It was an ordinary evening, on an almost deserted street, where only the wind's whisper stirred the darkness. A young boy, his black hair slightly falling over his forehead, walked at a steady pace. His striking red eyes seemed to reflect the city's rare lights. He held a bag in his hand, quickening his steps.

— I need to hurry home, he murmured, his voice soft and innocent.

As he passed a dark alley, he suddenly stopped. Two men were there, assaulting a terrified girl. One of them was holding her wrist tightly, while the other hurled vile insults at her.

The boy frowned, though a faint smile lingered on his face. He calmly stepped toward them.

— Good evening, gentlemen, he said in a tone almost sing-song, though laced with a peculiar anger.

The two men turned their heads toward him. One of them, a tall man with a rugged face, narrowed his eyes.

— What do you want, kid? he growled. You'd better get lost before we deal with you too.

The boy didn't move.

— You know, what you're doing to this girl is wrong, he replied, still smiling. You should stop.

The other man, shorter but equally menacing, burst out laughing.

— Mind your own business, idiot.

The boy's smile widened.

— God doesn't love oppressors, he said calmly. We live in a city where faith reigns. Have you forgotten that?

The tall man grew furious, his face contorting with rage.

— You're gonna regret that, brat!

He lunged at the boy, his fist raised. But before he could reach his target, he stopped dead in his tracks. The boy had vanished.

— What? Where is he?!

Turning his head, he saw his companion, Hans, frozen in fear. Before him, the boy was already crouched, helping the young girl to her feet.

— How…? he stammered. How did he get over there so fast? I didn't even see him move!

Hans took a step back, his face pale. A strange aura seemed to emanate from the boy, an invisible yet terrifying force.

The boy stood up slowly, still smiling.

— I don't like violence. It goes against our faith, he said with a pure, soothing tone. So leave. May God guide you and keep you from doing such things again.

The two men exchanged a look, petrified.

— Let's go, Hans, muttered the tall man, lowering his head.

— Yes, Endra…

Without another word, they disappeared into the alley.

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A few minutes later, the young girl, still trembling, looked up at her savior.

— Thank you so much, young man. You saved my life…

The boy gently shook his head.

— It was nothing, ma'am. God taught us to help one another.

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Elsewhere, in the alleys of the city.

— That kid… He was incredible, for his age, Endra muttered, still shaken.

Hans, still silent, raised his eyes to the sky, tinged red by the setting sun.

— His words resonate with me… I think he's right. We should change our ways.

— Repent, huh? Maybe that's what we need to do, Endra admitted reluctantly.

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Back with the boy and the woman, the latter timidly asked a question.

— Tell me, young man… What is your name?

He looked at her with a warm smile.

— My name is Aza.

"An incredible strength, but a rare purity. Aza was unlike the others. The future would bring him trials he might not be ready to face, but his destiny was already set."