Prologue
Prologue
1020 AD
A thunderous storm seemed to conquer the night sky, as the lightning struck the horizon ominously. And the people of the kingdom of Frank quivered in their homes, as they feared the wrath of the furious almighty lord. Meanwhile, an insane cackle echoed from a massive chamber at the Frank Castle. It was much more intimidating than the sound of the murderous thunder outside.
“Finally! The moment that I have been waiting for since decades has arrived!” declared Terence Frank, the lord of the castle. Cackling madly, he stared at a teenage boy who was seated on an armchair and fastened with ropes. The boy’s face had turned red with rage.
“You will pay for this Terence!” he threatened, desperately struggling to free himself, but in vain.
Terence retrieved a knife and slashed the teen’s forearm which started bleeding and the boy roared in agonizing pain. He collected a few drops of his blood in a test tube and then poured them in a tiny beaker containing a bluish fluid. As soon as the drops hit the fluid, it turned emerald green and started fizzing atrociously.
Lord Terence looked at the fluid with victoriously vicious smile on his face, and without wasting any more time, he gulped it down. The instant the liquid hit his throat, a miracle occurred…the wounds scars on his face started to fade slowly, and finally disappeared with no mark at all. His swollen upper lip returned to his normal size and become as supple as anyone could imagine. Terence moved the knife towards his arm and sliced it open with an agonizing roar but a second later, fresh skin started formed over the sliced area and the wound healed instantaneously.
“I am invincible!” Terence yelled, and the thunder outside became even louder.
“My lord, shall we kill the boy,” asked his servant with a bow. Terence immediately smacked his face and he fell on the ground and became unconscious. “Fool! The boy is immortal, he cannot be killed…but yes, he can be made into a slave who would serve me till eternity,” saying that he retrieved a small bottle from inside his robes and grabbing the boy’s mouth, he forced it down his throat.
The boy’s eyes turned blank, as though his soul had been taken.
“Now…the boy’s memories have been wiped forever. He is just like a lump of clay now, which can be moulded and shaped as per my wishes,”
“Haldar,” he called, moving towards the tiny window that showed the terrifying lightning that was occurring outside. “Take this boy with you…and train him well in the fine art of Ninjutsu and turn him into one of the most ruthless and feared weapon of Lord Terence….”
The ninja warrior unfastened the blank teenager and took him away. While Lord Frank basked in the glory of his fulfilled dream of becoming immortal…
