The sky turn dark orange as time slowly passed and eventually became dark as there was still time for the moon to come out. At this time, in the Anshul's father's lab everything was turning dark and silent but same cannot be said about Anshul.
Anshul's heart pounded in his chest as he lay on the cold floor of his father's lab, his body weak and battered. The three men who had burst into the room were gone now, unaware of what was happening to him. A small yet deep groan left Anshul's mouth.
"Agh!"
His wound which was as large as the palm of a hand began to heal rapidly, the blood which once covered the ground slowly but completely moved back to his body which completely healed the wound, as if it had never been there.
Although the wound had fully healed, he didn't regain consciousness immediately. Instead, he found himself trapped within the depths of a vivid memory that did not belong to him. It was as if he was watching a scene unfold before his eyes, a haunting glimpse into the life of another.
In this memory, Anshul witnessed a young boy, no older than ten years old, being mercilessly bullied by three other boys who looks older than him.
"You don't belong here. You are too weak!!" One of the boys shouted.
"You should have just died with your impure mother." Other taunted.
"Get out of here, mix-blood."
Cruel voices taunted him, labelling him as a mix-blood, words that cut through the very fabric of his being. The boy's eyes reflected pain and vulnerability as he struggled to escape the clutches of his tormentors. Eventually, the young boy managed to break free and ran away, disappearing into the distance.
"Runaway mix-blood"
"Don't come back mix-blood"
As abruptly as the memory had taken hold of him, Anshul found himself jolted back to reality. He awoke with a gasp, his consciousness returning like a wave crashing upon the shore.
"Haaaaa"
His first instinct was to hold his head with his hand, trying to grasp onto the fading remnants of the memory, desperate to make sense of its significance.
{Oi idiot! You are alive right? or we both died?}
"Don't say scary things like that, I have no desire to be with you in the afterlife."
Curiosity piqued, Anshul momentarily pushed the enigmatic memory aside and focused his attention on his physical state. To his astonishment, he discovered that his wounds had vanished without a trace. He tries to rub his hand to that area but didn't feel any pain.
{What the hell? How did this happen?}
"How would I know? I was unconscious, remember?"
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{So was I! But is it possible!? Huh! Hey look at the container?}
As he heard this, he quickly took out the container which was poking through his pocket and got shook upon seeing this.
"It's gone!"
Container which was once filled with shining red substance was now gone only leaving a empty container in his hand.
{Did you drop it or they took it!?}
"I don't know" Anshul suddenly felt a deep sense of sadness.
'What do i do now? Did they really took it? Then why did they leave the empty container there. The only clue that could help me find my father is now gone. Did they took it? Where should i go now? Maybe UNCLE can help!'
Anshul's mind raced as he was thinking of how to process now. The men in the red robes, the empty VB container, and this healed wound. As he was thinking what to do, a sudden pang of thirst assailed him.
"I am thirsty"
{Then drink something, I saw a water bottle on the table and turn on some lights its getting dark}
Anshul hurry goes to the table which was covered with documents as he turned on the lights. There he found the bottle under some papers; he then starts drinking water. While drinking, he saw a familiar symbol on one the document.
"Why is this here?"
{Uhh? What is? Oh!! It's the same symbol!}
As Anshul lowered the bottle, his eyes fell upon a document lying on the table. It was a parchment that he had neglected before, It was the
"People of the Sun"
{Sun!? It sounds interesting! lets read it}
"I was going to read it even if you had not told me to"
As Anshul ignore the voice, he start reading from the beginning.
In a distant era, shrouded in mystery and forgotten tales, there existed a land where a remarkable civilization thrived - the Civilization of Sun and Moon. The origins of this civilization were lost to time, leaving behind only whispers and fragments of their glorious past.
Within this land, the people were divided into two distinct groups - the People of the Sun (Ataru) and the People of the Moon (Aruna). Though outwardly like ordinary individuals, the Ataru and Aruna have extraordinary abilities that set them apart from the rest of humanity. They were chosen, their strengths intricately linked to the celestial bodies that governed their existence.
The People of the Sun, the Ataru, bore the gift of superhuman strength. Their power surged within them, magnified by the rising sun at its zenith. With the sunlight fuelling their abilities, they became formidable forces, capable of incredible feats of physical prowess. The Ataru were revered for their might, often considered the epitome of power and dominance. They were arrogant and aggressive in nature. They solve their problem through strength alone, for them strength determines their ranks in the society.
On the other hand, the People of the Moon, the Aruna, have an extraordinary self-regenerative ability. Under the gentle glow of moonlight, their bodies underwent a remarkable transformation, healing even the most grievous wounds with astonishing speed. The Aruna was known for their resilience and endurance, often seen as the epitome of resilience and fortitude. They were sneaky and sly in nature, although they were less powerful than Ataru but unlike Ataru they were specialised is assassin's way. They like to hide in the night and strike from the behind.
Yet, despite their extraordinary gifts, animosity simmered between the Ataru and the Aruna. Each group believed themselves to be superior, harbouring a deep-rooted rivalry fuelled by their differing strengths. They viewed one another with disdain, each seeking validation for their own exceptional abilities. The division between them was a constant source of conflict, casting a shadow over their civilization.
Despite their hate toward each other, there was a time when they join forces to defeat a person. It was a time when a person rise that could destroy their existence. He was the one who threated the power of both fictions. He who has the power of both of Ataru and Aruna. He was someone who can destroy mountains with a single punch and can regenerate his whole body in seconds from his blood alone. His name was...
"Vitalizer".