CHAPTER - 1: WORLD OF PEACE
INDIA, DELHI
Darkness dominates the space.
So dense that it's impossible to tell who stands where—or even who is speaking.
Faces don't exist here. Shapes don't either.
Only the feeling that the darkness itself has found a voice.
A pause.
Then, quietly—almost respectfully—
"They're gone, sir.
All three of them."
Sonora, Mexico
In the tourist bus, the guide was saying,
"Tomorrow morning we will reach the Gran Desierto of Mexico."
A man sitting on the right side, third-to-last window seat listened quietly.
Name: Clive Grayson
Age: 27
From: America
Profession: Accountant
Tourist, for now.
Where does all that energy come from? he thought. She even said the full name. And we're in Mexico, so the desert will be in Mexico, right? It's not like it'll be in Africa.
Space, Solar System
Earth is rotating peacefully.
Sun is giving light.
Moon is calm and watching the Earth.
Mars is silent and heat is wrapping Mars as always.
Bhuj, Kachchh, India
A muscular man walked down the road, carrying a bag on his back.
He moved with the energy of pure testosterone, each step confident, deliberate.
Chill. Calm. Nothing to worry about.
This was his belief—stay relaxed, stay energetic, let life flow.
Rann of Kachchh, Kachchh, India
The white desert of the Kachchh lay silent.
No one was here.
The desert was calm, taking in the heat, breathing the salt.
Silence stretched endlessly—not a single person in sight.
Meanwhile…
Alongside, in Meghalaya, India, in Shillong,
People were taking in the fresh air.
Tourists were admiring the beauty of Lailum.
Someone was boating in the cleanest river of Asia, Dawki.
Some people were even drinking the waters of Dawki.
And in China,
A group of tourists walked on the Great Wall.
They were enjoying the view, feeling the history beneath their feet.
Seoul, South Korea
As always, it was busy.
People moved in every direction.
The city never paused.
Not on Earth, but somewhere, someone was talking to someone.
"Hummm… uum… mm…"
"Mm… earrrr… weee… Leeen…"
Bhuj, Kachchh, India
Inside St. Zavier's School, the day unfolded like any other.
In a ninth-grade classroom, students sat in neat rows, their notebooks open, pens moving steadily across the pages. The low hum of writing and quiet whispers filled the room. A ceiling fan rotated slowly overhead, stirring the warm air.
At the front, the teacher stood with a marker in hand.
Her voice was calm but clear as she explained the lesson, occasionally turning to write on the whiteboard. Each word and line was precise, her gestures measured yet natural, as if she had repeated this routine countless times before.
"Focus," she said softly, glancing around the room.
A few students straightened immediately, while others scribbled down notes with quiet diligence.
Everything was orderly.
Everything was normal.
Down the corridor, in the principal's office, the day was equally steady.
The principal sat behind his desk, immersed in paperwork. Files were neatly stacked, papers reviewed carefully. His pen moved methodically, signing forms, marking approvals. The faint rustle of paper was the only sound, accompanied by the distant laughter of children playing outside.
Through the window, the school grounds stretched under the morning sun. Students walked to and from classrooms, chatting quietly, carrying books and bags. Life within St. Zavier's School flowed predictably, smoothly—just as it always had.
The teacher, the students, and the principal—
all went about their routines with calm precision.
No interruptions. No surprises.
Just an ordinary day in Bhuj.
Sonora, Mexico
The morning unfolded over the Gran Desierto of Sonora, its peaceful rays stretching across the desert.
The sunrise was happening, as it always did, slowly spilling light over the endless dunes, turning each grain of sand into molten gold. The desert remained vast and silent, the only movement the subtle ripple of wind shaping the sands.
Everything felt calm. Steady. Ordinary.
Yet in that stillness, the desert seemed alive, holding a quiet grandeur that made the morning stretch endlessly, timeless and serene.
The bus had stopped in the vast Sonoran desert, and all the tourists had stepped down, stretching their legs and taking in the morning air. The golden sunlight spilled over the dunes, painting the sands in soft, molten hues.
A young girl turned to the tour guide, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Wow, what a rise it is. Ma'am, does it happen daily here?"
The tour guide smiled, nodding.
"Yeah," she said simply.
