Year 1994

The universe is vast, so is its pizzazz. It is invariably mysterious, unpredictable and bewitching. You never know when and how it opens up itself for you to discover something astonishing.

He was also bewitched by its magic and was trapped by its deliberateness. Stooped over a machine, he was shivering with cold surrounding the woods. He picked up a tiny beaker filled with golden liquid and poured it into a small lanky tube fitted in the engine.
He gave it a 30th-time key but it didn't work again. The golden liquid was rusting like iron inside the machine.

"Aaaahhhg! Why me?" He kicked the machine and tossed the beaker away. He slid against the machine and slumped on the damp mud of the woods. He gazed around the forest again. This is the only thing he had been doing for a year_trying to fix the rocket machine every day and when couldn't succeed, he would stare at the golden woods surrounding him.

How come, he had ended up on this weird Golden planet? Which couldn't even give gold enough to fix his rocket machine.

He closed his eyes and began to reminisce about the process he adopted while launching his rocket at home. He had been trying to fix it each and everything for a month, surviving among the deserted territory. No one, even the inhabitants of the planet hadn't drop by to say a hello. He didn't know if there were any inhabitants or not.

The forest was beautiful, like heaven. There was a golden cascade on the top of a hill. The woods were made of gold, their fruits had golden skin but they all tasted like fruits on earth.
He often speculated himself dead and living in heaven. But it wasn't true, the place appeared to be spectacular imagery of Paradise on the surface, but there was something peculiar about its aura. He was lost in his thoughts that sleep overpowered him and he fell asleep.

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"This is not the end. You will pay a heavy price for this."

She screeched loudly, pulling at the handcuffs. Her purple dress with golden beads was torn and blood-stained at several places. Her dark-brown hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead and back. Her eyes were blazing-red. Her complexion was tan but tired. She was panting furiously, chained to the dirty wall of the cell.

"Shut your bloody mouth!" He yelled at her, slapping her across the face. He had a heavy grave voice full of venom. He was bald and had greenish flaky skin that kept on falling like it was decaying but got repaired soon too.

"You are defeated. Accept it, whether you like it or not." He yanked her head up and started in her red eyes through his dead, hollow black ones.

"Ha! The war is not started yet. Wait for the destruction of your Deaunknet in front of your very eyes." She smirked, anger fuming in her eyes.

"Enjoy your imagination. It is the least you can do." He chuckled, patting her head like he was her master.

"You have no notion of what I can do." She roared like an injured lioness.

"Maybe, but I am pretty sure that all you can do now is howl like a wounded bitch and nothing more." He sneered at her and left the cell.

She mentally pitied his overconfidence and stupidity. She didn't answer him back this time. She had better plans to work on. After a year, finally, she could make her late father proud. She looked down at her feet and smiled to herself.

"Here! Eat this, because it is your last food." A man who looked just like Dork (the man who earlier came into the cell), appeared in front of her with a tray of rotten fruits and a bowl of stinky wine. He moved towards her with the bowl and attached it to her lips. She didn't protest and holding her breath, she began to take sips of it. Her eyes suddenly caught sight of keys hanging with his waistband. She was lucky today that Dork forgot to chain her feet too.

"Move a little closer. I can't drink wine easily." He raised his hairless eyebrow at her and stepped a bit closer to her.

She slowly raised one leg and hit him in the groin. This caused him to stumble and fall on the dark floor in pain. He looked up at her smirking face and picking up an axe he had with him, he attacked her.

She dodged aside, raising one of her arms cuffed with a long chain attached to the wall. The axe clashed with the chain and it broke. He again swung his axe at her and again he lost his aim hitting the other chain.

She was free now, without skipping a beat in the joy of freedom she pounced on him, toppling him down and slashing his throat with his axe. Thick dark-green fluid streamed over the floor. She stood up grabbing the keys out of his waistband and removed his cloak spotted with his blood. She wore it with a disgusting expression and carefully clicking the key into the lock, she sprinted into the dark alley.

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