Beyond the system

There was a girl in a small city. A city unlike any other. It was filled with powerful women and men—people born with abilities that could shape reality itself. But in this world, power was not a blessing. It was a weapon. And most of them used it wrongly. Greed ruled the strong. Fear ruled the weak. And the city survived on imbalance. In the middle of it all lived a girl named Kaly. She wasn’t the strongest in the city… but she was special in a way even she didn’t fully understand. One day, Kaly met the love of her life. His name was Johnson. And strangely, they both carried the same kind of power—rare, connected, almost like their souls recognized each other before they even spoke. It didn’t take long before love grew between them. Despite the chaos of their world, they held onto each other tightly. Eventually, they got married. For a while, it felt like peace finally existed. But peace never lasted long in their city. Kaly became pregnant. And after months of waiting, she was taken to the hospital to give birth. That night, the sky itself changed. Dark clouds gathered over the city without warning. Thunder roared violently, shaking buildings across the Royal District. The storm was not normal—it felt alive. People rushed through the streets in fear. Inside the hospital, lights flickered as the pressure in the air grew heavier with every second. Kaly screamed in pain as she held onto life with everything she had. Johnson stayed by her side, refusing to let go of her hand. “It’s okay,” he kept saying. “I’m here. I’m not leaving you.” But something about the storm felt wrong. Like it was reacting to what was happening inside that room. Hours passed like seconds of agony. Finally, the cries of newborns filled the room. Three babies were born. Triplets. But the relief did not last. The nurse’s expression changed suddenly. Her hands trembled as she checked the final results. Then she spoke softly, almost afraid of her own words. “We… lost one of them.” The room went silent. Kaly’s world shattered instantly. Johnson froze. One of their children was gone. The surviving babies were wrapped carefully and placed beside Kaly. They were named: • Sarah, the first child

 • Siah, the second child

 Two lives survived that stormy night. But somewhere in the shadows of that hospital… the third child’s fate was already being rewritten. As years passed, the children grew. And so did their powers. Sarah was gifted with the ability to read the past. Anything she touched revealed history hidden within it. Siah possessed powerful healing abilities—she could restore life, mend injuries, and even resist death itself. Together, they were feared and respected. But the city had someone far more dangerous. Her name was Mary. Mary belonged to the wicked side of the city. She was powerful—too powerful. People said no one could defeat her. And she believed it. She used her power however she wanted, bending others to her will. Everything began to change when Siah fell in love with a man Mary also desired. That single connection sparked something dangerous inside Mary. Jealousy. Obsession. And hatred. From that moment on, nothing was the same again. Then tragedy struck. Johnson was killed. Their father. The man who once held their broken family together was gone. And whispers in the city said Mary was behind it. Whether it was true or not no longer mattered. Because grief turned into rage. And the bond between the sisters began to fracture. But the truth was far from over. One day, a nurse from the past returned with a confession that changed everything. She revealed that the third baby had never died. She had been taken… and handed over to someone powerful. Someone connected to Mary. Shock spread through the family like fire. Because if this was true… then their sister was still alive somewhere. And worse— She might be tied to their greatest enemy. And in the distance, Mary watched everything unfold… smiling. Because the truth was only the beginning.