chapter 1: life

"Life can be painful, yet it is also full of vitality."

"In a world shrouded in darkness and driven by greed, monstrous creatures known as Majuk emerge as a threat to both society and humanity. To combat these creatures, a special group of warriors is chosen, known as Spao—which means 'warrior' in Ladakhi fight with their life..."

In a quiet village nestled amidst towering mountains and whispering pines, young Fayaz lived with his family. At three years old, Fayaz was a precocious child with a deep love for books, spending hours poring over the pages of borrowed tales, his imagination taking flight with each turn of the page.

But Fayaz's innocent joy was marred by tragedy. His father had passed away when he was just two, leaving behind his mother and two older brothers to fend for themselves. Despite their meager means, Fayaz's family was bound by love and laughter, finding solace in each other's company.But their happiness did not last long.

One fateful evening, as darkness crept over the horizon, a stranger arrived in their village. Tall and imposing, with eyes as cold as the winter's chill, the stranger's presence sent shivers down the spines of the villagers. The family welcomed the person with cautious hospitality, unaware of the danger lurking beneath his polite façade. As the night wore on, whispers of unease rippled through the village, but Fayaz's family remained oblivious to the growing sense of dread. Little did they know, the stranger harbored dark intentions, his arrival marking the beginning of a nightmare they could never Have imagined In the dead of night, as the village slept soundly, tragedy struck with swift and merciless force. Fayaz was spared the horrors that unfolded, shielded from the chaos by the veil of Innocence that cloaked his tender years.

But when dawn broke and the sun cast its mournful light upon the village, Fayaz's world lay shattered at his feet. His family, the pillars of his world, were gone, their lives stolen by the cruel hand of fate. In their place, a void yawning wide, swallowing Fayaz's happiness whole. And as the village mourned the loss of its beloved inhabitants, Fayaz couldn't shake the feeling of unease that clung to him like a shadow, whispering of secrets yet untold and dangers yet unseen.

Lost in a sea of grief, He clung to the memories of his family, his heart heavy with sorrow. But amidst the pain, a nagging question lingered in the depths of his mind: who was responsible for tearing his world apart? With tear-filled eyes and a trembling voice, Fayaz turned to the villagers for answers, his small frame trembling with fear and uncertainty.

"Who... who did this?" he whispered, his voice barely a breath. "Who took them away from me? Why I was not here when my family needed me the most,why!!!!"

The screamed with anger and forestation but what could he do now?

What possibly he could he had gained from this? That is life isn't it.

As he struggled to make sense of the tragedy that had befallen his family. The true faces of his relatives began to emerge from the shadows of grief. Among the villagers, whispers spread like wildfire, revealing long-held secrets and buried resentments.

Fayaz's uncles, once thought to be pillars of support, revealed their true colors as greed and envy clouded their judgment. Their eyes gleamed with avarice as they laid claim to Fayaz's family's meager possessions, their words dripping with false sympathy as they feigned concern for the orphaned child. But amidst the chaos, a flicker of hope emerged in the form of Aunt Leena, Fayaz's mother's sister.

With eyes filled with compassion and a heart overflowing with love, Aunt Leena stepped forward to take Fayaz into her care, offering him a home and a family amidst the wreckage of his shattered world. As Fayaz clung to Aunt Leena's comforting embrace, tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the rain that fell from the heavens above.

"Oh god , why did they do it, Auntie?"

he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

"Why would anyone want to hurt Mama and my brothers.

Aunt Leena's arms tightened around Fayaz, her own heart heavy with sorrow.

"Some people," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion, "are consumed by darkness, Fayaz. They let jealousy and greed poison their souls, blinding them to the pain they inflict on others.

""But Mama always said that love was stronger than hate," Fayaz replied, his voice trembling but resolute.

"She said that as long as we had each other, we could weather any storm." Aunt Leena nodded, her eyes shining with pride.

"Indeed, my dear nephew," she said softly, "your mama was a wise woman. And though she may be gone, her love lives on in you. Together, inshaAllah, we'll find a way to heal, to rebuild, and to honor the memory of those we've lost.

"With Aunt Leena's words as his guiding light, Fayaz took his first tentative steps towards healing, his heart heavy with grief but buoyed by the love that surrounded him. And though the road ahead would be long and arduous,

Fayaz knew that as long as he had Aunt Leena by his side, he would never have to face it alone.