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prolong: Uzatio – Where It All Began

The darkness twisted into chaos. The sky cracked apart, and thunder screamed like a curse of misfortune. A suffocating red smoke devoured the land, churning with malice as if the world itself were bleeding from its soul. The air stank of ruin and burning hatred.

That place—once sacred, now damned—was called Zeraxael, the Valley of Falling Gods. It had already crumbled to nothingness.

A monstrous shadow stood in its center. A demon cloaked in fire. And within the inferno… a boy.

His green eyes shimmered not with life, but with emptiness. Not a tear fell. Not a scream broke. Not a smile meant joy.

His body was bloodied and bruised—his soul far worse.

He raised his trembling hand to his face and exhaled quietly, as if sighing away the very idea of pain. His smirk wasn’t pride, nor defiance—it was resignation. A silent scream swallowed in a throat long gone dry.

His eyes—soulless, vast, hollow—held no light.

He closed them slowly and whispered:

"I have finished my work."

But as silence crawled, a voice shattered the stillness:

"Now...I am tired...."

His eyes opened, just a little. A soft golden glow bled through the darkness, dragging him back—to the past.

A memory.

A light.

A time before the blood, before the betrayal, before the curse.

Where everyone called me a hero...and the story was writing for me

But I refused that story. Because…

Because it was never meant to be mine Or don't want it to be mine but ..... for you

And through the flicker of that light, I saw it again: A window open to the morning sun. Birds chirping in the distance. A sweet breeze brushing against my skin.

Yes… it started there.

In a place called Uzatio.

UZATIO......... I miss it

Golden eyes, warmer than the sun. A sweet smile always on his face. Even while blood dripped from his lips, he still smiled.

I was too stunned to move.

My mother called my name, but I couldn’t answer. I just stared—at him like a lifeless log

The boy outside the window.

He didn’t speak. Neither did I. We didn’t even know each other’s names Cause he Never know he was being watch.

But something in my heart whispered:

I owe him something.

And I didn’t know why........W.H.Y

I didn’t know his story. I didn’t know his pain. But

I feel we have deep connection. I saw everything

When he got beaten and dragged to Apologize when he did nothing. He suffered when he did nothing and even when he tried to help still he was the one to suffer. Only thing I know was he was call CURSED CHILD OR STARLESS BOY

I could see the pain whenever someone called him by that name. He was same age as me only three. About Star points I have Crimson star points.I don't know what is the special about that start point but my granny beam with pride an, call me Lucky ,if it was lucky then why can't I stand for him. But something was holding me back to go near him . It says I would be ruin again

Again!

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