"World is an abstract of unknown Mysteries" .

Wonder is what its another name is, while few are visible to the human eye and the rest aren't. While those people of the world, lived their life so much immersed in the worldly pleasures, there happened to be lot of mysterious events happening around them, which they were blind of, for years and years.

The deepest and greatest of all the oceans in the world, the big blue Pacific was the supreme holder of those massive mysteries.

Deep, deep and deep below the land of the Indies, there clung a small trefoil shaped land, conjoining itself as one among the giant water body, the blue pacific. Only noticing the behavioural aspects of the Brazilians, they stayed concealed from the eyes of the ordinary people, who they addressed as Plebians( plebs).

They proudly called their land as TriOgle with a puffed up chest, full of freedom and vanity.

The Ogles stayed at three different lands, as per their status of power and positions, while the lands joined with each other through isthmus. Hepton was the land that stayed at the top, while Neyley and Petulando at the bottom.

"PPUUFFF"

It was how a boat full of cloaked sailors went into thin dust one fine afternoon and disappeared from the eyes of the Plebians, who monitored the ocean for safety.

It was puff, puff and puff all over the east and southern coast of the pacific ocean, every now and then, that shook up the ordinary people, making them wonder about the consecutive mysterious events.

People feared sailing in small canoe's across the pacific, since the disappearance of those several sailors thrilled the people during the 18th century.

It was the only news across the nations for centuries, who believed the sailors as innocents, to have fell into the worlds dangerous curse, without any prior warning.

Poor them, worried and prayed in memory of the vanished sailors without letting slip of their memory, which is good for them to remember in such a way. It would make them feel completely devastated, if they get to know the truth one day, which would never happen and something an ordinary would never get to believe too.

[ REPORTING FROM CHILE]

[ IT WAS AT THE DAWN OF SEPTEMBER 13, A CIVILIAN HAD REPORTED TO SEE A SINGLE SAILED CANOE DISAPPEAR FROM HIS SIGHT, WHEN HE WAS AT THE KENGOE RESORT, EXPLORING THE OCEAN VIEW WITH HIS FAMILY]

[AS PER HIS STATEMENT, IT IS CLEAR THAT HE WASN'T SURE ABOUT THE MAN'S DISAPPEARANCE OF A SUDDEN, SINCE HE IS TOO MUCH FAR AWAY FROM THE SOUTHERN PACIFIC]

[ HE ASSUMES THE PERSON TO HAVE FLED TO OTHER DIRECTION OR TO HAVE TAKEN AWAY BY A SQUALL OR DEEP FALLS]

[ THE COUNT GETS STRONGER AS THIRTEEN, SINCE THE BROADCASTING HAD TAKEN THIS ISSUE INTO CONSIDERATION FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS]

[ THIS IS REPORTER FELIX, STAY TUNED WITH CHN FOR DAILY UPDATES]

" Oh my goodness! I can't believe this imprudent youngsters to have brought another bad news home. How woud I calm down this issue once again? Ah!!! The ministry... I almost forgot them. I had to put an end to all these!"

" Mr. Rowan I don't think this, as a problem of your position alone. I think, Ministry of Hepton might take serious action against this, for the one's who acted up against the rules".

" SHUT UP, YOU STUPID VILLOW! Why don't you understand the Orders of power in ogle, even though you serve here for an year of two", Mr. Rowan yelled at the young villow, named scizian who served him by his side in all occassions.

Villow is a name of a powerful position given to a man at TriOgle, who served under a Headman or Commanding officer as a second commanding person.

Scizian Heqkard, was a man in his twenties, humble, bit slow but smart fellow who took the position of his father soon after his death.

To his luck, a Headman from Petulando was chosen as the incharge of TriOgle, which was a very rare event in history.It was a known fact to all the Ogles, that Hepton would always take the lead of being the dominant and the ones with power, having the advantage of an Original.

Several many years after Kerdvil Moore, Mr. Rowan Zieve Jexi, advanced to the position of the Headman of TriOgle, an prestigious position, who had to take care of all the external affairs of the three nations, altogether.

Mr. Rowan seemed to be in a rush somewhere, whose face looked a bit tensed, where his furrowed eyebrows seemed to drop down till his nose, expressing a slight rage.

The place he stood seemed like his private room, highly ceilinged and vast spaced, that merely seemed like a hall.

It was such a room any men in the world would love to stay in, an antique space with greyish tint all over the walls.

Hanging down the vast vaulted ceiling, was a huge candle chandelier, that literally gave light to the whole room making it bright and elegant.

Wearing on his big brown mantle, the six foot tall Headman was then ready to reach the battle front, a battle of words with the neighboring leaders. Brushing off his yellowish hair completely backward, the man seemed perfectly cool as a man in power, stroking off his ducktail beard with his huge hand.

Walking past his long working table, Mr. Rowan got a peek of a small head, whose face seemed to have glued on the table.

To make sure who that was, Mr. Rowan slightly moved his body to the right and got pretty disappointed to his responsible villow, drowsing on the table in just a very short span of time, while he was out to get ready.

He did nothing, not even a small groan, but walked straight to the table and stood infront folding up his hands in front.

The shadow of his huge figure fell on the youngsters face that eventually, made his face frown for a second, " I've never seen a man get tired too easily, just within minutes of waiting. Are you joining me or shall I leave alone?".

With his wide set eyes bulging out of anger, Mr. Rowan asked him posing out an devilish smile, making his ducktail beard move down until he dropped the smile.

" Uh... Mr. Rowan. I.. I came here to inform you about their arrival. I..I'll do the preparations right away", stuttered the young man, who got pretty much shocked to see his Headman's terrifying face.

Holding a small parchment in his hand, scizian ran out of the room in a hurry, before his headman would punish him for his heedless behaviour.

Before he could even reach the door, a lightning from Headman Rowan's fingers travelled fast in the air and hit the youngsters butt in a blink of an eye.

It was the loudest scream one might have heard at petulando.

Screaming at the top of his voice, Scizian bounced up as high as a kangaroo holding his hands on his back, and hit the ground unconscious, duly electrocuted by the strongest FULGUROUSE spell.