Mishal, a five-year-old boy, found himself in a strange and unexpected situation one stormy night. A mysterious woman had suddenly appeared before him, and fear gripped his tiny voice as he asked, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
The enigmatic woman, attempting to soothe the terrified child, spoke gently, "Don't be frightened. I'm the one who rescued you. If you want, you can become my student. I'll teach you everything - how to fight, drive, and even different languages. If you follow me, you could become one of the world's most formidable individuals in 20 years. However, if you prefer, I can take you to a safer place where your parents won't find you, and you can lead a peaceful life. What do you choose?"
Mishal was shocked by the revelation that his parents had valued him at 50 million dollars and were willing to sell his organs for money. The cruelty of it all sent chills down his spine.
The woman continued, her voice a mix of authority and kindness, "I'm the one who saved you, child."
Stammering in the face of such overwhelming information, Mishal asked, "Who are you? What's your name? What should I call you?"
"If you decide to be my student, you can call me 'godmother.' You'll learn about my background in due time. Tell me, do you want to become the most powerful person in the world or live an ordinary life? The choice is yours. You can even seek revenge against your family, who treated you like a commodity. Think it over; if you follow me, you can have anything you desire in the future."
Mishal pondered his options, fear mixing with curiosity. There was something undeniably intriguing about this woman, despite the danger that seemed to surround her.
Seeing his hesitation, the woman said, "I'll return tomorrow. Rest for now."
After she left, Mishal lay on the bed, thoughts racing. The revelation about his parents' intentions weighed heavily on him. Despite his tender age, he understood that he needed strength to protect himself and take revenge on those who had betrayed him.
The next day, the mysterious lady returned with breakfast for Mishal. She looked at him intently and asked, "Have you made a decision?"
With unwavering determination in his eyes, Mishal replied, "Yes, I'm ready to be your student."
The lady was surprised by the strength in his gaze, uncommon for someone so young. She smiled and said, "Then, you can call me 'godmother.'"
Their journey had begun, but it would be a challenging one. The lady warned, "Becoming my student won't be easy. You'll endure hardship, undergo intense training, and experience pain. Are you prepared for that?"
Mishal nodded firmly, "Yes, I'm ready."
"Good," she said, "But first, you need to recover. Your current condition isn't suitable for training."
She handed him a red pill and instructed him to take it. Without hesitation, Mishal swallowed the pill.
Over the following week, Mishal's body began to heal and grow stronger. He became more robust, and his determination deepened. During this time, he and his godmother bonded and got to know each other better.
When he had fully recovered, they left the hotel and found a striking red Lamborghini waiting for them. As Mishal got into the car, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you rich?"
The godmother chuckled, a mysterious glint in her eye. "You won't understand that just yet. You'll learn as we go."
They headed to the Los Angeles airport and boarded a private jet, where they were greeted by two soldiers who showed great respect to the godmother. Mishal couldn't help but wonder about her true identity.
As the jet took off, Mishal gazed out of the window, his curiosity growing. He turned to his godmother and asked, "Where are we going?"
She glanced at him with a cryptic smile and replied, "To the mountains."