Prologue
Rahil Shahzeb
Earth
Hyderabad
Year CE 2017
It was a bright Sunday afternoon. Rahil was on his way out of the house, adjusting his wrist watch when his attention was caught by the whispers coming from his parent's room.
He wasn't normally a person who evesdropped, but he heard his name being spoken. Curious what the talk was about, he bent to the door.
"So, you are saying that Faiza should inherit your empire? Have you gone crazy? She is a girl. She is going to be married to someone someday. I'm not saying she shouldn't inherit anything, but sho knows where her life would take her. You can't just give away everything to some stranger," his mother seemed panicked.
"I definitely am not going to hand it over to Rahil, Daireen. You think I am stupid but trust me, I know things you don't. We might not know where Faiza's fate would take her, but she would be closer to us than wherever Rahil's fate would take him," his father sounded sensible and ridiculous at the same time.
"You know that you make no sense, Arsalan," his mother sounded worried.
"Its about his mother. She marked him at his birth. When the time comes, he has to leave, Daireen. Maybe you and I would never see him again after that."
The door opened but Rahil did not move. He just didn't know how to react.
"What were you talking about?" a sentence finally left his mouth.
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Izara Murashiora
Huriya
Itaca
Year HE 4501
She was sitting in front of her house, looking at her parents talking to some strange person.
"Its mandatory, Ruhuné," the man told her father, "You have to hand her over."
Her parents were refusing to let go. She looked at the mark on her wrist. Her veins had popped out a bit. She could feel the power running through her blood. She had been feeling stronger and stronger every minute since the last few days.
"You know our rules. We would have been happy if it was her brother chosen. She is not meant for this," Her father refused.
"She is your daughter, Ruhunè. You know what would happen. If she doesn't join, she would die."
"You know the rules. And she should die, for being such an unfilial child," her father's words hit her like an arrow. Were these so called rules of her stupid clan more important for her father than her life?
The man gave her a pitiful look and sighed. Her father, Ruhunè, who was unaware of her presence behind him all this while, turned to look at her.
"Get in, girl. Don't you know its improper to stand before strange men in home clothes?"
Izara didn't argue. She turned and walked into her house, a storeyed building which was her prison for now. She had never cared for anything, until now. The only thing she cared about was her life. It was going to happen tonight. She was running away from this hell hole, which she called home.
