The football stadium was filled with energy as the final minutes ticked down. It was Foot Beast versus Wave Flow, and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"Foot Beast charging toward the goal… and—GOAL!! The score is now 2-2!" shouted commentator Josh, his voice echoing through the stadium.
From the sidelines, John yelled in frustration, "Henrry! What are you doing?! You let another one slip!"
Henrry was breathless as he watched the ball bounce inside the net. Anger and shame swirled inside him. In a flash of emotion, he threw the ball away. Mclery was there in a heartbeat, snatching it like a hawk diving for prey.
"Mclery takes control!" Rick, the second commentator, jumped in. "Only one minute left—this could be the final play!"
The crowd leaned forward as one, their breaths held hostage by the moment. Every hope rested on Mclery now.
He sprinted past defenders like wind through grass, his focus razor-sharp.
And then—
GOAL!
The stadium erupted in wild celebration. Wave Flow had done it. They had won.
Mclery ran to Henrry, who stood frozen at the edge of the field, his shoulders heavy with silence.
"Hey," Mclery said, panting, smiling. "Don't be sad, Henrry. We won."
But before Henrry could respond, another teammate walked past with a smirk.
"We won despite Henrry. He nearly lost us the game."
Henrry said nothing. No reply. No expression. He turned around and quietly walked away from the stadium.
He walked to a place no one else knew about—a hidden hill just outside the city. As a child, he had discovered it one afternoon while chasing butterflies and escaping the noise of the world. It became his secret, his refuge.
Now, it welcomed him again like an old friend.
A tall tree stood at its center, its long branches softly filtering the golden sunlight. Wildflowers lay scattered across the ground, and from the edge of the hill, half the city stretched below in peaceful stillness.
Henrry sat beneath the tree and laid back on the grass, staring at the dancing light above.
"Why can't I play like I used to? What's wrong with me today?"
The questions spiraled in his mind.
That's when he saw it—a glint of something strange near the tree's roots. A small stick, but it shimmered unnaturally, almost calling out to him.
Curious, he reached for it. As his fingers wrapped around the smooth, warm wood—
A blinding light burst around him and he suddenly felt down on ground he feel that gravity is increased around him and he feel dizzy like someone turn the world upside down, Henrry lost his consciousness all he see the Darkness.