Feroz and Mrs. Aliya kept moving.
They had to.
They couldn't stay in one place.
Not when the men—Were still chasing them.
Close.
Too close.
Deep in the forest—
They found it.
A small cabin.
Abandoned.
Quiet.Hidden.
For now—It was enough.
A place to rest.A place to breathe.
They stepped inside.
And settled.
Slowly.
But Feroz—
Couldn't rest.
Not fully.
His thoughts—Wouldn't stop.
Inside him—Too much.
On one side—
Gratitude.
For her.
For Mrs. Aliya.
Her courage.Her strength.
She protected him.
Again and again.
But on the other side—
Something heavier.
Responsibility.
His gift.
The truth of it—
People would kill for it.
And they already were.
That weight—
Stayed on him.
Pressed down.
Mrs. Aliya spoke.
Breaking the silence.
Her face—Tired.Worried.
"Feroz…We need answers."
A pause.
"We need to understand your gift."
Her voice steady—But serious.
"And how it connects to your past."
She looked at him.
"Only then…Can we protect you."
Feroz nodded.
His eyes—Focused.
Strong.
"I've spent my whole life looking for answers," he said.
A breath.
"Now… I need the truth."
A pause.
"Who I am…And why I have this."
Mrs. Aliya reached into her bag.
Slowly.
She took something out.
A journal.
Old.Worn.
Leather cover.
"This belonged to your parents," she said.
Her voice softer now.
"It holds answers."
A small pause.
"Your journey starts here."
Feroz took it.
His hands—Shaking slightly.
Not from fear.
From what it meant.
He opened it.
Carefully.
Inside—
Pages filled with writing.
Notes.Drawings.Strange symbols.
His parents—
They were searching too.
Just like him.
Feroz and Mrs. Aliya sat together.
Reading.
Slowly.
Piece by piece.
Trying to understand.
The symbols.The messages.
Hidden meanings.
At first—Nothing was clear.
But then—
Things started to connect.
Small pieces—Coming together.
The journal revealed something important.
This gift—
Was not random.
It was not just his.
It was a legacy.
Passed down.
A line of people—
With power.
Special.Different.
They could control elements.
Use unseen forces.
Change things around them.
But there was more.
A darker truth.
The journal spoke of a prophecy.
Old.
Ancient.
It told of one person—
Chosen.
A person with great power.
Power that could—
Bring balance.
Or destroy everything.
And that person—
Might be Feroz.
The people chasing him—
They believed it.
They wanted control.
His power.
For their own use.
For their own plans.
Feroz sat still.
Taking it in.
Slowly.
But inside—
Something changed.
A spark.
A purpose.
He understood now.
He couldn't run forever.
He couldn't hide.
And he couldn't let them win.
With new strength—
They made a plan.
Simple.
But strong.
They would find others.
People like him.
Gifted.
Not alone.
Together—
They would stand.
Against those who hunted them.
They would learn the truth.
About the prophecy.
About themselves.
And choose their own path.
But they didn't know—
They weren't the only danger.
Other forces existed.
Older.
Darker.
Hidden.
Watching.
Waiting.
As Feroz's journey began—
More would come.
Hard tests.
New allies.
Old secrets.
Truths buried deep.
Things that would change everything.
The world—
Was at risk.
And Feroz—
Was at the center of it.
But he was ready.
To choose his path.
No matter the cost.
Because what was coming—
Was bigger than him.
A fight between light and darkness.
Where his power—
Would be tested.
And the truth—
Would finally be known.