Clive, standing a few steps away, thought to himself, "So it happens every day… I've never seen a day when the sun didn't rise."
As he glanced around, something caught his eye. A calm girl stood a little to his left, her posture relaxed yet deliberate. There was something different about her. Something thoughtful, almost lost in her own world.
Curiosity nudged him forward. He approached her, offering a small smile.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello," she replied softly.
"I'm Clive. And you are?"
"Eliza… Eliza is my name," she answered.
Clive hesitated, then spoke, a bit unsure.
"Sorry to ask, but… you seem different. I mean… like you're thinking about something."
Eliza shook her head gently.
"No, I'm just… thinking about this place. How beautiful the sunrise is."
Clive smiled, looking out at the horizon.
"Yeah… it really is."
Amazon, Brazil
Above the dense Amazon rainforest, something moved through the air.
Flying high over the canopy, it observed the forest from above, tracing the winding rivers and shimmering lakes that dotted the landscape. The vast green expanse stretched endlessly in every direction, a living maze of trees and foliage.
It crossed from one cluster of trees to another, gliding silently, surveying every detail—the shape of the leaves, the gaps between the trunks, the subtle patterns of light and shadow.
It was searching, always searching, scanning the forest below with relentless focus.
The Amazon spread beneath like a vast, breathing organism, and whatever moved above it moved with purpose—observing, tracking, mapping every inch, never missing a single detail.
One of the flying objects shot away from the others, cutting through the Amazon with unbelievable speed. It raced outward, faster and faster, moving toward the distant sea, the horizon stretching endlessly before it.
It reached a small village below.
A man on the ground caught sight of it and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"UFOO!!!"
But before he could react further, the object swooped down, and in an instant, he was lifted off the ground, floating helplessly in the air.
"No… no… no!!! What is this?! Help me!!!" he cried.
And just like that, he disappeared inside the object.
The flying object scanned again. Another person, oblivious to the presence above, was detected. Within moments, the same fate befell them—swept up at lightning speed, vanishing into the craft.
In the streets below, three, four… seven people were now caught in its path.
The object moved faster and faster, precise and unstoppable. One by one, they were lifted, screaming, helpless, until all of them had vanished.
Still, it did not slow. Racing across the ocean coast, it captured the few who happened to be there. Then, without pause, it surged onward—north, faster and faster, disappearing into the distance with unimaginable velocity.
The air vibrated with its movement, leaving only silence in its wake, a trail of astonishment and fear that would be remembered by no one… yet witnessed by all who had glimpsed it.
Sonora, Mexico
Eliza glanced at Clive.
"You came here alone?"
"Yeah," Clive replied.
"You like to travel alone?" she asked.
"No, not really. Actually, my wife was supposed to come, but she had work, so she didn't," he said.
"Your wife… you're married?"
"Yeah," Clive nodded.
"Oh… what does she do?"
"She works in the marketing department of the company I work at," he explained.
"Ah… office romance marriage, huh?"
Clive chuckled softly. "You could say that."
Suddenly, a scream echoed from afar.
"Help me!!!"
All the tourists turned toward the sound.
Eliza's eyes widened.
"You heard that?"
Clive nodded, tense.
"Yes… I heard it too."
Another scream pierced the air:
"Help me!!!"
"Leave me!!!"
Clive frowned.
"What is happening?"
The tour guide spoke cautiously,
"Something must have happened. We should check."
Then, without warning, the same flying object streaked toward them, faster and faster.
Everyone froze, eyes wide.
"UFO… but here?" someone whispered.
The object swooped down, grabbing a man standing at the front.
"What!!" he shouted.
Clive immediately grabbed Eliza's hand, pulling her left, away from the chaos.
Eliza stayed calm for a moment, then ran with him.
The tour guide sprinted left as well, dragging along an elderly man who had started to flee slowly.
The object hovered over the old man, watching him.
Eliza glanced back, worried, but Clive didn't stop—he kept pulling her forward. Behind them, the tour guide ran to keep up.
A man on the right tried to escape in the opposite direction, but the object turned, following, observing.
The elderly man's hand slipped from the tour guide's grasp. He fell to the sand. She reached to grab him again—but before she could, the object lifted him into the air.
"Save me! Help me!" he screamed.
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CHAPTER - 1 PART - 2
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