On that night, the sky was cloaked in a pitch-black veil, the moon refusing to cast even a sliver of light across the horizon. It was as if the heavens themselves were warning the world of an impending catastrophe, one that would forever alter its course.
Malik raised his luminous blue eyes towards the sky, his long black hair dancing in the wind. Blue eyes like the depths of the ocean, a hallmark of the people of the Dark Continent. He clenched his sharp jaw anxiously and whispered, "Why does the night look so ominous... Was my son born to bring misfortune to the world?"
That night, tension and inexplicable fear gripped Malik, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin. A woman beside him, dressed entirely in black, her blue eyes gleaming in the darkness, said, "Omens surround us, my dear, everywhere. What harm is there in adding another flavor to it?"
On a nearby bed lay another woman, drenched in sweat from the aftermath of childbirth. The woman in black held a newborn baby, mere minutes old. "Your son... Will he bring darkness to the world, or will he bring light?" Malik whispered, his face etched with worry and fear.
"Darkness and light...?" the woman echoed in a low voice, then laughed sarcastically before continuing, "This is the first time in 3000 years that a child like this has been born. I don't know if it's because he's unprecedented, or because it's forbidden!"
Malik lifted his son towards the sky, gazing at his face and eyes, and said, "If it were simply forbidden, we would have seen many children like him. Humans love to transgress, to revel in breaking the rules. That's what has led us to our world today, a modern world, but one that couldn't bridge the vast gap between our races and our continents."
Malik looked at the exhausted woman on the bed, the mother of his son. Exhaustion was evident on her, visible in the profuse sweat that soaked her white hair and her pale eyes. Eyes as white as snow, a trait that distinguished the people of the Light Continent, unlike the blue eyes of the people of the Dark Continent. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, a beauty that made the woman in black tremble with envy. Her skin was like crystal, her body graceful like an Arabian mare.
Malik composed himself as he looked at her, then turned his gaze back to his child and whispered, "Humans love to touch the forbidden... The father of mankind touched the forbidden fruit... Was it curiosity? Was it freedom? Or something else? Greed? Rebellion?... I don't know... But here I am, touching the most sacred law of our world... I have fathered a child from the enemy's race, a child the likes of which hasn't been born in 3000 years."
The child in his father's arms smiled and moved his tiny hand to touch his face. The child's eyes were both beautiful and strange, one blue like the ocean, the other white like snow. Every time Malik looked at them, a shiver ran down his spine, and he didn't know what to feel.
The woman on the bed said in a tired voice, "I named him Lucien."
Malik looked at her and asked, "And what does that mean?"
She smiled faintly, "Light."
Seventeen years later, in the capital of the Dark Continent, "Darkness," the streets were bustling with life and activity. Towering skyscrapers reached for the sky, luxurious cars flowed through the crowded streets, and the noise of passersby filled the air. Despite its name, the Dark Continent wasn't literally dark. The skyscrapers were adorned with images of the great heroes who had contributed to the continent's resilience and development, men and women celebrated by the people of darkness for their courage, history, and strength.
"The history of this continent, this nation, is 3000 years of resilience and wars, of achievements and obstacles that we have overcome together." This voice boomed from a giant screen on the tallest skyscraper in the capital, where the largest number of Dark Continent citizens gathered.
The announcer, adjusting her formal attire, continued with her blue eyes, fair skin, and long black hair. She was attractive and alluring, just like the news she delivered to the public. "Our planet consists of two continents... or rather, two races." She paused for a moment, then said, "Our race, the race of darkness, chosen by God to be His chosen people, to enforce His laws on Earth. And the other race, which tries to impose the laws of the devils."
Passersby continued on their way without stopping, as these words had been repeated in their ears thousands of times, becoming monotonous. Repetition is the enemy of excitement; no matter how exciting something is at first, it loses its luster over time. Despite this, their belief was that they were indeed the good, and the other was the evil. And as long as the other is evil, there is no good to be expected from them, and they must be killed without mercy.
