to speak, but its words were unclear; the language it spoke was incomprehensible.
"Even if you go to the ends of the earth, boy, I will find you. You will not escape me... Do not blame me, but this is your destiny that has chosen you."
The words crept into the boy's ear, but he understood nothing.
He looked right and left, but saw no one but fire and smoke. The child trembled, felt fear, and stammered, "Who... who are you?"
The mysterious figure suddenly appeared before the boy, but the boy saw only a black shadow standing before him. The black shadow seized the child by the neck and said in an arrogant voice, "Today you will taste a torment worse than death."
The boy's face reddened even more, and he gasped for breath. The black entity grinned, and with lightning speed, ascended into the sky with the boy, stopping among the black clouds.
The child couldn't utter a word; his tongue lolled out from the tight grip on his neck. The black shadow looked down at the city below, engulfed in flames, and with a swift movement, the fire intensified and the temperature soared.
The child began to sweat even more than before; his clothes caught fire, and his body began to melt. "Haaaaaah!" the child screamed after the shadow loosened its grip.
"Aaaaaah..." His hair caught fire, and an unnatural pain surged through him. He let out a scream that anyone alive in the city would have heard.
"Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!!!" A strange voice came from the black shadow: "Waaaaaa! Aaaaaa!"
The child's hair was all gone, and he appeared bald. The pain he was experiencing was unlike anything he had ever known. Suddenly, he lost consciousness: he could not bear the pain.
When the black phantom saw the child had lost consciousness, he waved his hand again toward the city, and the flames subsided. Then he pointed at the child, and his hair returned to its former state.
So did his body and his clothes.
The boy groaned, then awoke. With black eyes, he gazed at the shadow in pain. The muscles of his hand tightened, and his breath came out sharp. The healing did not extinguish the pain
Then the torment began again... and again his clothes melted, his body burned, his hair disappeared, and bones from his hands and legs emerged. He lost consciousness again.
Then he was healed. And the torment began a third time. Yes, the entity was tormenting the child. As for the reason, only the Black Shadow knew.
The torment was repeated countless times. And after a day, although the boy was healed, he did not wake up. He looked like a lifeless corpse. The Shadow spoke: "His soul seems to be fading away."
Torturing a child in that way was not for pleasure or a feeling of ecstasy; it was for an end the Shadow wanted to reach. Having said that, he threw the child into the fire. His body began to melt, and at that moment something came out of his body.
"And finally... this torment is over."
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This is what the thing that came out of the boy said. The city disappeared, as if it were just a mirage. The air crackled, the image of the place shattered, there was nothing but darkness. And in that darkness, some words were waxed: "Eusebier... Eusebier... Eusebier."
A person opened his eyes, he was sweating and his breathing was rapid. He groaned, saying, "Ouch... my head."
"The same nightmares again?
Yes... I feel like my head is going to split in two."
"These nightmares have been bothering me lately. I wonder what's causing them?"
"I wish I knew myself."
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The person lying down was Iosafir, with very thick, fur-like hair, as black as a moonless night, and eyes as black as his hair, or even blacker. His nose was sharp, and his clothes were black with
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his shoulders, his eyes closed, his skin very white, slightly thin, and his clothes white mixed with silver.
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"Tomorrow we begin our journey, let's hope we find the cause of these nightmares."
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Iosafir nodded: "But we mustn't forget the reason for our journey."
Yuray smiled: "I know, I know... the remnants of war, as the old man said."
When he mentioned the old man, a hint of sadness appeared on Iosafir's face
Do you think we'll find it?" asked Yuray
We'll try, we'll do what we can."
Then, Issafer took an old book out from under his pillow and began to stare at it.
"War remnants... what are these remnants?" wondered Yuray.
Issafer replied, "We were young then, that's why the old man said: You'll know everything in the future. He prevented me from
It's the ninth day.
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"And we also hope to find a cure for your nightmares. And let's not forget that we're stuck on Level 1: if we don't get off this island, we won't know the way forward."
"You're right, we have to find a way to level up quickly, and also find that bastard from my nightmares. If he's real... I'll tear him apart."
Iosafer sat down and began to leaf through the old book, then smiled: "I have a goal to achieve no matter what."
Yuri smiled: "You mean that world you saw in your first nightmare? I'm eager to see it, but can you make this world like it?"
"We'll try... even if we have to destroy this world." Iosafer was silent for a moment, then continued: "That's why we have to find the remnants of war... everything connected to it."
Knock knock knock
"Brother Issaphir, brother Yuray, are you here?"
"Come in," said Yuray.
A small boy opened the door, his bright eyes looking at them. "The village chief is waiting for you at the shore."
"Looks like they've finished with the boat," said Issaphir. Yuray nodded. "Just in time."
