Eldrin: The Mysterious Beginning

The ancient warehouse appeared to have resisted the ravages of time, with wounds from spilled paint and worn-out walls. Every crack and stain in the storehouse had remnants of a lengthy history. The iron doors were twisted and torn, evoking an antique sense of a bustling living space. The roof tiles were faded and some were missing, the ancient hardwood floor was cracked and dusty, indicating that it had been neglected for a long time. However, this warehouse remained standing stubbornly, posing a significant deadly obstacle. The paint splashes on their walls resembled battle marks, yet they still had significance. This warehouse used to seem like a bustling location, but today it appears to be a monument dominated by quiet, a moment defying the passage of time.

Our ancient warehouse, which was struggling to exist in peace, is jolted awake by a violent explosion; all of its hooks are shook, and doors and windows are blasted out. As the explosion lights the depot, smoke and flames spread quickly, overwhelming the environment. The flames jump and spread throughout the warehouse, as if it were blazing with its own spirit. This abrupt explosion breaks the depot’s calm and breathes fresh life into it; nevertheless, it also further damages its depleted structure, rocking it dangerously. The flames blazing in the sky like a volcano emerging from your lips and eyes, as if the depot were alive.

With the explosion, two shadows materialize in the darkness of the warehouse, in front of the flames, rushing out to catch the blast behind them. The flames follow them, as if they were chasing them, breathing and waving their clothing as they sweep their bodies. As these two creatures emerge from the darkness, one looks to be a woman wearing a long dark coat, while the other has yellow hair and a red jacket. As their shadows move quickly through the flames, they flee the depot, hurling themselves out and taking their next steps in uncertainty.

The guy comes to a stop at a safe distance and turns toward the flaming warehouse. He is peering through the damaged depot, blazing in the light of the fires, as if he is attempting to discover a secret. The girl follows him, and they glance bravely at the flaming warehouse, as if they are in silent accord, filled with a peculiar exhilaration and curiosity. The sparkle in his eyes indicates his excitement for an impending adventure and a voyage full of unknowns.

A man with dark attire walks through the flames, holding his hands as if the flames might blow. He moves like if he’s dancing with the flames, and as soon as he steps out, his hands softly stop the smoke rising from his garments. His muscular and deliberate movements create a beat that matches the surrounding flames.

The man has a grimy face as he stands between the warehouse and the first two persons to emerge. “Hello again,” he replies, hoping for a response. Then he asks, triumphantly, “Did you think you could escape from me?”

The man stated, “We were not fleeing from you; we were simply fleeing from the fire,” with no fear in his voice. The girl approaches the man with anxiety and stands more confidently.

The nasty person in black in front of them becomes enraged by these statements. He lifts his hand like a whistle from his lips and turns it toward the guy and girl. When you draw shapes in the air with your other hand, something melts. A ball spins in the center of the palm, causing a blue fusion reaction. This beautiful ball dancing amid the flames expands to consume the air around it, and from the outside, it appears to shine like a miniature blue sun.

Frightened, the girl enters the man’s side and tightly grips his arm with her quivering hands. He appears to be hunting for a place to hide, curling his body around the guy. The man disappears into his own thoughts, not recognizing the girl’s touch. As he watches the flames dance, his thoughts shift to equations and scenarios. “Hmm, the cold fusion reaction, it’s interesting,” he says hastily, softly. His voice contains annoyance and eagerness.

“We can’t stop this,” he says to the female next to him while chatting to himself. Looking back at him, he exudes a mix of uncertainty, fear, and resolve. When she says, “Let’s go elsewhere, I think, what do you think?” the girl’s eyes are filled with anxiety and intrigue. He opens his lips, but he cannot respond. Despite her own anxiety, she stands behind the man, as if she trusts him.

Then there’s a black dot in the blue sphere on the man’s hand. This point seems to be mirrored in the eye’s black horizon. It matures into a small-diameter blackberry. It’s like opening a door to the universe’s dark heart. Before reaching their destination, the guy and the light orb turn around and disappear into the black hole. Montenegro fades away forever as it gradually reverts to its original form. The darkness that had veiled his vision spread for a minute, followed by quiet.

After he made his stride, along with the man’s words, the whirlwind of flames ended, and the fire, rising in waves, began to recede, leaving a crimson wrath. As the temperature decreases from its previous density, a tiny rise is sensed in the air, and the burning boards begin to cool. The trees collapse with the scent of burning and take their place, and the flames are fully quenched in a matter of minutes, leaving only a smoke-filled stillness.

The girl begins, feeling the weight of the phrase coming out of her mouth, “All this...” but stops before she can continue it. “How are you...?” he asks, but the numerous inquiries and curiosity that arise in his head are insufficient to form a sentence. He feels like he’s attempting to articulate all of his inquiries in a single line, as if he had to absorb the answer in one breath. The man is hesitant to respond, instead sweeping his gaze around the warehouse and the location where he had previously halted. It appears he is hunting for a clue. “Well, let’s go find this guy and get this thing done,” he replies, immediately turning around and walking. She yells out, “Stop, wait for me,” and rushes to catch her.