Prologue
I offer this tale to those who dare to think and feel. A ship departs from London to begin a new chapter in New York, but the ocean has its own will. A great storm strikes, and when the sea swallows the vessel, only a few survive—miraculously.
But the island they reach is no ordinary landmass. Cloaked in the beauty of nature lies a realm steeped in forgotten magic, cursed legends, and the cold breath of death. Here, survival is no longer just a journey—it is the only goal. The world itself bends; old spells awaken; fear takes shape.
The boundary between myth and truth vanishes.
When the windows of the mind open, one might expect light. But within that light, darkness awaits.
Welcome to a story that will first make you think—then leave you haunted.
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Main Characters:
(A quick summary before the first scene)
Daniel – Ship Captain
Francis – A soldier
Juliette – A young girl
Barry – Pianist
Arthur – Barry's friend
Daril – A mysterious nobody
Dr. John Samuel – Doctor
Alice – Teacher
Max– A 15-year-old girl
Meri Fernandes – Max -mother
Peter – Psychologist
Martha – 29-year-old woman
Rose – A poor girl
Sara – Mark's grandmother
Harry – Another mysterious outcast
David – Police
Charles Dickens – Professor
Robert – Cook
Joseph – Businessman
Charlie – Engineering student
Glenford – Writer, Charlie's father
Edward – Thief
Wendy Bird – David's wife
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chapter 1: THE birthday of Doom
A nameless ship sliced through the western sea, parting the waves with quiet authority. Its destination was New York. From London, it carried those hoping to start a new life—a handful of travelers with their dreams packed into silence.
The passengers were divided: the wealthy on the upper decks, the poor relegated below. Tonight, however, the ship pulsed with life. On the upper deck, a grand celebration was underway: the birthday of a prominent businessman's daughter. As midnight approached, the air was also thick with excitement—a new year was about to begin.
Below, the poor arranged their own humble celebration. They waited for the clock to strike twelve like a cat waiting to pounce on an unseen mouse.
And then—midnight came.
Two worlds, divided by status, celebrated in parallel. Fireworks above, songs below. But soon, the laughter faded. One by one, passengers retired to their quarters. The poor were given a shared hall with a few modest beds.
Moments later, the captain's voice summoned everyone to the main hall. Both rich and poor gathered, still groggy from the festivities. The captain and his aides entered with grave expressions.
> "Why have you called us now?" asked one of the passengers. "What's going on?"
The captain responded solemnly:
> "Something is wrong. Our course… has changed. We were heading west toward New York. But something is pulling us away—and the compass... it's broken."
Confused murmurs spread.
> "Check your own compasses," he continued.
A man took his out. The needle spun wildly—directionless.
> "And that's not all," said the captain. "We're unable to communicate with any other ships or signals. Whatever's happening... it's serious. I wanted to inform you all. Please return to your rooms and rest. By morning, this will all be behind us."
But it wasn't.
A sudden change overtook the sea. Winds screamed. Rain lashed. Giant waves slammed the hull. Panic spread like fire.
> "Stay in your rooms!" shouted the crew. "It's just a storm—it will pass!"
But they didn't believe it.
The captain struggled at the helm, drenched and trembling. Then—his aide pointed forward with a voice of terror.
> "Captain! Look!"
There it was.
A column of blinding white light stood on the ocean's horizon, stretching into the sky like a sword from heaven—awaiting them.
The captain's breath caught. Death stood before them, dressed in myth.
For one brief moment, the captain drew a trembling cross in the air and whispered a silent prayer.
> "I lied to them," he thought. "I told them they'd be safe."
But now—the light was calling.
And the waves threw the ship toward it.