As night fell that evening, King Kailen of the Everila Kingdom, Elara's father, ordered, "Go and capture him."
The soldiers immediately set off.
In the darkness of the palace, Princess Elara stood at the back, her presence carrying a mysterious aura. She was about nineteen years old. Her long, red hair waves flowed slowly over her shoulders and back, like a web of golden threads.
The shape of her face made it clear that her beauty was not only superficial—there was depth and intelligence in her eyes, as if she could see everything and understand the meaning behind it. A slight smile touched her lips, showing her calm and confident nature.
She wore a thin, crown-like gold chain on her head, balancing her gentle and powerful personality. Her red dress, in the dim light, looked deep and like silky burning fire. She noticed all of this and realized that her father had given such an order in the middle of the night.
King Kaelen's Everila kingdom was very prestigious, and his daughter Elara was considered the highest symbol of beauty, growing more youthful with each passing day.
Elara was noticing all of this. She thought to herself, "Why did my father make this decision?"
And then another question arose in her mind, "Whom is he taking as a prisoner?"
A slight curiosity and thoughtfulness shone in Elara's eyes, as if she was trying to understand the meaning behind every event.
On the other side, the old grandfather seated Riyan Black inside the room and spoke in a gentle voice,
"I am a spiritual guru… would you like to learn?"
A brief spark of excitement appeared on Riyan's face, but he immediately remembered his mother's words. He said nervously,
"No… no, I don't want to die."
The old man smiled softly and said,
"As you wish. I cannot force you. Okay, as you like."
After a short pause, he continued,
"But I can teach you spiritual breathing—how to raise the level of your soul."
Riyan shook his head and refused.
The old man spoke gently,
"Alright, child. Anyway, I will leave tomorrow. You don't need to have food brought here for you."
Riyan asked in surprise,
"Are you leaving because you are upset with me?"
The old man laughed softly,
"No, not at all. I have a lot of work, that's why I must go."
"You may go," the old man said in a calm voice, as if there was a deep compulsion hidden behind his words.
Riyan returned home late at night. There were blood stains on the door. He rushed inside in fear, but the house was empty.
He ran here and there in panic and shouted loudly,
"Mother! Mother!"
But no answer came.
The neighbors gathered and stood at the door. They only watched in silence, as if they had nothing to say.
Suddenly, an old man stepped forward from the crowd and said in a heavy voice,
"The monsters have taken your mother away."
"Now you are an orphan."
Riyan looked at him in disbelief. Tears filled his eyes. He cried and screamed loudly. Then, pushing the crowd aside with his hands, he made his way back to the same old man… the one he called ' Grandpa.'
Riyan rushed straight into the room, panting, and cried out,
"Help me! You can save my mother!"
The old man spoke in a calm voice,
"Yes… but on one condition. If you learn spiritual power—the very breath that raises the level of the soul."
Riyan shouted in anger,
"This is what you care about now?"
The old man took a deep breath and said,
"Son, here no one cares for anyone. Even your mother used to send food so that I could give her spiritual power and keep her young."
Riyan's face burned with fury. He roared,
"I will go and find my mother myself!"
But at that very moment, the old man raised his hand. With his gesture, the door of the room closed on its own, and Riyan was stopped inside.
The old man spoke in a serious voice,
"Alright… I will be the one to find your mother. But for the first ten minutes, you must do everything I say."
Riyan had no other choice. Helplessly, he nodded in agreement.
The old man sat down on the floor and made Riyan sit in front of him. Slowly, he began to teach him the true breath of a spiritual master—the method by which the soul could be made stronger.
The old man explained,
Remember, there's a limit to strengthening your soul, a million grams. You can increase it by as many grams as you want. But it's impossible to achieve."
Riyan focused and began to copy him. As soon as he repeated the breath, a faint glow shone from his body, as if his soul had truly awakened.