Unknown Karma

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙

Once upon a time, in a distant corner of the galaxy, there lived a young boy named Aaron. He was just five years old, full of curiosity and innocence. Little did he know that his life was about to take a drastic turn.

In a universe filled with tales of heroes and villains, there was one name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls – Malachi. He was a notorious criminal, wanted in every quadrant for his heinous deeds. Malachi was a man of sinister cunning, known to be merciless and heartless, and he had a spaceship that was as feared as he was.

One fateful day, as Aaron played in the fields near his home, he was suddenly snatched away by an unseen force. Malachi had appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the young boy's wrist with a vice-like grip. Aaron struggled, his tiny fingers clenched into fists, and he bit down hard on Malachi's arm, but the villain's grip remained firm and unyielding.

With Aaron in his clutches, Malachi began to drag the boy toward his menacing spacecraft, a vessel that struck fear into the hearts of those who crossed its path. The spaceship was a dark, metallic behemoth, adorned with ominous symbols and armed with technology beyond imagination.

As the young boy was pulled closer to the ship, his heart raced, and his thoughts raced faster. He thought of his family, of the home he might never see again, and of the adventures he would never have. Desperation fueled his struggle, but against the overpowering strength of Malachi, his efforts seemed futile.

As the boy was pulled through the spaceship's entrance, a sense of dread and uncertainty washed over him. Little did he know that this unexpected encounter would set into motion a series of events that would forever change the course of his life, and perhaps, the fate of the universe itself.

As Aaron turned six, his life took a nightmarish turn. Malachi, the notorious villain, began his merciless training of the young boy. It was a relentless and grueling ordeal that lasted for days on end. Malachi forced Aaron to endure intense physical training for nearly 48 hours without rest. If Aaron ever refused or showed any sign of weakness, Malachi would unleash torment upon the young boy, making the alternative seem unbearable.

The training sessions were brutal and unforgiving. Aaron was pushed to the limits of his endurance, subjected to exercises that seemed impossible for a child his age. He was made to lift heavy objects, run endless miles, and endure painful drills. Malachi watched with a cold, unrelenting gaze, his cruel and taunting words echoing in the confined space of the spaceship.

One day, as Aaron lay exhausted on the cold, metallic floor of the ship, he mustered the courage to speak. "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?" he asked, his voice quivering.

Malachi, who had been monitoring Aaron's every move, stepped closer. His voice was like ice as he responded, "I have my reasons, Aaron. You're here for a purpose, a purpose that only I understand. You can become something more, something powerful. But power comes at a price, and that price is obedience."

Aaron, despite his young age, was not entirely naive. He realized that Malachi's training was molding him into something he didn't want to become, a pawn in a sinister game. "I don't want to be what you want me to be. I just want to go home," he pleaded.

Malachi's expression hardened. "Home? That's a luxury you can't afford anymore. Your family, your old life, they no longer exist. You belong to me now, and I won't tolerate disobedience. Remember, young one, that I can be far more cruel than you can imagine."

Days turned into weeks, and Aaron's life became an unending cycle of harsh training and fear. The spaceship became a prison, and Malachi, his tormentor. Aaron's only solace was the dim hope that one day, he might find a way to escape this nightmarish existence and return to the life he once knew.