" And from the heavens the angelic hosts came. They were bourne with wings of the softest gold and skin of the harshest silver. They were the Shar'dhal , created to guide mankind towards his destiny. "

Book of Judas 3:16, Dead Sea Scrolls AD 56

The ruling party of the Shar'dhal had been shaken by the Lacan incident. The man who dared challenge God's Chosen Ones. He single handedly wiped out almost the whole council before the Arch Counsellor Morin'dhal managed to subdue and eventually eradicate him. To prevent such cases from ever happening again, the Council placed limiters into the craniums of all the humans living on the planet and tightenend their terrifying grip on the populance.

Lacan incident neutral eyewitness report. Source unknown


Destiny, Fate, Karma. Different names born from the same beast. The ultimate paradox. Freewill and Destiny. If Free will exists, where does destiny lie? Does destiny fufil itself or does the knowledge of destiny bring it about?


The only memory Shin had of his father was the picture of his once complete family held in an ornate cross frame. The cross was covered with runic symbols which interwined to hold the picture in the middle. Whenever Shin felt down or lonely, the cross he wore around his neck seemed to glow an azure silver and emite a comforting warmth. His mother tried to play the role of both parents to her best extent but it is a difficult time to live in, more so as a single parent.

"SHIN!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! COME OUT RIGHT NOW!"

Shin tried to stifle a giggle, holding it back with both hands cupped to his mouth. He was not a very big boy for his age but he was agile like a cat. Crouching in the shadows provided by the table, he lay in wait as his mother walked by yelling for him. As she came into view, he flew out with a yelp and tangled himself in his mother's legs, laughing all the time.

"Oh what am I to do with you,"

Sophia looked into those large innocent eyes and cant help but be bemused.

"For someone with a demure outlook as you, you sure are deviously mischiveous. You are so much like your father when he was young..."

Whenever Sophia thought about Fei, a look of sadness and longing thats transcends time itself breaks Shin heart. Even at the age of 6, he realises how much his mother missed his father. He stood up and looked up into her eyes, hugging her legs.

"Thank you dear, do not worry, mama will be fine."

She carried Shin up into her arms and hugged him as he threw his small arms around her neck.

" Your hair of the darkest black, the way it remains unkempt no matter how much i brush it. Those eyes which shine with innocence and mischief at the same time, the angular features. You are so much like your father it is scary, Shin. He is all that I have now God, please do not allow him to suffer the same fate Fei did."

Sophia's thoughts drifted from Shin towards that fateful night 3 years ago...

End of Chapter One