- And then he said, closing his eyes as he fell into the darkness, "When I began to descend into the dark abyss, the luminous hand of the god reached out to save me, but I rejected it, accepting my fate."

- Grandpa! That's really lame. I don't believe in God.

- Really? Why's that?

- Because God never showed up, and I've never seen Him. Why would I believe in something I've never seen?

- That's an interesting question. I had a similar question when I was your age, but then my father told me that God is something beyond our comprehension.

- I know that, but that's not enough to prove God's existence, right? If God were real, He'd show Himself.

- God doesn't show up or appear because it's said that when God manifests in the human world, His presence alters reality in a profound way.

- So God never visited humans?

- God can see everything and God is spiritually everywhere , so he doesn't need to. Sometimes, though, God comes into the human world as a human . They're called as ''The Dropped God''

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A majestic blue bird with vast wings and two curved horns soared high above a medieval kingdom's village.

Below, the village spread out in a rustic landscape, with a grand castle towering in its center.

The bird glided effortlessly through the sky, eventually swooping down toward the fields where an old man, bent with age, was laboring over his crops.

Beside the crop field stood a small wooden house, humble and worn from the passage of time.

Behind the house flowed a gentle river, its surface glistening under the midday sun.

In the cool waters, a beautiful young woman with flowing golden hair bathed, her skin glowing in the sunlight.

Her graceful movements reflected a sense of tranquility.

Across the river, on the edge of a dense forest known as the Orkwood , shadows loomed. The thick, dark trees swayed in the wind, and beyond them, the jungle seemed alive, watching. But the woman's attention remained with the river, her mind far from the troubles beyond her reach.

The sound of hooves disrupted the peaceful scene. Seven riders appeared on the road leading to the farm, their horses kicking up dust as they approached.

Six of the riders were soldiers, their chainmail and leather armor clinking with each step of their mounts.

At their helm rode a young man with fiery red hair, dressed in the rich, black attire of royalty. His regal presence commanded attention, his eyes gleaming with a cruel confidence.

The old man, hearing the sound of approaching riders, turned and froze in fear.

His heart sank as his eyes fell upon the young nobleman. "Lord Fuji... he's come," he thought, panic rising in his chest. "What do I tell him?"

The soldiers exchanged words in a foreign tongue, their sharp, elfin ears that are like the old man and the golden hair woman.

As they dismounted, the nobleman, Lord Fuji, let his gaze wander lazily toward the river, where the girl was still unaware of their presence.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, and a sly smile crept onto his lips.

"Wow...She's beautiful... I want her" he thought, dark desire curling within him.

From the dense orkwood forest across from the jungle, a man with flowing black hair was walking on top of the big mountain inside the forest , his figure cloaked in a leather outfit and a cape that fluttered gently behind him.

His ears were not like elf's, giving him exactly human-like features.

A black kitsune mask concealed his face entirely, save for the eye holes through which a pair of piercing blue eyes glinted in the fading light.

His gaze was fixed on the distant castle, moving with a calm stride.

Meanwhile, the old man fell to his knees, clutching at one of the soldier's boots. "Please!" he begged, his voice trembling. "Just give me one more week. I beg you... I will have the taxes ready by then."

Without a word, the soldier kicked him hard in the chest, sending the old man sprawling to the ground. Blood dripped from his mouth as he gasped for breath.

Lord Fuji dismounted, his boots landing heavily on the dirt.

He strode over to the old man and knelt, seizing a fistful of his thin, white hair. "I don't care what your excuse is," he sneered, his voice cold and sharp.

"Pay the tax, and we will leave. If you can't..." He yanked harder, pulling out strands of the old man's hair.

The old man screamed in agony.

By the river, the girl heard the cry. Her heart leaped into her throat. "Grandfather?" she called out, her voice laced with concern. "Are you alright?"

Another scream echoed through the fields.

Fear gripped her as she hurriedly wrapped herself in a simple white cloth, a towel-like fabric she had placed beside the river.

With quick steps, she followed the sound, her feet splashing through the water as she rushed toward the house.

When she rounded the corner, she saw her grandfather lying on the ground, bleeding and broken. Her breath caught in her chest. "Grandfather!" she cried, running toward him.

Before she could reach him, Lord Fuji stepped in her path and grabbed her wrist. His grip was iron, and she winced in pain.

The old man, barely conscious, whispered hoarsely, "Mafisoa... go back inside..."

But Mafisoa's wide, fearful eyes were locked on the nobleman. Her thoughts raced. "The prince of the kingdom? What is he doing here?"

Desperation filled her as she struggled to pull her wrist free from Fuji's grasp. But the more she resisted, the tighter his grip became.

His eyes darkened with fury at her defiance. In a swift, cruel motion, he summoned a chain from the earth beneath them.

The enchanted links coiled around Mafisoa's body, wrapping her tightly and rendering her powerless.

