Chapter 1-The Beginning
Chapter One: The Soldier and The Unknown Armor
A soldier wandered from village to village, unwanted and feared. No matter where he went, people turned him away. They said he was cursed. That something followed him—something wrong. But the truth was far stranger than rumors.
One night, while escaping from a unit of armed men, the soldier ran deep into the forest. The moon was high, and shadows danced through the trees. He stumbled upon a cave hidden behind thorned branches. With no other place to go, he slipped inside and kept running, deeper and deeper, until he reached a dead end. There, surrounded by ancient rocks, he collapsed, thinking it was the end.
But then—light.
A strange glow came from between the stones. Weak, flickering… unnatural. He pushed aside the rocks and uncovered a chamber, and at its center: a suit of armor, shining and silent, unlike anything he had ever seen.
It called to him. Not with sound, but with presence. Without much thought—perhaps driven by instinct or fear—he put it on. The moment the armor touched his skin, everything changed.
Screams echoed through the cave. Ghostly figures emerged from the shadows—visions of the past? Or something darker? He fled in panic, only to run into the very soldiers who had chased him.
But now he wasn’t defenseless.
From the armor’s arms, sharp metallic claws launched out, tethered by glowing cables. A small, hidden weapon under his forearm sprang to life. Fire didn't harm him—the suit absorbed it, drank it in. In minutes, the patrol lay dead. The cave was quiet again.
The soldier ran. He found an old barn in a distant village and hid inside. There, he tried to remove the armor—but it wouldn’t come off. Every attempt made it grip tighter. The metal felt alive. It clung to him like a second skin.
When the sun rose, he asked the villagers for help. But seeing his weapons, they arrested him. The local guards tried everything—they couldn’t remove the suit either. Locked in a cell, the soldier used his claws to break through the walls and escape. Again.
And so it continued. Every village rejected him. Some attacked him. Some begged him to leave. He slept in the wilderness, in ruins, in caves. Until one night, exhausted, he found an unfinished house. No roof, just walls and dirt.
He slept.
When he woke, two gravestones stood inside the house, just a few meters away. He stared at them, unable to move. He hadn’t seen them the night before. Names were carved into the stones, but the language was strange—yet oddly familiar.
Startled, he stood to leave.
That’s when the blue laser walls activated, trapping him in place. They appeared in silence, humming softly. Then, a man appeared—tall, calm, his eyes glowing faintly. His voice was quiet but firm.
“You should not have come here.”
The soldier raised his arms in defense, but the man didn’t move. Instead, he asked:
“Why are you running?”
The soldier told him everything. The cave, the armor, the voices, the soldiers, the rejection. The man listened without interruption.
When he finished, the man said:
“You may stay. But don’t touch the gravestones. And don’t ask about the lasers. They were not made for you.”
Then he vanished.
The soldier stepped outside, confused. The village he had entered was different. Quiet, organized. He was taken to the square, where the glowing-eyed man addressed the people:
“This one will remain with us. If you have complaints, speak to me.”
Some villagers nodded. Others stayed silent. Fear and curiosity danced in their eyes.
At first, they ignored the soldier. But as days passed, they began to tolerate him. A few even spoke to him. One of them was Kipak.
Kipak was friendly, curious, and full of questions. The soldier, too, began to wonder.
“Why does every village speak the same language?” he asked one day.
Kipak shrugged. “I’ve never left this village. I don’t know. But I wonder too.”
“Do you know anyone with a horse?” the soldier asked.
“My father has one,” Kipak replied. “But he won’t let anyone use it. Only Ahmet.”
“Who’s Ahmet?”
“The first person You met who could fly. He controls blue lasers like the ones that trapped you.”
The soldier’s mind filled with new questions. Who was this Ahmet? What was this place? And why did the suit—the curse—lead him here?
