The sun dipped low over the hills of Forantli, casting golden light across the sea of green fields. A noble family's carriage rolled slowly along the dirt path lined with wildflowers and scattered trees. Inside the cart, silence reigned. Robert, a broad-shouldered man with stern eyes and a well-groomed beard, sat stiffly in his dark formal attire. His wife Elsa, a blonde woman with cold, distant beauty, gazed out the window. Between them sat their son, Silver.
Silver's brown hair and a brown eyes shimmered softly in the late sunlight, but his face held no joy. His eyes, wide and glassy, stared at the floor. Looking everywhere except his parents,No one spoke,No one dared.
The carriage jolted and stopped.
A knight opened the door, his voice heavy with duty—but a trace of contempt lingered in his tone. "My lord, the wheel is broken. We'll need more time to be perfectly. repaired."
Robert scowled. "Then fix it faster. Are you so incompetent that you can't check a wheel before a trip? Do you want me to do your job for you?"
The knight clenched his jaw, and tells himself I'm a knights to cart driver restraining his anger. He knew too well what happened to those who defied Lord Robert or Lady Elsa. Even their son, young Silver, was not spared from punishment.
And thought filled his mind what in the world happened and make this family full of madness this past few years.
"My apologies, Lord Robert," said another knight, stepping in to defuse the tension after he noticed his fellow khinght angers.
"I'll go for a walk," Silver said quietly, standing up.
"Don't talk to commoners," Elsa warned, her voice sharp and cold as if was talking toba servant not here son.
But Silver didn't reply. He stepped out into the open land, breathing in the scent of the wildflowers. He wandered alone, letting the wind play with his hair.
From afar, Ignil—one of Robert's most trusted knights—watched him. Clad in blue armor and a silver cloak, his silver hair glinted like moonlight. His sharp eyes narrowed.
"This family it has been cursed with madness," Ignil murmured. "But that boy… he is the madness itself."
Silver, far ahead now, turned his face slightly. He could feel Ignil's gaze. He smiled faintly, and a thought echoed in his head:
He's watching again… I must move faster. This world needs fixing, and I'll be the one to fix it.
Memories flickered in Silver's mind—images of his father's whipped him , his mother's scorn for others, the suffocating silence of the house. The nobles. The servants envy and there repressed anger against the house.There fake smiles. All of it made his skin crawl.
Ignil just keeps looking at silver and he thought on memory not long ago ignil just remembered what happened in the palace where the Nobel was meeting.
Silver came across children playing in the palace yard—sons and daughters of lower-ranking nobles.
Being boled by a kid Whering a expensive magical necklace whit his yellow hair yellow eyes looked at Them with arrogance and said,
"My father is more important than yours. You're nothing but a lowers people."
Silver came across a group of children playing in the palace yard—sons and daughters of lower-ranking nobles. Their laughter echoed between the white marble walls, mixing with the warm breeze that rustled the hedges. Some wore finely embroidered tunics stained with grass and dust, their polished shoes scuffed from running and jumping. A girl with curly brown hair tried to balance a stick like a sword while two younger boys argued over who had won their imaginary duel. Others sat in a circle, whispering secrets and giggling beneath a blooming cherry tree.
Suddenly, a boy stepped forward, breaking the harmony like a crack of thunder. He looked slightly older than the others, with neatly combed yellow hair and piercing golden eyes. His pristine clothes were untouched by dirt, and around his neck glowed an expensive magical necklace—its charm pulsing softly like a heartbeat. He looked down on the other children with a smug, superior expression and said, "My father is more important than yours. You're nothing but lowborn trash."
Silver tilted his head, eyes blank. His face—so young, yet so cold—held no trace of emotion as he watched the children play.
"They're not happy," he whispered, his voice soft and eerie. "But I can help them. I can free them from their thoughts… from ther what makes them that ugly from the lies they were taught to believe and I make them pure again as once they was."
He took a step forward, the shadows clinging to his feet like silent followers.
"Madness," he said. "That's what true freedom looks like that what is close to this world pure self as the forest lives in the order of madness human step outside this order and will make them return."
A crooked smile twisted his lips—one that didn't belong to a child, or even a human. It was the smile of something else.
He stepped forward, extending his aura.
"True nature," he whispered.
The children's eyes widened. Then—chaos.
