Assalamualaikum & greetings everyone! Here's the first rewritten chapter. I changed some parts of the early chapters due to storyline contradictions in later chapters. The rest have been rewritten as well.

Enjoy!


CHAPTER 1: AFTERMATH

7 years later

A cold gentle wind blew softly, carrying dry leafs with it. Not far ahead in town, the sound of the adhaan from the mosque echoed through the air, signaling a prayer time.

It was 6.14 o'clock in the morning. The sound of yawning can be heard as a teenage boy woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and then opened them. Quickly, he got up from the bed and stretched himself. He covered his mouth as he yawned while scratching his head. He then tidied the bed before he went to take his shower and pray; it is his usual routine. Like your average Muslims, he has to pray five times everyday, which is an obligation to the Islamic faith.

For years, the boy, who was named Halim have been living dependently, doing everything in the house all by himself although, he does got help from the neighbors once in a while.

"I wonder where Qit is?" He thought, looking around for something with the said name. Out of nowhere, a cat got into his room. It was common breed of cat, mostly the kind you can find behind your house. It's grey fur matched the black spots on its body. The white patters on its feet made the cat looked like it was wearing socks.

"Where have you been?" He said with a smile, rubbing the cat's head.

After eating his breakfast, Halim took his bag that was situated nearby the couch and walked outside, locking the door before he left for school. The school was not that far from his home. It approximately took 20 minutes to reach there by walking.

...

Oldmill Middle School

As the name implied, it is a middle school in Oldmill and the only one like the other schools in town. The school buildings in Oldmill were large, capable to fit more than 400 students each year. The middle school was no exception. Most of the school's walls were painted light green while the rooftops were maroon. Colourful murals could be seen on some parts of the wall, mostly about education and school related stuff.

Arriving on the scene was Halim with his usual stoic expression printed on his face, finally reached the school. After entering, he made his way to his locker and took a Math text book, which was required for the first period. He then gently locked the locker and walked away only to have his name called out.

"Halim!" said an unknown male voice. The boy turned around and smiled when he saw three of his best friends walked towards him. They are Arman, George and Jimmy.

Arman, full name Arman bin Zaaba is the tallest member of the group. He was a Spanish descend, having a brown hair and black eyes to match. He was wearing a black jacket with a green T-shirt underneath, along with a pair of jeans.

George, full name George Mapple is a blond boy with blue eyes. He was the neighborhood jock, though his not one of those stereotypical types. He wore a brown shirt with two green strips, and wears a pair of jeans.

Jimmy, or his full name James 'Jimmy' Robinson was the shortest boy in the class, causing him to be bullied by others who were taller than him with the exception of his friends. He was also famous for being a loudmouth. He wore a white shirt with a picture of a surfboard and a sun printed on it, along a short baggy pants.

"Good morning." Halim simply said, waving at them with a smile.

In class

Halim was sitting in the fourth table from the right of the third row while his friends sat on the tables nearby, with Arman behind him, George at his right and Jimmy sat behind George. Like usual, the class was fill with the lively sounds of students, with the boys' laughters and the girls' talking in the mix. The class soon started to become more loud when one of the school's popular students entered the class, Lay Mamery.

"Good morning, Lay!" One of the male students greeted. Most of the boys in the class admired the blue haired female. Who would not admire a girl who was not only smart but also having a beauty to match. Even Halim, Arman, George and Jimmy does though unlike the rest, they do not reach to the point of making her looked like a superstar. Well, three out of four of them were not. Even though some of the girls were jealous, she does have some girl fans as well.

"There he goes again..." Halim quitely muttered to himself, seeing George rushing towards the crowd like a mad fan.

"Girls." Arman commented simply. Halim and Jimmy nodded in agreement and chuckled. They always love Arman's random comments. Simple yet true. Lay slowly walked towards her table, which was situated next to Halim.

"Good morning guys!" Lay greeted as she took her seat.

"Good morning." The group replied. Halim just sighed, unable to understand the culture of the west. Although, he admitted to himself that the girl do looked beautiful, but her style of clothing that made him wanted to avoid gazing at her, especially her exposed belly, which was already too inappropriate for him.

The day went by smoothly like usual. Class, lunch and more class. As time went on, the school bell rang, signing that the day was now over. Every student in the school ran out of the building, heading to who knows where.

...

Lay exited the school and head outside where a blue colored Mazda was waiting. Unlike her other peers, she's just not your average student but also a Tamer. Currently, she had to attend the Ancient Armory Academy, which was located in the armory itself. She sighed at these thought. A total bore-fest after having from one school to another only to learn a few things for the next two hours.

...

Bidding farewell to his friends, Halim walked away, heading towards home. After a few minutes, he reached his house. He unlocked the door and entered, only to be greeted by the sound of meowing. A brown cat with yellow eyes jumped down from the couch as it walked towards its master.

"Hey there, Qit." Halim said, patting the cat. He then closed the door behind him and went upstairs, preparing to pray.

8.54 P.M

The moon shined brightly over the town of Oldmill Village. The moment of peace was suddenly interrupted when a loud scream echoed throughout the air. Somewhere nearby an old abandon warehouse, another sound of screaming could be heard, followed by the sound of a beastly growl. Inside, a person was running. From the looked of his pale skin and frighten face, it was like he had seen a ghost. His right arm was covering his left shoulder, which apparently was wounded. The blood from the wound dripped, created a trail as he ran, attracting an unwanted follower.

As the man was about to reach the exit door, something jumped in front of him, blocking the exit. Fear overwhelmed the man, seeing the figure's large claw being raised. The man quickly stood up, attempting to escape but to no avail as the creature slashed his back, ripping off his flesh and thus, killing him in an instant. The creature then approached the lifeless body and began to feed.

Afterwards, the creature ran away, exiting the building before disappeared into the night. The only evidents it was there was the leftovers of his meal.

...

Halim just finished his final prayer, Isyak for the day. As he putaway his praying mat, his cell phone rang. He smirked when he saw the name of the caller.

"Assalamualaikum." Halim greeted.

"Waalaikum salam, Halim." The unknown person said. "I got a terrible news,". The person added. These caught Halim's attention. "From my scanners I picked up a signal. Though I'm still not certain, but I'm afraid some of those monsters are here,".

The boys eyes widened. "What?"

"Still I'm not sure. But I found some dead bodies in the warehouse nearby OldMill's park. Though I'm not forcing you, I would like you to investigate," He asked politely.

"I'll be there, Inshallah." Halim said.

"That's good to hear." The man said. "Just be careful not to get caught." He added, chuckled a little before the communication ended.

With that, Halim prepared himself. Without even bother to change his clothes, he went off, heading towards his target location.


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