Heaven Will Not Fall

Abruptly, I roused from slumber within an unfamiliar landscape.

Recollections evade me, and the world appears utterly transformed.

Crimson stains adorn my hands and spine, veiling the truth of my ordeal.

Beside me sat an individual who proffered a wardrobe, their countenance adorned with a benevolent grin. "You embody our sole beacon of possibility. This singular aid is within my power to bestow," they uttered, before gradually dissipating into the ether, a vanishing specter.

Having garnered a modicum of vitality, I embarked on an exploration of the surroundings.

Continuing to traverse this enigmatic terrain, my gaze alighted upon a young maiden, burdened by a woven receptacle, navigating the thoroughfare. In tow, an assembly of peculiar individuals shadowed her every step.

An inkling of trepidation gripped me as I discerned an imminent peril looming over the child. The disconcerting demeanor and calculated gestures of those men bespoke a malevolent intent on the cusp of realization.

Intrigued by an insatiable curiosity, I trailed their path.

As I traversed the thoroughfare, an array of mobile structures containing individuals, accompanied by luminous beams illuminating the pathway, came into view. These inhabitants donned attire distinct from my own.

The gazes of those whom I encountered en route were invariably drawn towards me. I endeavored to deflect their attention, all the while meticulously dissecting the circumstances.

Unfaltering in my pursuit of the enigmatic figures, an abrupt juncture ensued. The group abruptly converged upon the young damsel, forcibly wresting her possessions from her grasp. Moreover, a pointed implement was brandished menacingly in her direction, accompanied by vehement shouts.

In the midst of this unfolding scene, the first figure, demanded with a sense of urgency to know the whereabouts of the girl's father. He lamented the prolonged and fruitless search for him, highlighting the unresolved debt that had spurred their relentless quest. The young girl, caught in the midst of their confrontation, pleaded with a tremor in her voice, professing her ignorance regarding her father's location and imploring for her freedom. The Guy's resolve remained unyielding, however, as he declared their intent to make this situation a cautionary lesson for her elusive father, a retribution for his perceived deception and continued evasion.

A sharp, resounding slap landed upon the young girl's delicate countenance, eliciting tears that streamed down her cheeks in earnest. Surrounding bystanders maintained their distance, an unspoken fear evidently chaining their actions. The oppressive atmosphere could not escape my notice, and an impassioned surge stirred within me, an undeniable compulsion arising to mete out retribution for the grievous transgressions unfolding before my eyes.

The inexplicable surge coursing through my veins defied rational explanation, propelling me into swift motion as I navigated the space between us. In a fleeting instant, my leg extended with remarkable precision, connecting with one of the assailant's visage in a forceful kick. Astonishingly, my blow proved devastating, toppling him to the ground. The sensation that accompanied this action was alien yet empowering, distinct from the strength exhibited by those against whom I intervened. The surprising efficacy of my kick left me astounded, its outcome surpassing any anticipation I held.

"Hey!" exclaimed one of the assailants with a mix of outrage and incredulity, his voice rife with indignation. "By what audacity do you invade our midst and assault my kin? Are you at all cognizant of our stature?"

As if summoned by the commotion, the remaining quartet of men surged forward, propelled by a shared intent to confront me. Amid this tumult, the young girl sought refuge behind my presence, her vulnerability seeking solace within the unexpected shield I had become.

Trembling with fear, the girl's voice tremulously broke the tension. "I'm frightened. Your assistance means everything to me. And I'm profoundly sorry for inadvertently drawing you into this ordeal."

"Be at ease, young one. I shall manage this," I reassured the trembling girl in an attempt to soothe her distress.

As my attention remained fixed on her, an adversary among the group I confronted initiated a motion. With deliberate intent, he launched a punch, yet his actions unfolded in a languid fashion. In an astonishing realization, their movements seemed transparent, their intentions laid bare before my discerning gaze.

A collective fury engulfed the group, their anger escalating as they focused their ire on the defenseless girl shielded by my presence.

"Behold the coward," taunted one amidst their midst, his words laced with disdain. "Preferring to engage only with those deemed inferior in your eyes."

Summoning my newfound abilities, I confronted each assailant head-on, channeling only a fraction of my strength to incapacitate them swiftly and decisively. With measured force, I dispatched them one by one, rendering them unconscious without causing undue harm.

Clutching my hand tightly, the young girl implored me to follow her lead, prompting us to embark on a swift escape.

After a brisk interval of running, our journey culminated at a dwelling that bore the semblance of her abode. It was within these walls that I surmised she had her residence.

Guiding me towards the entrance, the girl expressed her desire for me to step into her dwelling, offering an invitation to meet her family.

Unbeknownst to me, an odd, almost unfamiliar rumble emanated from my stomach, a peculiarity that left me perplexed without an immediate explanation.

"Ah, is your hunger making itself known?" the girl inquired with perceptiveness, her voice layered with gratitude for my intervention. "I am immensely indebted to you, kind sir, for your assistance in that dire moment. Words seem insufficient to express my gratitude. To reciprocate, I wish to introduce you to my family and extend to you sustenance for your kindness."

Perplexed by the unexpected rumbling emanating from my stomach, I found myself at a loss for an appropriate response, as the cause of this peculiar phenomenon remained a mystery to me.

"By all means, Mister. I go by the name Luna," the girl introduced herself warmly. "And might I inquire about your name?"

"I find myself in a similar predicament. Regrettably, I cannot recall my own name," I admitted, a sense of shared uncertainty coloring my words.

Retaining my silence about the depths of my memory lapse, I recognized the opportunity to glean information by remaining in Luna's company as I sought to rekindle my recollections.