His justice

There are two types of people in this kingdom

Humans inhabit the land of light (a virtuous city of utopia), everyone in it lives in comfort, prosperity, and luxury. They do not know the meaning of pain and hunger. They live in luxury and bliss in large, tall, modern, white buildings. They wear luxurious clothes and eat the most delicious foods. There is no poor or sad among them. They are born and grow up in this big city without knowing what hunger or injustice is.

And humans who live in ruins (a dirty lowland surrounding the land of light full of poverty, killing, theft, exploitation and injustice. People strive to live day by day and live in fear of each other and of the inhabitants of the land of light. So you see them as cruel, so how do you live in a land called ruin and not be cruel?

Despite that, they are like all other human beings. They have families, children, and husbands who strive and fight for their children and wives, and the children grow up to help their families.

The inhabitants of the Land of Light have always believed that other people are just filthy scum of insects that do not have feelings, and that they are just murderous madmen who only want evil and harm to the inhabitants of the Land of Light.

Likewise, the inhabitants of the Land of Desolation have always believed that those who live in that charming white land have rich, unjust pigs.

Our story tells about a twelve-year-old boy who lives within the ruined area. He lives moving between the dirty alleys and earns his food by stealing from others. He may steal money by picking it up from passers-by, or he goes to areas that gather vendors who sell vegetables and fruits, and those areas are dangerous because most of these goods belong to the upper area. And there are guards who follow the supreme kingdom that controls everything.

But this boy was used to the guards and was quick witted to pick up unnoticed and take his food to eat alone every day. The boy had been used to living this way ever since his family died.

One day, the boy was walking near a village whose owners were gathering, and there was a man preaching to them. The man was wearing shabby clothes made of animal wool and skins. He was speaking with his eyes full of tears and his voice full of desire as he said: (O my people, are you not tired of this great injustice? Are you not tired of humiliating humiliation? Humiliation forces you to prevent your children and yourselves from your fruits and give them to a dishonored traitor, a traitor who takes the food of his nation and gives it to a damned pig) So they took They chanted and shouted (No, we will not be silent about injustice. We will not submit to a damned enemy).

Then the boy crossed a wall and stole food because they were so busy chanting that they did not see him. Then he escaped from the village without being noticed, and hid in a forest while eating food, and in the meantime he heard a scream coming from the village, but it was different. It was not like the scream he had heard before. This was a cry of pain and fear. The boy looked from afar and found the village full of flames. He found the guards beheading people and kidnapping women and children. He ran away from the village, but he sprained his ankle and hit his head on the ground and lost consciousness....

The boy woke up and found himself put in a cage on a horse-drawn cart. And he was riding a horse, one of the lower guards. (The lower guards are from the inhabitants of the Land of Desolation, but they follow the authority of the upper kingdom, which is the kingdom of light, and they are known as the dogs of the upper kingdom)

But the boy was calm and quickly understood his situation. The boy looked around to see women and children in cages, but they were quiet and their eyes were open terrifyingly as if they were screaming out loud without saying a word. There were dead women and children beside them. The boy quickly understood why. He said in his mind: (The guards shut them up by killing some of them ). And he smiled tensely and fearfully, thinking: (This is not new).