Secrets of The Cursed Tower
In a distant day, in the heart of an ancient kingdom, a child was born on a cloudy day, as winds howled through the trees, as if nature itself sensed his arrival. There was a remote village on the outskirts of the kingdom where this child, named Malik, was born. It was a rare moment, the hour of sunset, shrouded in a light gray mist, a birth that carried with it both hope and fear.
His mother, Fatimah, lay on her wooden bed in a small, old cottage, breathing heavily from the pain. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with worry, but she did not cease praying. “Oh my God, protect him, and grant him a great future.”
But in those moments, as the world seemed still, there was something unusual surrounding this birth. There were secrets hidden in the folds of darkness, and although Malik’s family had been forgotten by memory, his birth was the beginning of a new chapter, a chapter entwined with both light and shadow, leading to a destiny unknown to all.
As the orange sky first lit up, Malik took his first breath, but this was not the final chapter of his story; it was merely the beginning.
