The forest stretched out before him, towering trees with twisted, gnarled trunks reaching up like ancient sentinels. Their canopies blocked out much of the sunlight, casting the entire place in deep shadow. Nur started exploring the dense forest aimlessly looking for the exit.The deeper he went, the more lost he felt.
"Damn it,how deep is this forest! there's so much shit going on, everything is so weird man." he talk to himself to let out some anger and fear.
Out of nowhere, a blue flame suddenly appeared on his right hand palm burning his skin immediately."WAH-WHAT THE FUCK!" He started rubbing his palm on grass trying to get rid of the flame but failed.He had to act fast—he needed help.
In the distance, through the shifting shadows of the trees, he saw a figure—someone walking slowly through the forest. At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him. But no, there was a person, a wanderer, moving through the dense woods as though they belonged there. The figure seemed calm, unhurried, unaffected by the strange energy that hung in the air.
Nur's breath hitched. Could this person help him? He had no choice but to find out.
With his injured hand still stinging, Nur pushed himself forward, ignoring the pain and fear that clawed at his chest. The glow, now almost faint, pulsed with an urgency that seemed to mirror his own racing heart. He stumbled through the thick underbrush, forcing his way through branches and vines, his mind focused only on the stranger ahead.
As he grew closer, he could make out the silhouette of the figure more clearly—a man, dressed in a cloak that blended with the shadows of the forest. His steps were steady and measured, as though he knew exactly where he was going. But there was something odd about the way he moved. His footsteps barely made a sound, as if he were floating just above the ground, his presence barely disturbing the stillness around him.
"Hey!" Nur shouted, his voice breaking through the silence of the forest. "Please! I need help!"
The figure didn't flinch at the sound. Instead, he slowed his pace and turned toward Nur, his face hidden beneath the shadow of his hood. The man's presence was oddly calming, but it also filled Nur with a sense of unease. There was something about him—something ancient, as though he had been part of the forest for far longer than Nur could comprehend.
The man's voice was low and smooth, like the sound of wind through the trees. "You're hurt," he said, his eyes glimmering beneath the hood. "Let me see."
Nur's heart skipped a beat. He held out his burnt hand, the pain still sharp, radiating up his arm with every passing second.
The stranger studied the burn without touching it, his eyes narrowing slightly as though assessing the injury. "This is no ordinary burn," the man said quietly. The stranger spat on his palm making the blue flames went away. Nur gasped as the liquid touched his skin. It was cold, almost freezing to the touch, and the pain that had been consuming him seemed to fade in an instant, replaced by a soothing sensation that spread through his whole arm. The burn seemed to heal before his very eyes, the skin slowly regenerating until it was smooth again. The dark, angry mark faded, leaving no trace of the injury at all.
"What was that?" Nur whispered, still staring at his hand in disbelief with how easy the stranger make the flame went away."I-i don't understand a single thing that is happening to me right now!"
"Tell me your story young man" The Stranger asked him in a soothing voice.
"I am actually not from here, i was just playing game in my room and suddenly a weird energy took me here!" Nur said.
"Game? never heard of those, tell me your Kingdom name maybe i could help you" The stranger offering for help.
"K-Kingdom? We-well if you're asking for my country name it's Malaysia and i lived in Johor" Nur told the stranger in a confused and uneasy way.
"I see..You should not have come here," the stranger hissed, his voice cold, filled with an ancient anger. His hand shot out, gripping Nur's throat with surprising strength, lifting him off the ground. The grip was like iron, cold and suffocating, and Nur struggled to breathe as his vision blurred from the pressure.
"What—what are you doing?!" Nur gasped, panic flooding his chest. His heart pounded wildly as the world around him seemed to narrow down to nothing but the crushing grip around his neck.
The stranger's face was inches from his, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "You are an outsider." The words were harsh, like a warning and a judgment all at once. "The power within you—your very presence—stirs the balance. You do not belong here."
"NO!" Nur screamed, desperation and instinct fueling his voice. He felt the the same unknown power from before surge inside him like an explosion, uncontrolled and wild, but this time, it wasn't the darkness that consumed him. It was his will, his determination to survive, to not be destroyed by this strange, unknown force.
The power rippled outward, and in an instant, the stranger was thrown back with a violent force, his grip breaking as he was sent tumbling across the ground. Nur hit the ground hard, gasping for air, his lungs burning as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened. His body felt drained, the dark power inside him still simmering, but now, something had changed. He had tapped into it—he had controlled it, if only for a brief moment.
The stranger slowly rose to his feet, his expression unchanged. There was no fear in his eyes, only cold recognition. "You do not understand the power you wield, boy," he said, his voice lower, tinged with something darker. "It is not a gift. It is a curse. And it will consume you."
"I don't care what you think I am," Nur spat, his voice hoarse but steady. "I'm not just going to lie down and let you kill me." His hand clenched into a fist, the dark power still swirling inside him, waiting to be unleashed. But this time, he didn't feel helpless. He was aware of it, in control. For the first time, he felt a flicker of certainty, a quiet strength that made the darkness feel less like a monster and more like a tool he could wield.