> They say there was once a god, powerful enough to shape all that exists.
Yet… he was alone.
No voice called back to him. No soul answered his silence.
So he created her — not to serve, but to complete him.
And together, they bore seven children.
But one of them…
One was nothing like the rest.
A heart filled with darkness. Envy. Hate.
He became the enemy.
War broke out.
He was defeated, but not without sacrifice.
One of the gods gave their life to seal him away.
And now… we live in peace.
Or so they say.
Boy (curious):
"So… where's the evil one sealed?"
Grandmother (quietly):
"No one knows. But… some say it's beneath the city of Zuuranism."
Boy:
"Can he come back?"
Grandmother:
"Some say every fifty years… the ground shakes beneath Zuuranism.
And certain people… start having nightmares."
Boy (nervously):
"What kind of nightmares?"
Grandmother (soft voice):
"They say girls hear voices… calling them."
Boy (fear creeps in):
"So… he could come back?"
Grandmother (gently smiling):
"No one knows, dear.
Now go find your mother, Henry."
Henry:
"Okay, Grandma. Bye!"
> As he leaves…
A shadowed figure (uneasy):
"They're coming."
Grandmother (gazing out the window):
"I know...
My daughter had the dream."
Figure:
"Then we need to hide her. Smuggle her out!"
Grandmother (bitter smile):
"No. That's foolish.
Even if we hide her, they'll destroy the city to find her.
The Seal of Velkira is here… and they've already killed eleven.
She's the last."
(voice breaks)
"I'm a mother too.
I don't want to lose her.
But if they take the seal…"
Figure (grim):
"We all die."
Grandmother (resolute):
"Then we fight."
Henry:
"Mom! Mom!"
Mother (worried):
"Henry, you're so late! Where were you?"
Henry:
"At Grandma's. She told me a story…"
Mother:
"What kind of story?"
Henry:
"About a god… and his lover. And their children.
And how one turned evil and might come back."
(quiet pause)
"Is it real, Mom? Is someone really coming back?"
Mother (smiling calmly):
"No, darling. Just old stories passed down by our ancestors."
Henry:
"So Grandma's just trying to scare me?"
Mother:
"She likes to be dramatic sometimes, you know that.
Now go train with your Uncle Malik."
Henry (frowning):
"Ugh! Why always training?! I just wanna play with my friends."
Mother (firm but warm):
"Do what I say, and then you can play after."
Henry:
"No! I'm playing first. Not everything is about swords!"
> Henry ran off, leaving his mother without waiting for a reply.
> Meanwhile, southwest of Zuuranism…
A caravan approached.
But this was no trade caravan.
It was a march of occupation.
Soldier:
"Do you actually believe what that witch said?"
Steve:
"What part?"
Soldier:
"That the seal is here. In this city."
Steve:
"I don't know… but the king believes her."
Wesam:
"That mad king is leading us into war for a damn seal we don't even know is real."
Veteran soldier (calm voice):
"It's not just a story, boy.
Many know the prophecy.
Twelve women must be offered in blood.
They've waited fifty years for this."
Steve (sharply):
"But we have only eleven.
Where's the last one?"
Soldier (grinning darkly):
"She's here.
The damn witch says she's the daughter of one of their priestesses."
Wesam:
"Oh… this just got interesting."
> Henry played hide-and-seek with his friends.
Carefree. Smiling.
Not a single worry about swords, seals, or war.
Just a boy… being a boy.
> In another part of the city,
Martha sat in her wooden chair, stiff and silent,
staring through the window… but not truly seeing what was outside.
She saw only what was coming.
A knock.
Martha:
"Come in."
A weary woman entered.
"Hello, Mother…"
Martha:
"You look terrible, Joanna."
Joanna (sitting):
"You know why, Mother…
Why was I born this way?
It's a curse. Every day it eats at me."
Martha:
"It's not your fate, my child."
Joanna:
"I only wanted to raise Henry like any other mother…"
Martha (softly):
"I know… I know."
Joanna (hesitant):
"Will it end soon?"
Martha:
"I don't know, my dear.
I wish I did."
Joanna (almost a whisper):
"Will I die tonight?"
Martha (snapping upright, grabbing her hand):
"No!
Even if they come…
I won't let them take you.
Not without a fight."
Joanna (quietly):
"They're coming… aren't they?"
Martha turned her face away. Her eyes filled with tears.
Joanna:
"…I understand."
> The sky began to dark
The wind quieted.
Night fell not gently… but like a curtain ripped from the heavens.
At the gates of Zuuranism,
the army arrived.
Tall walls. No movement. No sound.
As if the city itself was holding its breath.
Steve (grinning):
"So this is it?
Looks peaceful.
Beautiful, even…"
(laughs lightly)
"…Let's hope it burns well."
Soldier:
"Let's hope we find the seal.
If not… this whole thing was for nothing."
Suddenly,
a towering man stepped forward from the ranks.
His face rough and cruel,
his eyes pitch black — like two pieces of the night sky had fallen into his skull.
Man (low, rasping):
"I've missed… spilling blood."
> The wind stopped.
The night held its breath.
The curse was waking.