Lost King

Zeyn stood in a city reduced to ashes, the acrid smell of destruction hanging in the air. The ruins of Beliz stretched around him, a testament to the devastation that had wiped out everything he had known. As he surveyed the desolate landscape, a small light appeared in the distance, growing larger and more defined as it approached. Eventually, it took the shape of a woman.

"Long live my king," the woman said, her voice gentle yet commanding.

Zeyn blinked in confusion. "Who are you?"

The woman smiled, a sad, knowing smile. "You got contaminated by the things of this world to a point where you do not recognize yourself anymore. My lord, it is me, Akira."

"The city is in ashes and..." Zeyn's voice trailed off as he looked around.

"Shhhh, I know a way out. Follow me," Akira whispered.

She moved gracefully, not touching the ground, more like a fairy than a human. Zeyn, inexplicably, found himself taking on a similar form, his feet no longer feeling the earth beneath him. He followed her, his mind a swirl of confusion and disbelief. They reached enormous gates, as vast and majestic as the heavens themselves.

"Where is this place? Where are you taking me?" Zeyn asked, his voice trembling with awe.

"You have to follow me. We have no time left," Akira urged, her eyes wide with urgency.

But Zeyn hesitated, shaking his head and standing frozen by the gate.

Drrr Drrr.

The sound of his phone jarred him awake. "Another dream," he muttered, reaching for his phone. It was Layla; she had been calling repeatedly while he slept.

"It looks like time is running out... If I go back to sleep, will I be able to carry on with that dream?" Zeyn wondered aloud.

Despite his questions, he slept peacefully until dawn. The alarm woke him, and he realized with frustration that nothing had happened after the dream. Each night the dreams grew more vivid, and yet they left him with more questions than answers. He felt a growing urgency, an impending sense of something significant he couldn't quite grasp.

One thing he knew for sure: his red eye was linked to the dreams. The dreams unfolded like a story beyond his control, unlike his eye, which he had learned to manage, knowing when it would turn red and how to switch it off. But the dreams were different; they were out of his hands. Or were they dreams at all?

Days turned into weeks, and the line between reality and his dreams began to blur. Zeyn's once structured life became a chaotic mix of haunting visions and restless nights. He spent his days at work, a powerful figure running a successful company, and his nights trapped in a surreal world that seemed to be pulling him in deeper.

One evening, as he sat in his luxurious office, Layla knocked on his door and entered. "You look exhausted, Zeyn. Are you alright?" she asked with genuine concern.

"I'm fine, just... restless nights," he replied, not wanting to divulge the strange occurrences that plagued him.

"You know, you can talk to me about anything," Layla offered, sensing his hesitation.

Zeyn considered her offer, the weight of his secrets bearing down on him. "It's nothing I can explain easily. Just dreams that feel... too real."

Layla nodded, understanding the unspoken depth of his words. "Sometimes, dreams are our mind's way of telling us something. Maybe there's a message in them, something you need to understand."

Zeyn appreciated her insight but felt no closer to deciphering the mysteries that haunted him. That night, as he lay in bed, he hoped for answers, for clarity. But the dreams returned with a vengeance.

Akira appeared again, her presence both comforting and unsettling. "My lord, you must remember who you are. The fate of two worlds rests upon your shoulders."

"Who am I?" Zeyn demanded, his frustration spilling over. "What is all of this?"

"You are the king of a realm forgotten by time, a world that needs you now more than ever. You must come back, reclaim your throne, and restore balance," Akira explained, her voice echoing with ancient wisdom.

The enormity of her words weighed on Zeyn, but before he could respond, he woke up, his heart pounding. The morning light streamed through his window, but he felt no peace. The dreams were no longer just dreams; they were a call to action, a demand for him to embrace a destiny he had long forgotten.

Determined to uncover the truth, Zeyn began to delve into his past, seeking clues and connections. The journey was arduous, filled with cryptic messages and hidden dangers. But with each step, he came closer to understanding his true identity and the role he was meant to play.

And as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, Zeyn knew that the answers he sought were not just for him but for a world on the brink of collapse. The dreams were a gateway, a bridge between his current life and the forgotten kingdom he was destined to save.

Chapter 3: A Call For Help

Zeyn's world seemed to unravel before his eyes, a cascade of events triggered by a single article and a revealing glance. As Layla's words echoed in his mind, he felt the weight of his secrets pressing down on him, suffocating him with their implications.

The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a harsh light on the chaos unfolding outside. Reporters clamored at his gates, hungry for a story that would captivate the masses. Zeyn, once a powerful figure, now felt like a pawn in a game he didn't understand.

Layla's voice broke through the turmoil, a lifeline in the storm of accusations and betrayal. But even her assurances couldn't quell the rising tide of panic and uncertainty.

Zeyn paced the room, his mind racing with possibilities. How had it come to this? How had he, a man of wealth and influence, become the target of such relentless scrutiny?

With a heavy heart, he realized that the world he had built was crumbling around him. His empire, his reputation, his very identity—all were at risk of being torn apart by forces beyond his control.

As he sank into despair, a voice cut through the chaos, pulling him back from the brink. Akira, his guardian and confidante, stood before him, her eyes filled with sorrow and determination.

"My lord," she said, her voice a whisper in the tumultuous air. "We must flee. The Andrews are closing in, and time is running out."

Zeyn's heart raced at her words, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a newfound resolve, he gathered his strength and prepared to face the challenges ahead.

Together, Zeyn and Akira embarked on a journey into the unknown, leaving behind the shattered remnants of Zeyn's former life. As they vanished into the shadows, they knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But with each step, they moved closer to uncovering the truth behind Zeyn's mysterious past and unlocking the secrets of his hidden identity.

For Zeyn, the journey was far from over. But as he gazed into the unknown horizon, he knew that whatever lay ahead, he would face it with courage and determination. And with Akira by his side, he would never be alone.