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Chapter 1 - chapitre 1 - the beginning

✨ CHAPTER 1 — THE BEGINNING

One day, in a poor city called Nerakh…

An orphan lived alone.

No food.

No home.

No one.

Just survival.

But what no one knew…

Was that this child possessed a power.

A power that secret organizations were desperately searching for.

A power… they wanted to turn into a weapon.

🌑 The Capture

Zadkiel walked through the streets, searching for something to eat.

Suddenly—

Figures appeared.

Masked.

Silent.

Watching him.

Zadkiel froze.

— Who are they…?

Before he could react—

💥 They attacked.

He tried to run.

But they were too fast.

Cornered.

Then—

Something awakened inside him.

A sudden burst of power.

He moved instinctively.

💥 He knocked one of them back.

But it wasn't enough.

The others grabbed him.

Tied him.

Silenced him.

Darkness.

🏢 The Facility

Zadkiel slowly opened his eyes.

A cold room.

Dozens of children.

All around him.

Different.

Strange.

Powerful.

Next to him, a loud boy was shouting angrily.

— This place is messed up! Who do they think they are?!

Zadkiel, still confused, asked quietly:

— …Where are we?

The boy glanced at him.

— Somewhere the outside world doesn't even know exists.

Before Zadkiel could respond—

A voice echoed.

🎭 The Announcement

A masked man appeared above them, standing on a high platform.

Silence fell instantly.

— Future Arkhans…

He looked down at them.

— You are here because each of you possesses a unique power.

A pause.

— And with those powers… we will reshape this corrupted world.

The room went still.

— We will train you.

— Refine you.

— Turn you into true power.

Zadkiel clenched his fists.

— Starting tomorrow, you will begin your training.

— You will be divided into groups.

— Each group will have a master.

— Learn. Survive. Evolve.

He turned away.

— For now… rest.

— Go to your assigned rooms.

🛏️ The Dorm

Zadkiel was placed in a room with two others:

The loud boy…

And a girl.

After resting, they gathered in the common room.

The boy was training.

Zadkiel found a book and tried to read.

The girl watched them both.

Then she spoke:

— Maybe we should introduce ourselves.

The boy stopped.

— Good idea. I'm Shin'en.

The girl raised an eyebrow.

— Shin'en… like the Shin'en family?

He smirked slightly.

— Yeah. My father runs a huge company.

A pause.

— But we don't get along.

Zadkiel stayed silent.

Shin'en looked at him.

— And you?

Zadkiel hesitated.

…Then:

— Zadkiel.

The girl smiled slightly.

— I'm Mirian.

💔 Their Stories

Shin'en crossed his arms.

— So… how did you end up here?

Mirian looked down.

— I was at home… playing with my sister.

Her voice shook slightly.

— Someone knocked on the door.

— My sister went to open it…

Silence.

— They hit her.

— Too fast.

— She collapsed.

— Then… I don't remember anything.

Shin'en clenched his fists.

— I was at the arcade with my friends.

— One of them disappeared.

— We went looking for him…

His expression darkened.

— Three masked guys had him.

— I attacked them.

— But they were too strong.

— I told my friends to run…

— And then… nothing.

He looked at Zadkiel.

— What about you?

Zadkiel stayed silent.

Mirian spoke softly:

— We just want to understand.

A pause.

Then—

— I'm an orphan.

Silence.

— I lived on the streets.

— I was going to get some food…

— From someone who sometimes helped me.

His eyes hardened.

— But I saw them.

— I thought they were people who used to beat me when I had money…

— So I ran.

— But they were faster.

He clenched his fists.

— Something activated inside me.

— I knocked one down…

— But the others caught me.

— Then I woke up here.

Silence.

Shin'en looked down.

— …That's messed up.

Mirian whispered:

— I understand why you're so quiet now…

Zadkiel shook his head.

— You don't need to feel sorry.

❓ What is an Arkhan?

Zadkiel looked at them.

— Do you think we can leave this place?

Silence.

— And… what is an Arkhan?

Shin'en shrugged.

— Maybe some kind of mutant monster.

Mirian frowned.

— That's not funny.

Zadkiel spoke slowly:

— What if… they want to turn us into weapons?

Silence.

Then Shin'en smirked.

— I kinda want to see what we can do.

Mirian sighed.

— We should rest.

They all returned to their rooms.

🔔 The Next Morning

An alarm rang.

A voice echoed through the speakers:

— Dear students, please proceed to the cafeteria.

— Afterward, report to the assembly hall.

They went together.

Around 50 students.

Watching.

Waiting.

After eating—

They entered a large hall.

Groups were formed.

Zadkiel, Shin'en, and Mirian…

Stayed together.

⚔️ Training Begins

Their instructor stood before them.

No mask.

A scar across his face.

— Names.

They answered.

He nodded.

— Good.

— Now let's see what you can do.

Mirian was first.

💥 Mercury formed around her.

Armor.

Sharp.

Deadly.

— Good.

Shin'en stepped forward.

At first—nothing.

Then—

His body hardened.

His strength exploded.

— Interesting.

Zadkiel stepped forward.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Again.

Still nothing.

💥 The Trigger

Later—

In another training room—

Zadkiel saw something.

A teacher…

Beating a student.

Brutally.

Something snapped.

💥

His power exploded.

Speed.

Instinct.

Violence.

He rushed forward—

💥 And struck the teacher.

The impact shook the room.

The instructor froze.

— …So that's it.

He smirked.

— You activate through anger.

He provoked him again.

Insults.

Gestures.

Zadkiel snapped again.

💥 Power activated.

But this time—

He stayed conscious.

Control… beginning.

🌙 The Truth

That night—

The instructor visited them.

— If you master your power…

— You can become an Arkhan.

Zadkiel interrupted:

— What is an Arkhan?

The instructor sighed.

— The strongest beings in existence.

— They can destroy a city in seconds.

Silence.

— There are ranks.

C.

B.

A.

S.

SS.

Arkhan.

— I'm Rank B.

— Speed… and telepathy.

Zadkiel narrowed his eyes.

— So if someone doesn't think…

— You can't read them?

The instructor smiled.

— Exactly.

He turned to leave.

— Train.

— Or die.

— Your exam is in two weeks.

A pause.

— Only 3 to 5 will survive.

🔥 The Final Announcement

A week later—

The leader returned.

— Tomorrow…

— Your exams begin.

— Five tests.

— Ten days.

— Survival rate…

He smiled.

— 5 to 10%.

Panic spread.

— Those who fail… will not leave.

— Ever.

Silence.

— I can't wait to see who survives.

🧨 END OF CHAPTER 1