In the Heart of Darkness
In the heart of the dense forest, the winds howled through the ancient pine trees, which had long witnessed the passing of generations. The night was slowly descending upon the sky, as dark clouds cast their shadows on the ground. There was nothing but the sound of the wind and the silence that precedes a storm, as if the world itself stood still.
In one of the humble cottages located on the outskirts of this forest, a young woman named Fatimah lay on a wooden bed, struggling with the pains of labor. She had tried repeatedly to bear the agony, but her frail body could not withstand it. Between every sigh and moan, she whispered her child's name, the child she had long awaited with her late husband. She held an old family amulet in her hand, praying with all her might for a safe delivery.
"Oh my God, protect him… grant him a future worthy of our legacy." Her words came out weakly, as her heart soared with anxiety.
Light and Mystery
While the pain intensified, there was an unusual movement outside. The sky, which had been dark, began to open slightly, revealing a faint streak of light through the clouds. It seemed as if the entire world was about to witness a pivotal moment.
At that moment, the old doctor who had been specifically sent for this birth appeared. His face was covered in a thick mane of white hair, his eyes deep with the weight of time. Yet something was different in his features this time—anxiety hidden behind his gaze.
"This is an extraordinary moment, Fatimah." The doctor whispered, extending his hand to check on her condition. His words seemed to come out with difficulty, as if he were trying to hide what was on his mind.
"Do not worry, he will be born safely." Fatimah responded, although deep down she knew something strange was about to occur.
As Malik was born, a loud cry filled the cottage, echoing across the empty space. In that instant, despite the agony that enveloped Fatimah's body, she felt something else fill her heart. Joy? Fear? She wasn't sure, but she knew that this child, who was now in her arms, was no ordinary child.
The doctor, speaking softly while cutting the umbilical cord, muttered, "He is strong… stronger than expected." But Fatimah didn't ask him what those words meant; she simply gazed at her child with teary eyes, feeling the weight of the responsibility that lay ahead.
In the Midst of Pain
As Fatimah held Malik in her arms, a strange noise was heard from outside the walls. The sounds came from the forest, whispers and rapid footsteps. When she raised her head, she saw the window shaking. The wind was howling fiercely, and a faint beam of light emanated from deep within the forest, as if someone were watching what was happening from a distance.
Fatimah had felt something strange before the birth, a sensation that Malik was not just an ordinary child but perhaps someone born of an ancient lineage. She felt that his fate was intertwined with that of the lost family. Her ancestors had spoken of strange things, of an ancient power that lay dormant within their bloodline, and of the wars fought long ago by heroes of the same lineage.
The Mystery that Never Ends
As the first hours of birth passed, everyone found themselves in a state of anticipation. Fatimah looked at her child cautiously while the old doctor's words lingered in her mind. There was an eerie feeling, as if something had just occurred, something that would forever shape the destiny of this child.
Outside, in the distance, a strange man watched the scene with sharp eyes. He wore a heavy cloak, and his face was concealed behind strange glasses that revealed only his penetrating gaze. He knew that this birth was not an ordinary event. It marked the beginning of a new war, an ancient conflict reigniting between light and darkness.
"It has begun, then." The man said softly, as he observed the cottage from afar, unseen by anyone.
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