They screamed and lunged at each other. Biting. Kicking. Clawing at skin and clothes, rolling in the dirt like wild animals. Parents ran to stop them not noticing that eve the mades are getting effected, shrieking in horror.
Silver stood still, smiling calmly, watching the madness unfold.
"This… this is freedom."
Up in a nearby tree, Ignil stared down in horror.
"What did I just witness? He's only a boy… and yet…"
Another voice echoed in Ignil's memory—something he had once told himself long ago. He's just a child. It's his parents who made him this way.
Later that Night – Inside the Estate
The noble family returned to their estate, a grand manor with tall stone walls and looming towers. The air was unnaturally still.
The moment they stepped through the gates, servants lined up, bowing low. The knights resumed their posts around the yard.
Robert snapped at his son, "Go to your room. No dinner tonight. Do you understand?"
Silver didn't respond. He only watched his father walk away—into his duty, where silence would soon become terror.
This is the night, Silver thought. The spell is weakening. I delayed too long… but no more. The high-ranking knights are gone. Ignil is leaving too, this was supposed to happen Three months ago but the knights meeting was delayed
From his room, Silver watched Ignil mount his horse and ride off. Then he retrieved a dark pouch filled with sand—sand born from crushed, energy-filled flowers he had gathered earlier.
He scattered the sand through the house. Its smell crept into every room—strange, pungent, unnatural. The servants began coughing. Fights broke out over spilled tea and misplaced silverware.
One maid slapped another. "What's wrong with this smell!?"
A second servant gripped her by the hair, eyes red with rage. "I never liked you anyway do hear me I never liked anyone im not just another person I'm important!"
The knights outside clashed for no reason. Yelling, grunting, madness spilling from every door and window. The house groaned under the weight of chaos.
Silver wandered through the madness, calm as ever. Happy as ever.
A maid with green eyes and messy dark hair approached. Emily.
"Didn't you say you wanted revenge on my mother?" Silver asked softly.
Emily's expression shifted. Her lips trembled. "She humiliated me for years…"
He threw sand into her face.
Her eyes turned blood red.
"I remember you now, Madame Elsa," she growled. Her voice was deep, shaky, inhuman. "You made me crawl on the floor for forgetting a napkin."
"Then take your freedom," Silver said.
He took her hand and led her up the stairs. The house was full of screaming and chaos.
At the top stood Robert and Elsa. Chaos swirled behind them, yet they stood frozen in disbelief.
"Silver, my son," Elsa said, voice trembling.
"It's too late," Silver said. "The spell is in no more in motion you this spell i used has been deactivated you has returned to your sense."
Emily lunged.
Elsa screamed as Emily grabbed her face, laughing madly. "Do you remember me now, my lady? That's it. That's what I wanted. Freedom!"
"Emily, what are you—" Elsa cried, but Robert stepped forward.
"Get hold of yourself!" he shouted.
But Silver struck him in the leg—then punched him in the jaw. Robert collapsed, dazed and stunned.
"What happened… Silver? My son—"
Silver leaned close, voice calm.
"This is freedom, Father. You'll be free, too don't step against the world happiness,freedom ,equality for the sake of the world that what silver speaks."
He laughed—high-pitched, echoing through the halls—as black fire burst from the walls and madness flooded every room. Servants screamed. Paintings fell. Flames danced along the carpet.
Robert stared up through bloodied eyes, barely able to breathe.
"What… what have I raised? I gave life to a monster…"
He reached for a near sword. "I must correct my mistake in tears he speak."
But the fire only roared louder. A voice—Silver's voice—rose from the dark smoke:
"They are all free now."
Outside the Palace
Ignil reined in his horse suddenly.
"I feel something… the air, it's wrong he noticed the Change in the air let's go back we can go to the knights meeting tomorrow."
Beside him, Caty—silver-haired, beautiful, her cloak fluttering like a storm cloud—stepped forward. Her cat-like eyes narrowed.
"This is madness what happened there i can sense something strange in the house."
Jink, in his blue hair swept by the wind, turned sharply. "What did you see?"
Caty's voice was low. "What we all feared. What we ignored."
Hans, a giant of a man with a thick beard, tightened his grip on his axe just tell us don't just speak this way,Caty.
Ignil muttered, "He's just a child. His parents made him this way…"
Caty looked at him, eyes piercing.
"That's what you tell yourself… right before you face the monster, he is not a kid ignil you better know it.