But for the first time in 3000 years, all of this would change today.
In one of the skyscrapers, a seventeen-year-old boy sat, his eyes blue, his nose small, his jaw sharp, and his short black hair falling over his forehead. He was watching the announcer, as if waiting for her to say his name. He raised his voice and said, "Tamer, come quickly... They will... They will announce the news!"
Tamer was in the kitchen, preparing food with his large hands that his family, the noble Sharif family, was famous for. This family was known for its large hands and broad shoulders because they worked as blacksmiths in the Middle Ages.
Tamer, while placing the food on the plates, said, "Wait, Lucien, don't be hasty. Patience is a virtue."
Lucien laughed and said, "And what has patience brought us but mental anguish? Speed is the language of the world we live in now."
Tamer didn't respond to him, so as not to get into a pointless argument, but he said to change the subject, "What the announcer will announce now will shock everyone, it will destroy the constants."
Lucien smiled and said, "Constants were made to be destroyed."
At that moment, the announcer said, "But because of the war that lasted between us and this race for 3000 years, like the history of our birth in this world, we lost many heroes and suffered a lot. We couldn't live a single day in peace on this planet."
She paused for a moment, as if gathering her strength to say what she was about to say. All movement in the streets stopped, and all the inhabitants of the world of darkness fell silent to listen to the news. The words they had been hearing all their lives suddenly changed, and this is something that doesn't happen every day, or rather, it doesn't happen at all.
The announcer, after taking a deep breath, said, "We will strive for peace with the people of light, and we will send, for the first time in 3000 years, a delegation of students to the 'Land of Light' Academy in the world of light, to receive the teachings of the Light Continent and integrate with its people. And the people of light will send a delegation to the 'Sea of Darkness' Academy to do the same. The two peoples will mingle, trying to forget the war, death, and bloodshed, and strive for peace."
The announcer paused for a moment, then said something that made Lucien move his tongue, as if he knew her speech by heart: "And I ask everyone not to forget that our ancestors were brothers." Then the broadcast ended.
A dead silence fell over the streets that were once bustling with activity and noise. Even inside trains, homes, cafes, and restaurants, everyone was silent. No one knew what to say. If we listened closely, we would hear a faint cracking sound, a new crack in the heart of every individual from the people of darkness on that day.
But unlike them, Lucien was cheering with joy and happiness. He put his hand on his right eye and whispered to himself: "Finally... I will go to my mother's world."
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In the Light Continent, the same news echoed throughout its corners, and the same reaction occurred. Everyone was shocked, their white eyes staring into the void in disbelief. They didn't know what to say or do. It was a moment of utter shock.
In one of the luxurious palaces, surrounded by numerous guards, the sound of shattering glass echoed from one of the rooms. One of the maids rushed to the room and found a glass lying on the floor, shattered into pieces. A seventeen-year-old girl was pressing on the shards of glass in her hand, blood flowing profusely, but her face showed no pain. Instead, her eyes were ablaze with hatred.
"Are those bastards, the sons of monkeys, coming to our academy...?!" the girl shouted in a voice filled with anger.
"Princess Nyx, are you alright?!" the maid asked worriedly, approaching her with a bandage.
Nyx looked at the television, where the announcer was declaring the arrival of students from the people of darkness to their continent. "I'm not alright at all..." she said in a hoarse voice, then pressed hard on the glass in her hand, causing a deeper wound and more blood to flow. "But they won't be alright either after they come here... I will slaughter them all."
The falling blood stained the floor, but at the same time, it reflected Nyx's beautiful, angry face. Her eyes were completely white, her face radiated the beauty of spring, her long white hair, tied with a ribbon, resembled snow, and her body was slender and well-proportioned. But even the blood couldn't hide the coldness and anger that dominated her features.
Nyx was so consumed by her anger and hatred that the pain in her hand was nothing compared to the pain that gripped her heart. She was oblivious to the fact that the delegation from the world of darkness would change many of her deeply held beliefs and convictions. For, as Lucien said, "Constants were made to be destroyed."