Come Back Home

On the cold, stone floor, Zeyn lay, his heart shattered into a million pieces. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the despair that filled the air. Around him, the other prisoners watched, their eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and pity. His eye had turned red, a sign of his torment.

Slowly, a fellow prisoner approached him, his voice heavy with the weight of years gone by. "I've been in here for 50 years," he said, his words echoing in the damp dungeon.

Zeyn's mind raced, grappling with the horror of losing so much time. Memories flooded his mind, of days long past when he was just a child, when the world was full of wonder and promise. But he had always been different, always warned to keep his distance from others.

"Take heart," the prisoner murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "All will be well soon."

KALAHARI THE KINGDOM IN THE SKY

High above, in the ethereal beauty of the Kalahari Kingdom, King Thora sat upon his throne, his heart heavy with foreboding. The air was sweet with the scent of spring, but a chill lingered in his bones. He gazed up at the transparent ceiling, through which the endless expanse of sky stretched out before him.

Thora, a king whose name meant thunder, knew the weight of his own power. Like thunder, he could strike with devastating force, leaving destruction in his wake. But now, he was haunted by dreams of fire, of a power even greater than his own.

"My end time is near," he whispered to himself, the words heavy on his tongue.

As he wrestled with his fears, a figure clad in royal blue entered the chamber, his presence commanding attention. Prophet Apollo, with his piercing green eyes and resonant voice, spoke of impending doom.

"Destruction has landed," he proclaimed, his words a dire warning.

Thora's heart raced as he confronted the prophet, his frustration boiling over. But Apollo remained steadfast, his gaze unwavering.

"Warm the seat while you can, Thora," he warned, before vanishing into thin air.

Alone and shaken, Thora sank to his knees, his heart heavy with the weight of his destiny. But as Queen Kawa entered, her eyes filled with concern, he found solace in her touch.

"Am I truly a destruction?" he asked, his voice raw with emotion. "Don't I deserve this throne?"

Meanwhile, Princess Akira grappled with her own inner turmoil. She had always known that her brother Thora was not the rightful heir to the throne. It was Kanji, with his fire burning bright, who was destined to rule. And yet, she found herself torn between loyalty to her family and the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface.

When Queen Kawa chastised her for her allegiance to Kanji, Akira felt the weight of her decision pressing down upon her. How could she choose between two brothers, between duty and destiny?

As she pondered her next move, a glimmer of hope flickered in her heart. Perhaps there was a way to help Kanji, to free him from his prison and reclaim his rightful place as king. But she would need allies, allies who were willing to defy convention and challenge the status quo.

With determination burning bright in her eyes, Akira set out to forge a path of her own, one that would lead her to the truth and to the destiny that awaited her.

Beliz City

Layla gazed out the window, her heart heavy with worry as the floodwaters continued to rise outside. For three days, relentless rain had pounded Beliz City, trapping her inside her house. She tried to reach Zeyn, but he was nowhere to be found. Doubt gnawed at her mind.

"We're not on good terms, but he wouldn't ignore me like this," Layla muttered to herself, frustration creeping into her voice. "Why won't it stop raining? Why won't he answer?"

As exhaustion weighed her down, Layla drifted into a fitful sleep.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through her dreams, jolting her awake.

"Wake up, wake up! Zeyn is in danger!"

Confusion clouded Layla's mind as she struggled to comprehend the urgency of the situation.

"Zeyn? In danger?" she mumbled, still half-asleep. "But... but Mrs. Williams said I'm a bad influence on him..."

Akira's voice grew more insistent. "Layla, stop! Listen to me. We don't have time. You need to wake up now!"

The force of Akira's words reverberated through the house, causing chaos in the neighborhood. Layla's mother rushed to her room, alarmed by the commotion.

"Layla, what's going on?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Layla, attempting to downplay the situation, replied with a forced smile. "Just a bad dream, Mom. I'm fine, really."

But the lingering sense of unease remained, and Layla knew she couldn't ignore it. She reached for her phone, dialing Zeyn's house in a desperate bid for answers.

The call connected, and Layla's heart leaped with hope.

"Hello? Is Zeyn there?" she asked, her voice trembling.

But instead of reassurance, she was met with a chilling response.

"See what you've done, Layla," Mrs. Andrew's voice echoed through the line. "You'll never see Zeyn again. He's gone, far gone."

The line went dead, leaving Layla frozen in shock and fear. What had she unwittingly set in motion? And where was Zeyn now, in the midst of the raging storm?