The beginning of Felix's legend –
A Village in the far east festered like an open wound . With broken promises. Cracked streets black market whispers and hunger lurking behind doors that had a long history of deception ....
In A sun-baked village square.
- Dust clings to the cracked stone streets.
Children with hollow eyes stretch out trembling hands, hoping for scraps.
- A boy in his mid-teens, messy golden hair and a carefree grin, broke a loaf of bread into pieces. He handed scraps to the orphans, smiling as if he wasn't starving himself his smile brighter than the sun . 'I am Felix,' he said. "'The one who battles against odds.'"
The boy said :
-"Eat slow, alright? Bread tastes better when you make it last. (The kids nod, nibbling carefully.)
Their first comfort in days . The kids eyes light up by the boy's actions not like the children that had been captured by the slavers hidden deep in the forest cages filled with little ones . Their wrists are bound with iron shackles → eyes hollow with fear.
The slavers laugh → counting their profits over the crackle of a fire.
Slaver Leader:
- "We'll sell the lot by tomorrow. Let's celebrate!" Their shoulders roared, wine sloshing from the mug.
"Enough silver to buy the whole village!.."
In a deep alley of the village
Felix leans casually against a worn barrel . in a dark alley filled with gamblers. The air is thick with sweat and deceit.
A crowd of rough men surrounds him → all glaring at the boy who keeps winning . A small dice tumbles across the wooden table → landing on six.
Again, six , another six. Then another.
"Cheating bastard !" The gambler slammed his tankard down .
Teh boys grins sharpened "Cheating? No .... When you battle against the odds, be ready for both the odd and the even And i am above both . "Odds were never in your favor. You just never noticed." . There was no way you guys would've won.
The crowd stiffens → confused several men reach for their knives.
The boy steps onto the table → coin in hand. (Him in a low, calm voice):
"Ok ok calm down. One last game."
(He flips the coin.)
"Heads, I win. Tails you get your losses back. Let's also add our lives to it . Offers a knife and puts it on the table the choice is yours!.
(He smiles, leaning in close.)
The gambler gets shocked.
The crowd stilled . Felix tosses the coin it spun - lands
"Heads".
The boy flashed a crooked grin : Forfeit your soul. " He picks up the knife and throws it directly to the gambler but it misses by finger length. As if he didn't want to harm the gambler . The knife hits the wall.
Gambler panicked : ARE YOU CRAZY !
Felix calmly pockets his winnings and laughs whistling a carefree tune :
I am not in a mood for killing .He just leaves with the money.
Gambler in anger : No one can disrespect me like that .
"Sends one of his men behind to kill the boy and bring the losses back."
With his winnings heavy in his pocket, Felix wandered the village, his ears snagging on whispers of "rare stones" from passing merchants. His grin sharpened. *Stones meant profit—buy low, sell high, maybe even trade for a favor or two.
He didn't know the way to the market, though. A problem, but not for long. The poor always knew the value of coin—and the cost of honesty. "The poor may deceive out of necessity, driven by a lack of resources—but what if I present them with an offer?" He asked a vendor "offered him a gold coin" .
The vendor's eyes darted left—a tell Felix knew well. Lies were a language he spoke fluently. But curiosity prickled his skin. What was worth hiding behind masks and mahogany doors?"
He crosed the door and it was a completely different world from outside. There were no rare stones for sale it's just an auction "The boys thought" . Why would they lie ? Maybe stone will be auctioned ? Why are people wearing masks ?
"The scent ? Polished mahogany ? Musky sweetness of rare perfumes. The air carried the sense of power ." Felix sits .
The announcer came out of the stage and announced that the auction would start.
In a minute.
The boy was excited : I can buy stones at a low price than sell them for future profits . "He murmured."
"The announcer announced a lot of rare stones."
Everybody gets excited and cheered.
Then someone comes out of the corner and it was not stone it was a human or rather a child aged maybe between five to eight.
"The 'rare stones' weren't stones . They were children .
Everybody started bidding..... It reached double digits.... then triple.....
Announcer "And gold has been sold at 300 gold coins". Now for "The diamond ." How much will this be sold for .
Someone jokingly "examines" the kids like cattle, Felix grips his coin tighter. He wanted to bid but realised he didn't have enough.
"A slaver kicked a cage , laughing as the children inside fliched." The crowd also started laughing with him .
