Once, a long time ago — so long that few even remember — there existed extraordinary stones, each possessing mysterious and powerful energies called " the wonder stones "
Their origin was unknown, shrouded in secrets lost to time. These stones held dominion over the elements of nature, and there were four of them, each with its own distinct color and power:
The yellow stone, which controlled lightning.
The red stone, which controlled fire.
The blue stone controlled water.
The white stone controlled the air
Some who came into possession of these stones used them for selfish, even wicked purposes — to steal, to harm, to threaten the peace of others. But not all. Others wielded their stones for good: to build and heal, to farm and craft, to protect and defend.
These stones passed from parent to child, lying dormant until the death of the parent who bore its power. Only then would the stone's strength awaken in the child. In the rare case of a childless couple, the stone would seek out a new bearer at random — a stranger chosen by fate.
As centuries passed, humanity multiplied, and the number of stone-bearers dwindled. With the rapid rise of technology and industry, people turned their backs on the stones. No longer needed, no longer trusted, they faded from memory. Eventually, they were written off as little more than legend — myths tucked away in ancient books. It was said that the wonder stones had lost their power, that they no longer worked.
But legends have a way of waiting for the right moment to return.
Yuna and Luna were identical twins very similar in appearance, twenty-one years old. They shared not only a bond of blood, but a connection so deep that when one was hurt, the other felt the pain as if it were her own.
Yet in character, they were not entirely the same. Some traits they shared, while others set them apart.
Both were students at university —
Yuna, devoted and calm, studied at the College of Nursing.
Luna, curious and full of wonder, pursued the study of Astronomy
It was the end of the week at the university, and Yuna sat alone on a bench in one of the gardens, waiting patiently for Luna. The sun cast warm golden rays through the trees, and the breeze carried the distant laughter of students wrapping up their day.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind, light and cheerful.
"How was your day?" Luna asked, leaning in to surprise her.
Yuna gave a tired sigh. "Boring, honestly. What about yours?"
"Pretty much the same," Luna replied with a shrug. "But don't worry — tomorrow we're going on that picnic, remember? The boredom will vanish."
"Yes, and don't forget we're doing a barbecue out there," Yuna added, a small smile forming.
"Of course I haven't forgotten. Now come on, let's get going."
The twins walked together toward the university bus that would take them home. Their house wasn't far — a modest, cozy place their father, Frodo Ribwan, had purchased for them when they began university. Their family home was in a distant city, and this arrangement allowed them to study in peace and comfort.
Their family was made up of the twins — Yuna and Luna — as well as their younger half-siblings, Rose and Cole. The twins shared the same father but not the same mother. Rose and Cole's mother, ( Samantha) was not Yuna and Luna's biological mother. Still, contrary to what many might expect, the relationship between the girls and Samantha was warm and full of mutual respect. She treated them like her own daughters and they, in turn, loved her dearly — even calling her "Mom."
Yuna and Luna would visit their family during holidays and special occasions but most of their time was spent in that simple house near the university. Their neighborhood was kind and tight-knit — neighbors cared for one another, though occasional disputes would arise, as in any community.
Unbeknownst to the twins, a black car had been tailing them for days. Inside were three men — members of a dangerous criminal organization known for its ruthless operations. Even the police and intelligence agencies had failed to stop them.
These three — Obi, Maro, and Bonaparte — appeared ordinary to any passerby but in truth, they were highly dangerous and deeply loyal to the syndicate.
That evening, they made their way through the dusty corridors of an abandoned factory, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the rusted walls. They were heading to their superior — the one they served without question.
When they reached the office, they found their commander ( Seto ) waiting. The three men stood in silence as Obi stepped forward and began the report.
"Commander Seto, based on our surveillance of the twins Yuna and Luna Ribwan, we've gathered a significant amount of information. It's all documented here."
He handed over a stack of papers. Seto scanned them slowly, eyes narrowing.
"Good," he said finally. "But it's not enough. You'll need to collect more — at least another week of observation. Then we proceed to the next phase."
