FALLEN HEAVEN: RISE OF FAIZI TIAN
Episode 1: The Night of Fire and Blood
The village of Yunfeng lay quiet beneath a starless sky. It was a humble place, hidden deep between the Blackflame Forest and the jagged Thousand Peaks Ridge. The villagers lived simple lives, farming rice fields, hunting in the mountains, and praying to the old gods.
Inside a wooden house on the edge of the village, a boy of ten sat cross-legged by the fireplace, his face glowing in the warm orange light. His name was Faizi Tian.
His mother combed his hair gently while his father carved a small wooden sword.
"Someday," his father said, smiling as he smoothed the hilt, "you'll hold a real one and protect those who can't protect themselves."
"I'll become the strongest warrior ever!" Faizi grinned.
His mother chuckled. "Then you'd better finish your dinner first, little warrior."
It was a peaceful moment — the kind that becomes a memory only after it's been taken.
That night, the wind changed.
It howled across the forest like a beast hunting its prey. The trees trembled, birds fled, and somewhere in the distance, wolves refused to howl. A thick fog crept in from the eastern ridge, unnaturally fast.
Faizi felt it. Something was wrong. The warmth in the room suddenly felt distant. His chest tightened.
The village bell rang once… twice… then shattered mid-ring.
A scream tore through the night.
Then another.
Then fire.
Flames lit the eastern side of the village. Black shadows moved through the streets — tall, deformed creatures with glowing red eyes. The ground trembled beneath their charge.
Demons.
Not tales from ancient books. Real, living nightmares.
Faizi's father dropped the wooden sword and grabbed a long iron spear hidden beneath the bed.
"Take Faizi and run. Go west, into the forest. Don't stop. Don't turn around," he said, voice calm but heavy.
His mother froze. "No. We'll stay together—"
"Run, Liya. Please."
The door exploded inward. A demon entered — over seven feet tall, body wrapped in smoke, claws dripping with blood. Horns curled from his skull, and his mouth stretched unnaturally wide, grinning.
"Found you," the creature hissed. "The boy with the blood."
Faizi's mother grabbed him, shielding him with her body.
His father lunged with the spear.
But he was too slow.
A blast of black fire erupted from the demon's palm, hitting Faizi's father in the chest and launching him against the wall. He didn't move again.
"No!" Faizi cried, struggling in his mother's arms.
The demon moved closer. "We've waited long for this moment, child."
Faizi's mother screamed and charged, knife in hand. She stabbed the creature in the shoulder — but it didn't flinch. A claw pierced her chest.
Blood sprayed across Faizi's face.
Time froze.
Everything turned red.
He couldn't breathe. Couldn't cry.
The demon turned to him, raising one clawed hand.
But before he could strike, the floor beneath them split.
A glowing stone, pulsating with flame, rose into the air — as if summoned by fate. The stone flew into Faizi's chest and vanished inside him.
The demon froze. "No… impossible! That power was sealed!"
Faizi's body glowed. His veins lit up like rivers of molten fire. His eyes turned crimson.
There was no scream.
No roar.
Just silence… and then, an explosion of heat.
A shockwave blasted the demon through the burning walls.
When Faizi opened his eyes, he was no longer the same.
His body trembled. His face was covered in blood. His hands clutched his father's broken wooden sword.
His mother's body lay in his lap, her hand still wrapped around his.
He stood up, barely able to walk, and stumbled toward the door. The village was in ruins. Flames and smoke painted the night sky.
But Faizi didn't run.
He looked up at the stars and made a vow.
"I will find them… every last demon… and I'll bury them."
"I don't care if I have to fight till the heavens fall."
"I swear… I will rise."
And so, on the night the heavens turned their face, a boy with no power began the journey that would one day make even the gods tremble.
This was the beginning of Faizi Tian — the flame that would burn the darkness.