"Felix felt heavy. The sadness behind those bars gripped him. He clenched his fists. A child met his eyes, but he looked away. He didn't say a word. He didn't act."
He just turned and left the auction, whispering under his breath, "Sorry."
Back in town, the image of those children haunted him. He bought some bread for the orphan kids he'd seen earlier.
In the way he saw a church and orphanage so he just gave away some of the bread to them .
But when Felix reached the place when he first met the little ones there was No one there . He knew someone was following him. He felt the presence, the light footsteps behind—but chose to ignore it.
Then, from behind, a familiar voice broke through the quiet.
(Huffing, crying)
One of the kids from earlier stumbled into view, tears streaking his dirt-smudged face. He cried out to the crowd, desperate and shaking:
"Somebody, please—help! My friend… he was taken by the slavers!"
But the street stood still. Eyes turned, then quickly looked away. No one stepped forward. Fear held their courage hostage.
Then the boy saw Felix. His eyes widened with recognition and hope.
He rushed toward him, clinging to his sleeve, pleading:
"Please… please! He helped me escape, but they caught him instead. You have to help him. Please.
Felix pats his head : don't worry I'll help you don't worry just give me time till sunrise .
Even if I don't come out your friend will . Don't worry... Just believe in me .
He knew someone was following him from earlier and he is also one of them .
The boy left the kid at the church and said : Don't worry ....
"Felix, now alone, noticed the man still following him. But this time, a tree branch crashed down, pinning the pursuer. Felix approached, hands in his pockets, watching as the man struggled, unable to move."
He tried to get information: tell me where your camp is ? or get crushed to death by the tree . The boy knew the men was one of them from earlier the slavers.
The guy rejected...
He uses his knife to chop the men's hand off : second chance is not for many . Consider yourself lucky " Now tell me ."
The guy answers : near the waterfall of the bloody river of the eastern village.
After getting the answers Felix slices him anyway .
The slavers feast not knowing someone is searching for them ...
wine splashing across their chins.
-The leader son slams his cup down still bitter from his earlier losses.
Slaver Leader:
"That damn brat! Who was it ? My son lost a fortune to him!"* But my son has sent a fighter . He will bring the loss back and that brat's head also....
He grins darkly.
"But lucky for me…"
(He gestures to the caged children.)
"We're making enough tomorrow to buy our own damn kingdom."
(The men roar with laughter.)
But then → a faint clink.
A coin falls from the treetops → spinning lazily in the firelight.
It lands on heads → perfectly still.
The forest goes silent . A head falls from above the table but it's the soldiers they sent to kill Felix ...
Felix's voice from the darkness from above:
"GUESS I WON".
A gust of wind → and suddenly blades of grass, stones, and twigs spiral into the air.
The slavers blink → and their own weapons turn against them.
- The wind slices through them like razors, cutting them down without Felix even touching them .
The forest itself turned into a weapon:
- Branches snapped like executioners' axes
- One slaver tripped—his own sword speared his comrade
- Leaves swirl like daggers → severing throats.
"The branch cracked—too perfectly timed. Felix didn't even glance up as the man screamed."
- A slave lunges → sword drawn.
- But his boot slips on a patch of wet grass causing him to accidentally stab his own comrade .
Felix (stepping forward calmly):
(He doesn't even raise his blade → the world fights for him.)
-"Tough luck."
- The slaver leader stumbles back → seeing his men slaughtered by the environment itself .
- He turns and tries to run → heart pounding.
Felix watches calmly → eyes cold.
-(He takes a slow step forward.)
The leader slips on a stray rock → falling to the ground.
Felix (walking toward him): Tell me
"How does it feel to watch your life
slip through your fingers like smoke,
like whispers lost to the wind? .
(Coin in hand) Heads I win , tails you run ....
He flicks the coin lands on tails.
The slaver laughs : I won .
Felix laughs " Even fate doesn't like you ".
99.9 percent chances but you still got the 0.1 percent..
The leader's eyes widen → he recognizes the boy's face "shell shocked" you are .....
Felix gets excited : finally
The boy Starts slicing him . Torturing him..... Until he begs to kill him.
Luck was never on your side. It was just your illusion. As he says he slices his head off.
"He murmured, 'Seven left,' as if the wind itself kept count."