Mafisoa's vision blurred, and before she could utter another word, her consciousness slipped away.

Her body collapsed to the ground, bound by the chains that pulsed with dark magic.

The old man, too weak to move, watched helplessly as his granddaughter lay unconscious before the prince, his heart heavy with grief and despair.

The old man, his voice trembling, pleaded, "My lord, do whatever you want with me, but spare her..."

Fuji, the prince in royal dress, smirked darkly. "Thanks, old man. You've just given me an idea."

The bird, perched on a tree branch, watched silently as its keen eyes shifted toward the jungle, where the kitsune-masked man was approaching.

Turning back to the old man, Fuji said, "I'll give you one more week. But in return, I'll take your granddaughter with me. I'll do whatever I want with her."

"No... please," the old man begged, struggling to rise. But a soldier pinned him to the ground with a swift kick.

Fuji crouched beside the old man, his smile widening with cruelty. "Don't worry. I won't kill her. I'll do to her exactly what my father did to your daughter... and then I'll return her alive."

Without another word, Fuji hoisted Mafisoa over his shoulder and began to walk away, his soldiers following close behind. As he left, he called over his shoulder, "Do whatever you can, old man. It won't matter."

Desperation surged within the old man. Fueled by a final burst of adrenaline, he staggered to his feet, gripping a pickaxe from the field. With a shout of rage, he charged at the prince, his worn legs barely carrying him forward.

The soldiers noticed, but Fuji raised his hand, signaling them to stay back. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

As the old man neared, ready to swing the pickaxe, Fuji casually turned and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the old man's body transformed, shrinking until he was no more than a helpless one-year-old child.

"What... what's happened to me?" thought the old man, his mind still intact but trapped in a body too small to act.

Fuji looked down at him, chuckling. "You're lucky I didn't kill you. For this foolish act, you'll never see your granddaughter again."

"No... please..." the old man, now a child, whimpered in a voice too weak to be heard.

But then, as Fuji continued walking, he felt the weight on his shoulder suddenly vanish.

He turned in confusion, eyes widening in shock. Mafisoa was no longer there.

"What... where did she go?" Fuji scanned the area, his gaze landing on the figure now standing some distance away. The man in the kitsune mask held Mafisoa gently, lowering her unconscious form to the ground.

The bird that had been watching from the tree flew down, perching on the masked man's shoulder.

Fuji narrowed his eyes, his voice dripping with arrogance. "What do you think you're doing?"

The masked man stepped forward, his voice deep and resolute. "Leave."

Fuji laughed mockingly. "Leave? Do you even know who I am? I am Prince Fuji, heir to this kingdom. You dare command me?"

"I don't care who you are," the masked man replied calmly. "I said, go."

Enraged, Fuji turned to his soldiers. "Kill him."

The soldiers unsheathed their swords and rushed forward. But before they could take more than a few steps, they vanished, blinking out of existence in an instant.

They reappeared scattered across the kingdom, miles away from where they had stood.

Fuji's jaw clenched as he looked around in disbelief. "Where did they go?!"

The masked man stood unfazed. "Leave now, or you'll never know."

A cold sweat broke across Fuji's brow as he tried to regain his composure. "What... What do you mean? If I don't leave, are you going to kill me?"

"Yes," the masked man replied, his voice unwavering. "I will."

Fury replaced Fuji's fear. "Such audacity!" He snapped his fingers, the same gesture he had used on the old man. "Turn into a child, now."

Nothing happened. Fuji's power, which had never failed him, did nothing to the masked man. Fuji snapped again, and again, frustration mounting as his magic faltered. "Why isn't it working?!"

The masked man took another step forward. "Now it will work."

With a single snap of his fingers, the masked man reversed Fuji's spell. In a flash, the arrogant prince was reduced to the form of a baby, his royal robes hanging loosely on his small, fragile body.

Fuji, now a child, looked up in horror. "You... you used my own power against me... how?!"

The masked man's voice was low, yet final. "I did. But I'm not going to kill you like this."

He snapped his fingers again, restoring Fuji to his original form.

Panicking, Fuji scrambled to his feet, his mind racing. "Who are you? How are you doing this?"

The masked man didn't answer. His silence spoke volumes.

Fuji's fear spiked. He summoned his magic, chains of shadow rising from the earth to strike at the intruder. But as soon as the chains touched the masked man, they crumbled into dust, powerless.

"I don't know what kind of power this man has..." Fuji thought, dread settling in his chest. "But I've never felt anything like it. And his ears, it's different from ours, it's smaller. Looks like he is different then this village people, I can't risk it."

Fuji then created a small portal beside him and a glowing white sword made with a white glowing material reached his hand and he gripped the sword's hilt tightly.

With a burst of speed, he charged the masked man, moving faster than the eye could track. "Now, you're finished!" he shouted, slashing the blade with all his strength.

To be continued….