Obi hesitated. "What is the next phase, sir?"
Seto's voice dropped, low and cold. "I want you to abduct the girls. Bring them to me alive."
"Understood, sir," the three responded in unison.
The week passed. The surveillance continued. Then came Monday — the day the twins usually walked the familiar path to the university, accompanied by other students who took the same route. The sun had just risen when a black vehicle suddenly swerved into their path, tires screeching.
The doors flew open and out stepped three large, masked men — the very same criminals. The students froze, stunned by the sight.
A few brave young men stepped forward. One of them shouted, "Who are you?"
Obi's voice was flat and emotionless. "Hand over the girls. Now. No trouble."
"You want to kidnap our classmates and expect us to let you?" the student barked back. "You're out of your minds."
Maro didn't wait. He pulled a pistol and fired. Two of the brave students fell, wounded, their cries piercing the sudden chaos.
Screams erupted. The rest of the students — especially the girls — ran in all directions. Among them were Yuna and Luna, running as fast as their legs would carry them. Meanwhile, several students rushed to help the injured, pulling them away from danger.
But it was too late — the three criminals had seen the twins flee.
And they had no intention of letting them escape.
Bonaparte narrowed his eyes as he watched the girls fleeing.
"They're escaping. We need to go after them."
Maro nodded sharply. "Let's go, you and I, Bonaparte. We'll catch them ourselves. Obi—follow us with the car. Once we've secured them, we'll load them into the vehicle. That way, the kidnapping will go smoothly."
"Got it," Obi replied.
The two girls, Yuna and Luna, clung to each other's hands as they ran, but they didn't get far. Bonaparte and Maro were fast—unnervingly fast
They had done this many times before. Bonaparte reached Yuna first, grabbing her from behind and pulling her tightly against him, locking her arms so she couldn't struggle. With a shove, he sent Luna stumbling straight into Maro's path. Maro seized her, covering her mouth as he injected the tranquilizer. Then he handed a second syringe to Bonaparte, who sedated Yuna before scooping her effortlessly into his arms.
Meanwhile, Obi pulled up in a sleek black car, the engine purring like a predator in the dark. Bonaparte and Maro got in quickly, placing the unconscious girls in the back seat, where ropes, duct tape, and blindfolds were already waiting. Maro climbed in with them, binding their wrists and ankles, covering their eyes with cloth, and sealing their mouths with tape. No sound escaped them now.
They took a hidden route known only to the gang, weaving through forgotten alleys and overgrown paths until they reached the abandoned factory—the lair of their leader.
Bonaparte and Maro carried the girls inside. But as they approached the inner hallway, Maro suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Ugh…" he winced, clutching his side. "Something's… off. I feel pain. All over."
Obi glanced back, concerned. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Just… a weird sudden pain. Probably exhaustion."
"It has been a long day."
"Yeah… that must be it."
Bonaparte turned, clearly irritated. "Hey, are we going to stand here all night or get moving?"
"We're coming. Shut up already," Maro snapped.
Together, the three entered the office of their boss.
Obi stepped forward. "Commander Seto, we've captured the twin girls—Yuna and Luna Ribwan."
Seto looked up from his desk, smiling coldly. "Well done."
"Pardon me, sir," Obi asked, "but what are we going to do with them?"
"I received a message. It turns out these girls possess vital organs that fetch a high price in the black market. A top-tier buyer is coming for them. I'll contact him shortly."
"Top-tier?!" Maro blinked. "I didn't realize they were that valuable."
"Indeed," Seto said. "Now, remove their blindfolds and duct tape. I want to see their faces."
Bonaparte and Maro did as instructed, peeling away the cloth and tape. As their eyes adjusted to the light, Seto studied the twins.
"Yes…" he murmured, satisfied. "A rare catch. We'll make a fortune from them. Separate them—twins always cause trouble when they're together."
Luna glared at him. "You all need glasses to see that you're the real trouble here."
Obi let out a dry chuckle. "Feisty one. Too bad you'll be dead soon."