Issaphir and Yuray stepped out of the hut, the sun's rays warming them, while a strong wind whipped against them, carrying with it a sea breeze.
Issaphir looked up at the village stretching out before him.
Rows of wooden huts scattered down the slope, topped with piles of yellowing straw, while a grid of paths, like a handwriting marking a passage, surrounded the road
Above them are mounds of afternoon dust, while the road is bordered
by stone bricks laid out like a handwriting pattern, tracing a path through the place.
In front of each hut is a small garden enclosed by a simple hedge. Medium-sized trees stand there, their branches swaying slowly in the wind, their yellow leaves falling over the thatched roofs, adding to their beauty and tranquility.
Every house and every garden is alive, the sunlight casting warm shadows on their faces.
In the small fields, he saw men bending over the earth, tilling the soil with a skill their bodies had grown accustomed to over the years.
And between the gardens, children ran ceaselessly, shouting and laughing, chasing each other across the dew-drenched grass
The village was bigger than expected. Single-story houses stretched for a distance that swallowed the horizon, and the smell of damp earth mingled with the scent of wood and straw, giving the place a life unlike any other.
As they walked on, a child appeared before them on a tall pole, wearing a deer mask. In his hand was a violin that seemed to be his own invention, for it looked very bad, but nevertheless, it was playing some tunes.
On the ground lay some girls as if unconscious, with some beautiful flowers beside them and small dolls in front of them.
"Ha ha ha! I have taken your children, and I will take them away!"
While another child stood before them, laughing, he was holding a small toy that looked like an insect.
Iosafir stood watching the children playing and smiled as he remembered the good days he had spent there. They truly were good days
As soon as the children saw Iosafer and Urai, the child jumped down from the pole, the girls woke up, the laughing child fell silent, and then they ran towards them.
"Brother Iosafer, brother Urai! Why aren't you watching our show? It's wonderful."
"We're busy," Urai opened his mouth. "The village chief called us."
He apologized to the children, and then one of them said, "When you're finished, you must come and watch our show."
"All right," said Iosafer, giving the children a thumbs-up.
Then he and Urai, with the child beside them, continued on their way. Whenever they passed someone, the person either smiled at them or waved. The two were very well-liked, especially Iosafer, whose first steps had been on this island. The villagers had seen him grow up before their very eyes, even though he had no parents, only an old man
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The two walked along a path between dense trees shedding their pale yellow and orange leaves, and soon reached the beach.
The beach was deserted, quiet and the scent of the sea mingled with the cool morning breeze. Only a small boat lay on the sand, and in front of it, an old man with a straw hat shaped like half an orange, dressed in green.
He was so old that his face was full of wrinkles, and in his hand, he leaned on a small cane.
Beside him stood two middle-aged men who smiled as soon as they saw Yusafir and Yuray.
"Your boat is ready, boys."
Yusafir smiled. "Thank you, Grandad, we've kept you busy." Yusafir bowed slightly
"Tsk! What are you saying, boy? You're one of us, no need for formality. Anyway, did you both like the boat?"
Yusafir looked, and so did Yuray, though his eyes were closed.
"It looks good. The important thing is that it gets us off this island to the other side."
"Don't worry, it'll be enough. It's not far; only forty kilometers to the west."
The island they lived on was a little big: its length
The island that
was a little: it was
four kilometers long and 1.5 kilometers wide.
"Have you decided? You're leaving tomorrow?" the old man asked.
"Yes," Isaphir replied. "Tomorrow will be the end of our journey on this island."
The old man stared at them, a wave of memories of Isaphir and Yuri when they were very young flashing before his eyes.
Though sadness appeared on his face, he quickly hid it and said, "Come on, you must go back and prepare yourselves. You have a long journey ahead of you."
The old man walked on, and everyone followed him. Isaphir and Yuri looked at the old man's back, and nostalgia washed over them; this old man had done so much for them.
Inside the hut, Isaphir stood before a table, and in front of him
Inside the hut, he stood
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He tried, and stopped
Yuri, and on the table was a map.
. "Are you sure about this map?" asked Yuri.
. "No, but the important thing is that we know there is a continent to the west.
We will go towards it. This world cannot be trusted, the old man confirmed."
As they were talking, they heard a shout from outside, "Brother Isopher, Brother Yuri!"
The two went out, and there was the same boy who had come a little while ago. He was panting.
. "What is it?"
. "There's a ship coming towards us."
Is it for the army?" asked Yuri.
"No! The banner it flies is different from the banner of the Church of the United Nations... They're rebels! It's the same rebel who came three months ago and was beaten by my brother."
"What? Has he come for revenge?" smiled Yuri. "It seems so," he replied with a smile.
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