The story, set in a dominion called Eryndor, begins with a cinematic prologue that establishes a harsh, unforgiving world strength is currency and fate is a roaring, devouring force. It then introduces a young, five-year-old boy named Shekhar, who lives in a peaceful village on the edge of the perilous Crown Forest.The plot progresses as Shekhar's father, a formidable hunter, takes him into the wild for the first time, telling him it's his first step.. towards becoming a hunter. A detail ...Read More

Chapter 1 — Nightmare of Blood (Part 2)--- Scene: The True Monsters — Revealed> Four men.> Sitting. Drinking. Laughing.> On meat. On bread. On stolen wine.On the ruins... of joy.Swords — stained.Armor — splattered with blood.Boots — caked in ash... and flesh.> “Did ya hear her scream?”A crooked grin split his blood-smeared face. His tongue dragged lazily across the edge of his blade — licking crimson like it was honey.> “Mmm... sweetest sound I’ve heard all week.”Another spat — wiping the blood off his busted lip.> “Soft one too... fought like a hellcat though. Damn near broke my ...Read More

Chapter 2:- only promise can't do anything--- [Narration — A Year Later]A year had passed...Since the stars fell silent his burning home.Since his world — once filled with warmth — was drowned in fire and screams.Since the night monsters laughed… as innocence died.He was only five.And yet—he survived.But the price of survival…Was a curse stitched into his soul.The laughter still echoed—Gnawing at the corners of his sleep.The hollow gaze of his parents—Still stared from the shadows of every nightmare.Time moved forward...Cruel. Unforgiving.As if the universe had already forgotten him.But he hadn’t forgotten.Because some scars…Aren’t written on flesh.They’re carved into ...Read More

Chapter 4: The HuntScene I — The Silent CaretakerA girl with sapphire-blue eyes watched over him, her gaze at storm of tangled emotions. She traced the details of the poor boy’s battered face—the swollen, blood-cracked lips; the dirt-streaked cheeks; the raw, gaping wound across his ribs.Without a word, she pulled a high-grade healing potion from her pouch. The violet liquid shimmered inside, swirling like captured starlight. She hesitated for a moment, then—with a soft sigh—uncorked the vial and poured the potion gently over his wounds. His flesh began to knit, but his body was too weak. Determination rose in ...Read More