In the quiet day, while the golden sunlight was caressing the green rice fields surrounding the village of "Valley of Al -Safa", shouts that the ears had not been pledged. Farah was not shouts or an appeal to play, but rather screams were mixed with a weapon and the swords.
Initially, Ryan, seventeen -year -old who was helping his father to repair the field fence, thought it was a passing quarrel between some drunkenness. However, the voices soon rose and overlapped, carrying a threat tone that could not be ignored. Ryan looked at his father, whose features and eyes were stuck in something beyond the low hills.
"Stay here, son, I will see what is happening." The father said in a hoarse voice, but his grip on his wooden stick was shivering a little.
Before Ryan was able to object, his father rushed to the village. Ryan followed him with hesitant steps, and his heart beats violently in his chest. The closer, the greater the sounds and clear. The screaming of women and children, the wounded moan, and the deadly echo of swords.
When he reached the outskirts of the village, his feet froze. What he saw was just a quarrel, but was a massacre. Men of large structures, wearing black leather shields and their eyes are free from any mercy, they arrived and wandered around the village, their swords dripping with blood. They were killing everyone who intercepted their path, without distinguishing between a man, a woman or a child.
The fire began to devour some of the mud and straw huts, and the thick black smoke rising towards the clear blue sky, turning the morning of the quiet village into a terrifying nightmare.
Ryan saw his old neighbor, Uncle Li, trying to foolishly address one of his mercenaries with his wooden crutch, before Saif Al -Gharib penetrated his chest and dropped him to the ground in a pool of blood. His friend, the little Menji, saw a panic, bearing her infant, before he joined a reckless arrow and also dropped her, leaving the infant screaming next to her body.
Paralysis hit Ryan's body. He could not move, he could not speak. He was standing in place, watching a horrific movie embodied in front of him, but this time, he was part of this movie, and the victims were his neighbors and friends who knew him since his childhood.
Suddenly, his father hinted. He was quarled, his wooden stick tackled the swords of two mercenaries. He was moving lightly despite his old age, but the difference in the kit and gear was clear. A brilliant sword penetrated his arm, but he did not fell, but rather a heavy blow to his stick to the head of the other mercenary, he shot him to the ground while he was groaning.
"Ryan! Run!" His father shouted, his eyes are attached to the mercenary who hit him.
At that moment, a third mercenary appeared behind a burning hut. The busy father did not pay attention to him. A long and frightening sword penetrated the father's back and left his chest. The father fell on his knees, and his eyes were installed on Rayan with a final look full of love and anxiety. Then he fell into his body without mobility.
The blood is frozen in the veins of Ryan. The sound of a muffled cry started from inside, but she did not find her way out. He no longer feels anything but a tremendous void that swallows him. His father, his hero and his role, has gone.
He had no time to suffer long. He saw one of the mercenaries heading towards him, his sword stained with his father's blood. The mercenary look was cold, free of any expression other than the desire to kill.
Ryan tried to run, but his legs were as heavy as shots. Fear with fear wraps around his heart like a snake. He knew that he could not fighter this man. He was not a fighter, he was just a boy helping his father in the field.
The mercenary turned towards him slowly, as if he enjoyed seeing the panic in his eyes. Raise his sword, and prepare to make a knockout.
Ryan closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable pain. But the pain did not come. Instead, he heard a muffled voice and a heavy body fall on the floor. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the mercenary lying on the floor, an arrow that penetrates his neck.
He looked around him with amazement and saw a woman standing on the surface of one of the non -burning huts, her bow tight and another arrow in her hand. Mrs. Lina, the widow of Uncle Lee, who was famous for her skill in shooting.
"Ryan, don't waste time!" Mrs. Lina shouted, and she directed another arrow towards another mercenary who was approaching.
Ryan gathered his strength and ran as quickly as possible. He had no specific destination, he was just running away from this nightmare, away from the smell of blood and smoke, away from the pictures of the scattered bodies.
While running, he saw their hut burning. The fire was devoured the walls and ceiling, and turned everything inside into ashes. Remember his mother, her warm smile, her affectionate embrace. Remember his little sister, her innocent laugh, her bright eyes. They were inside. They could not escape.
Ryan fell to his knees in the middle of the field, his tears poured on his face. He no longer has anything. Everything was lost on this fateful day. His family, his friends, his home, and even his quiet village, which represented his entire world, turned into a pile of ash and blood.
He looked at the sky, and the sun is still bright as if nothing happened. How can the world continue to rotate while its world has completely collapsed?
He felt a deep emptiness in his heart, a vacuum can never be filled. But in the midst of this void, a dark seed began to grow. A seed of anger, hatred and urgent desire to take revenge.
Remember the faces of mercenaries, their cold eyes that do not know mercy. He wished if he had the power to tear them in. He wished he had the ability to restore time and prevent this massacre.
But he had nothing but pain and sorrow.
Ryan stayed in the field for long hours, until the sun began to tend to the sunset and colored the sky with blood colors. He did not feel hungry, thirsty or fatigue. His body was empty, and his soul was wounded.
In the end, he got up with difficulty. His eyes were dry now, but their looks were different. She no longer bears the innocence of the naive boy. It carried a cold luster, a solid design.
Ryan is no longer the same as the boy who was helping his father in the field this morning. Part of it died with his family and his village. But another part has been born, a dark and thirsty part of revenge.
"I will not escape your action." Ryan whispered in a hoarse voice, his words cut the silence of the burning fields. "I will find you one, and I will make you pay the price of every drop of blood.
He turned and looked at the remains of his burning village for the last time. There is no longer anything that connects it with this place except the painful memories and the unbridled desire for revenge.
Ryan set out, leaving behind the ashes of the past and deep wounds. His destination was unknown, but his goal was clear and firm in his broken heart: revenge. In the cruel world of Morim, where the power is the law, he knew that it should become strong. Strong enough to confront these killers and achieve justice for his family and his village. This was the beginning of a long and arduous journey full of pain and suffering, but it was also the beginning of his transformation into another person, a person who will carry the burden of the past on his shoulders and seeks revenge with all the strength.