Long ago, in a distant land, a boy lived in a hut with him lived his mom.

He told his little sister, “be strong and when I will scathe the sea and with it bring the Garland of pearls you yearn for” . 

Their life went on with the tyrinical ruler and his father died fighting against. The fire for vengeance remains kindled, in him,  supreme. 

(to be continued)