"Why do you want to kill us so badly?" she asked.
"Because this mission benefits us."
"But you're hurting innocent people," Luna said. "Doesn't that matter to you? Or do other people's lives mean nothing?"
"Silence!" Maro barked.
Yuna's voice was calmer but firm. "Would you be okay with someone hurting you, or someone you care about, just to survive? What you're doing is wrong, no matter how you justify it—man, woman, child, it doesn't matter."
"Enough!" Maro shouted, raising his gun. He aimed it at them to shut them up, stepping closer to Luna and pressing the cold barrel against her forehead.
"That's better," he sneered. "Keep your mouths shut."
Luna looked him dead in the eyes. "Why are you pointing a gun at us? We were just talking."
Maro hesitated and then said
" We lived on the streets too. No shelter, no safety. But we joined ( the Red Hands gang ) to survive , that gang gived us home "
" You know it's wrong joining a gang that hurt people just to survive " she continued, her voice calm but laced with scorn
" I would rather die than live at the expense of others' lives and suffering "
There was a long pause . Maro said nothing . He still held the gun to her head, but her words pierced something deeper than fear .
Seto finally broke the silence. "Enough talk. Separate them. Now."
Bonaparte gave Yuna another shot of tranquilizer, catching her before she fell. As he carried her away, Luna shouted after them.
"Put her down! Leave her alone!"
Bonaparte didn't look back. "She's safe with me," he said calmly.
Maro struck Luna hard across the head, knocking her unconscious. Bonaparte placed Yuna in a room nearby and turned to return to Seto's office.
But something stopped him.
The hallway was cold—autumn winds howled outside—yet he felt an overwhelming heat wash over him. He frowned.
" That's odd…"
When he reached the metal door to Seto's office and touched the handle, he yanked his hand back immediately. It was scalding hot. He stared at it in disbelief.
" What the hell…? "
Using a handkerchief from his pocket, Bonaparte cautiously opened the door—
And what he saw inside froze him in place.
Both of Bonaparte's comrades lay dead on the ground. Seto, their leader, was charred—his hands and legs completely burned—and he, too, was lifeless.
Bonaparte stood frozen, his mind reeling. A deep shock gripped him as he staggered toward the bodies of his friends, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
That's when he heard it—
A voice, sharp and mocking, echoing from within the room.
"Well, hello, Mr. Bonaparte. That was quick,"
Luna said with biting sarcasm, casually perched on top of Seto's desk like it was a throne.
Bonaparte's voice trembled. "W–What… what is going on? Did you do this?!"
He was terrified. He'd only been gone for two minutes. Two minutes—and the world had turned upside down.
"I thought you'd ask why I'm sitting on the desk instead of the chair," Luna said, tilting her head. "But I guess I expected too much."
Bonaparte snapped. "I said tell me what's happening—and stop mocking me!"
"I won't," she replied coolly.
Furious, Bonaparte drew his gun and aimed it straight at her head. Without hesitation, he fired several rounds. But to his astonishment, every bullet dropped to the ground mid-air, inches before touching her—like the air itself had turned against him.
"What the hell are you?!" he shouted. "Are you some kind of witch?!"
Luna smirked. "I told you—I'm not obligated to answer a single damn question, you fool. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind and kill you where you stand."
Her voice was cold. Dead serious.
But Bonaparte wasn't ready to back down. Not after what he'd seen. His friends—murdered. He knew she was behind it. He had to make her pay.
He rolled up his pant leg, revealing a sheathed blade strapped to his calf. With a swift motion, he drew the sword and lunged at her.
Luna didn't flinch. She merely raised her right hand to the sky—
And Bonaparte crashed to the floor instantly, like a puppet with its strings cut.
A crushing weight pressed down on him, pinning him to the ground as if the earth itself had come alive to drag him under.
He couldn't move. Could barely breathe.
He was a large man, strong and well-trained. But now he lay helpless—defeated—by a girl who only moments ago had seemed so small and fragile.
Or so he thought.