DEATH NOTE II | ABYSS OF DESTINY

Chapter 1 : Whispers of Storm and power

Casablanca, the Moroccan metropolis, a city where the past whispered to the present. Palm trees lined its paths, and the Atlantic Ocean stretched out over the horizon. The city was a blend of Arab-Muslim heritage and architectural legacies from the colonial period, it's where commerce and culture meet.
As evening approached, the weather took a dramatic turn. The sky, once a clear expanse of twilight blue, was now marred by the advance of brooding clouds. A cool breeze turned into a howling wind, carrying whispers of a storm that grew louder with each passing moment. The air grew heavy, charged with the promise of a storm that whispered of its impending arrival with the scent of rain on the wind.

In the quieter part of town, Smael was heading back home after a long tiring day of work, black hair, tousled by the growing wind, gave him a distinguished air. Behind his glasses, his eyes, a deep brown, reflected a mind that was always questioning, always searching. He was known for his good, with a charm that was both effortless and disarming.

The city is cloaked in an ominous darkness, rain lashed at the earth, and thunder boomed, a symphony of nature's power that held Smael spellbound. Lightning illuminated the heavens, revealing the silhouette of a plane—a military aircraft, the unusual loud sound of the plane going through the clouds caught smael's attention, the aircraft seemed larger, bigger, closer to the earth than the sky, it didn't took him long until he noticed that the giant plane was heading directly at where he stands, frozen in place, as the aircraft hurtles closer, he realized that there is no escape so he opened his arms to the wind and screamed : (well life! Crashed under a military plane, in this beautiful scary storm, i can't complain ...) closed his eyes, waiting for the end, as the sound became more intense and louder, his fake little smile on his face was hiding an enormous amount of fear, fear of death...

A shockwave that shook the very soul of Casablanca, the plane crashed, a catastrophic force that echoed through the city, a fireball erupting in the night, marking the site with a terrible beauty. a spectacle of fire and destruction, a beast unleashed upon the land. Smael was thrown to the ground by the force of the impact. His ears ringing and his body shaking. The acrid smell of burning fuel fills the air, mingling with the scent of rain and earth. He looks around, his eyes stung with the smoke, barely opened his eyes, Smael stood, a silent witness to the devastation. The flames reflected in his wide eyes, a vision of hell, the once familiar streets are now a scene of chaos, flames devouring what remained of the plane, dancing shadows on the buildings, creating a nightmarish tableau. Inside the chaos, an empty space wasn't touched by the fire, it looked like a piece of heaven, Smael tried hardly to approach it, something in the middle of the that circle, something black, the heat was intense, step by step, Smael could finally see the strange thing inside the flames, it's a Notebook, the more he got closer, the more details he realized, finally he reached for the notebook, his fingers closing around it with a certainty, it's a black notebook, DEATH NOTE, only words that were written on that black background, with a strange ancient font, As he clutched the Death Note to his chest, the world around him faded to a blur. He stumbled away from the wreckage, away from the screams and the sirens, into the tempest that had birthed this nightmare. The rain, now a deluge, washed over him, cleansing the ash from his skin but not the image seared into his mind, Smael ran not knowing where his feet would take him,

He's home, not knowing the how or the way, he's finally home, as he knocked, the door opened, his parents were waiting, their faces etched with worry. They had seen the news, the images of the fiery crash painting their television screen. When Smael stepped through the door, their worry turned to relief, then to a barrage of questions. After reassuring them of his safety, Smael joined them to track the news, where they promised to report the news,

After minutes of silence, the reporter said:
"Good evening. We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this breaking news. A major tragedy has struck Casablanca tonight. A military aircraft has crashed in the outskirts of the city amidst a severe storm that has been battering the region.
Eyewitnesses report a loud explosion followed by a massive fireball lighting up the night sky. The crash site is described as a scene of devastation, with flames engulfing the wreckage and smoke billowing into the air. Emergency services are on the scene, and rescue operations are underway.The cause of the crash is not yet known, but it occurred during a powerful storm that meteorologists say is one of the worst in recent memory. The authorities are urging people to stay away from the area to allow first responders to do their work. We saw also that FBI, SWAT, national security and agents are involved, swarmed the area, the area is cordoned off, and the press was kept at a distance, left to speculate on the many secrets that the night held. We will continue to update you with more information as this story develops.Stay with us for ongoing coverage of this unfolding tragedy."