When I opened my eyes that morning, I was still in Siya's room.
But Siya wasn't there.
A strange emptiness lingered in the air, as if something important had happened — something my mind refused to hold onto. I remembered talking to Siya the previous night… yet the subject of our conversation had completely vanished from my memory.
Not everything was gone. Fragments remained — broken impressions, unfinished emotions, echoes without words.
And that was enough for me to understand the truth.
Siya had erased it.
She had deliberately removed parts of our conversation from my mind.
Surprisingly, I felt no anger. No panic. Only silence. If Siya had done this, she must have had a reason.
I stepped outside the room.
In the corridor, Siya was explaining something to Andy with calm authority. By now, you must already know parts of our story — who Siya is, who Andy is, and who I am… Ali.
But from this moment onward, I will be the one telling you the story.
The story of a warrior.
Siya's story.
Why me? The answer is simple — no one knows Siya the way I do. No one has seen her strength, her silence, or her battles as closely as I have.
So let me tell you what happened next.
As I approached them, Siya noticed me and said calmly,
"You're awake. Go get ready. We're leaving. Our journey begins today… for Kashi."
I nodded without question.
Siya then turned toward Clara.
"You stay here," she instructed firmly. "Take care of this place. And listen carefully — no matter what happens, do not enter Trikala's room. Not under any circumstances."
Her tone carried an unusual sharpness.
Clara nodded immediately. "Alright, Siya. I'll watch everything. If anything feels strange, I'll inform you at once."
Siya gave a slight approving nod and gestured for all of us to move.
"Let's go."
We stepped outside together, walking toward the unknown.
As we moved forward, Siya suddenly slowed down.
Her expression changed.
She stopped.
For a brief moment, she looked back — her eyes scanning the surroundings as if sensing something invisible.
Later she told me what she felt: a faint smell in the air… the odor of decay. Rotten. Unnatural.
Before she could think further, Maan called out, "Come on, sister."
Siya ignored the feeling and continued walking.
Our journey had begun — a journey to find a hidden world. A world concealed from time itself… a place that could only be described as heaven existing beyond reality.
We could have teleported directly to our destination.
But the path to heaven is never meant to be easy.
And so we walked.
As we moved forward, I noticed something unsettling. Despite her calm posture, worry lingered on Siya's face.
I stepped closer.
"What's wrong? You look troubled."
She nodded slightly.
"Yes, Ali… I don't know why, but this silence worries me. When we were leaving, I sensed a strange smell — like decay. Something feels wrong. Though… no dark force should know yet that we've begun a new journey."
I listened quietly before replying,
"You'll find the answer only if you stay calm. Don't let your thoughts trap you. We're moving toward a righteous purpose. Lord Shiva is with us… and when He is with us, what does Siya have to fear?"
For a moment, Siya smiled.
But I could see it clearly.
The smile only hid her concern — it did not erase it.
None of us knew what awaited us ahead.
What trials would this journey bring?
And was an even greater question… already waiting for Siya in the shadows?