what's gonna happen

Dave and Hina were so close at school that their friendship became the talk of the school. It seemed that the whole school disliked Dave, except for a few who didn't mind that he was an Izigan. But when Hina, the beautiful new girl, arrived, she quickly became a sensation. Despite the whispers, Dave didn't mind; Hina's company eased his loneliness. Hina, stunning and often called an angel in human form, clearly wasn't an Izigan—she bore none of the telltale tattoos that Dave had, which were visible up to his neck.

In class, Dave and Hina always sat together, much to the dismay of Dave's usual tormentors. After class, as they walked out together, Derek and his gang blocked their path in the hallway, attracting the attention of everyone around.

"Where do you think you're going, hey pretty lady? We're here to save you, princess," Derek jeered, reaching out to touch her.

Disgusted, Hina quickly brushed his hand aside. "Get your hands off me! What do you want?" she demanded.

"We're just here to deal with our little friend here," Derek replied, nodding at Dave. "Excuse us, I need to have a word with him." With that, Derek pulled Dave aside to a corner where their conversation could remain private, leaving Hina and the rest of the students watching anxiously.

"Meet me at the car park tomorrow at five. Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you. Some important people just want to see you. And come alone. Don't tell anyone, not even your girlfriend. You know what will happen if you don't make it," Derek whispered, so only Dave could hear. He smiled at Hina, who shot him a wary look, before walking away.

Hina noticed the distress in Dave's eyes as Derek left. He seemed frozen, his eyes darting around as though he'd seen a ghost. "Is everything okay, Dave? What did he say?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"He was just asking about you, that's all. Wanted to know when I'd be free to chat," Dave lied, trying to sound casual.

"But you said he's the one who bullies you at school. Why would he change all of a sudden? Tell me what he really said," Hina pressed.

"Yeah, that's really all he said. Nothing to worry about. How about your dad? He seems cool, always picking you up in that fancy car," Dave quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, my dad? Yeah, he's the coolest," Hina replied, but her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

They reached the front of the school just as Hina's father's car pulled up. Her father stepped out and opened the door for her. Hina's mood shifted noticeably; she couldn't maintain her facade of cheerfulness as she climbed into the car.

Hina didn't return Dave's look through the window; instead, she stared straight ahead, pretending they weren't close. Dave sensed something was off. "That doesn't look like a happy family," he muttered to himself.

On the drive home, Hina and her father, a stern-looking Japanese man, rode in silence. Her father's face was a mask of seriousness. Finally, he spoke, his voice firm as he caught her eye in the rearview mirror. "Who was that boy you were with? I need answers now," demanded Sir Frederick.

He's just a friend, Dad. Is there something wrong with that?" Hina asked.

"You've only been at that school for four days and you're already making a boyfriend? What about the girls?" Sir Frederick said.

"I'm not the one to decide what friends I should have; you're not living my life," Hina retorted.

"You're just like your mother, stubborn and wouldn't listen. That stubbornness is exactly why she died," Frederick snapped.

The harsh words brought back painful memories of her mother, who had passed away a few years earlier. Tears rolled down Hina's cheeks, but she kept her anger in check as the car journey continued.

Meanwhile, Dave arrived home and headed straight to his room, bypassing his mom who was in the kitchen.

"Dave, how was school today?" his mom, Rita, called out, hoping he would answer.

"It was good," Dave replied, though his mind was elsewhere.

He settled onto his bed, his gaze wandering around the room as if he was trying to remember something important. After a moment, he began rummaging through wardrobes and drawers. Eventually, he found what he was looking for—a strange orb, black and blue with peculiar markings, which he had kept secret for a long time, even from his mom.

The memory of the day he received the orb echoed in his mind. It was years ago, when Dave was eight, and his entire class had visited the city of Encounter in Saudi Arabia. This city was known for its monumental ship also known as the city of the great encounter. The ship, visible from miles away and housed the largest Izigan museum—a tribute to the Izigan heroes who died trying to stop a war. That trip had marked a turning point as the unexpected happened that day, after which his schoolmates began to view all Izigans with disdain, especially Dave.