《DIZOLIANS》


 The Mysterious Man

    As the sun began to set over the majestic mountain, casting a warm glow across the landscape, a mysterious man emerged onto the streets of Britain. His presence immediately caught the attention of the people, They were amazed by his peculiar appearance. Cloaked in a flowing robe resembling those worn by church vicars, his attire was unlike anything they had seen before. The front of his robe was left open, trailing along the ground as he walked with an air of confidence. What truly captivated their gaze was the gleaming coat of armor adorning his body, its crystalline texture reflecting the sunlight.


    "Mum, is there a comic con tonight? I want to be Spiderman."


    A young boy asked his mother while looking at the stranger.


    The man''s outfit gave off a strange yet captivating vibe, but he didn''t seem to notice the curious stares around him. A cowboy hat sat on his head, partly hiding a striking copper and white beard that flowed down his face. His sharp blue eyes gleamed with energy and purpose, though he avoided making eye contact with anyone nearby.


    The man''s outfit gave off a strange yet captivating vibe, but he didn''t seem to notice the curious stares around him. A cowboy hat sat on his head, partly hiding a striking copper and white beard that flowed down his face. His sharp blue eyes gleamed with energy and purpose, though he avoided making eye contact with anyone nearby.


    Undeterred by the attention he garnered, the mysterious man made his way into an apartment building. Onlookers continued to watch in astonishment as he entered one of the doors. Without bothering to switch on any lights he walked through the darkness towards a room.As he entered the room his eyes scanned the room in darkness. his blue eyes blinked more than usual.His eyesight was caught on a bed frame. He walked towards it and effortlessly lifted the heavy bed frame with a single hand.A drinking mug like object blinked in white colour under the bed frame once situated. As he touched the drinking mug in a pattern with his ring finger the ground suddenly tore apart, revealing a hidden chamber shrouded in darkness. Without hesitation, the man leaped into the abyss below.


    As soon as his feet touched the floor of the underground room, lights flickered to life on their own. It was a mysterious, mirror-filled chamber, shaped like a Rubik''s Cube. The walls seemed to distort reality itself. He approached one of the mirrors with deliberate steps, and lightly tapped it with his strange, gleaming ring. In an instant, the mirror rippled and morphed, transforming into a cascading waterfall


    Without hesitation, he stepped through the waterfall''s ethereal veil, he was transported to a breathtaking palace-like hall. In that palace-like hall, many people were dressed in the same strange attire as the mysterious figure. As soon as he emerged from the waterfall, it instantly turned blue and reverted to the mirror it had once been. Not a single drop of water remained where he had passed.


    The moment they saw him, everyone in the hall looked at him with respect, as if expecting some important announcement. Without saying a word to anyone, he acknowledged their presence and walked toward a room situated a little away from the hall. As he walked away, the hopeful expressions on the faces of those in the room slowly faded, as if they had understood his mood.


    The Dizolians


    A young man, appearing to be in his twenties, stood before a massive holographic screen, monitoring various streets in the cities like Munich, Berlin,Miami, Philadelphia,London, Delhi, Kerala etc.. He wore a black robe and armor accented with golden stripes, holding a small, black and gold spear-like object in his hand. His face was lit with excitement, his long golden hair flowing as if sharing his enthusiasm, floating gracefully as he moved. His eyes were fast and observant at the same time . his eyes widened as he saw something searching for. He zoomed the holographic street with the spear like object on his hand. suddently his concentration was broken by the sound of a large door creaking open. The mysterious man entered the room, his footsteps echoing.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    "Good evening, Perado," the young man greeted with a smile without turning around.


    Perado remained silent, his face clouded with disappointment.


    Noticing Perado''s disheartened expression, the young man, Terranus, slowly turned around with respect and asked, "What troubles you our mighty Perado? Still no sign of Karna, I take it?"


    Perado shook his head in disappointment. As he reached up and touched the cowboy hat on his head, it faded into nothingness, leaving his disappointment more visible on his face.


    "Don''t lose hope, Mr. Perado. We''re still in this, and I''ve got a-"


    Before Terranus could finish, a sharp female voice cut through the room.


    "Have we not been searching for Karna on Earth for over ten earth years? Is it even worth continuing here? We should be looking at other planets as well."


    It was Hera, Terranus'' elder sister. She wore a robe similar to Perado''s, white with golden stripes, and her striking blue eyes matched his. Hera was both beautiful and muscular, her physique that of a seasoned warrior. Her golden hair was cropped short, in a boyish cut, giving her a commanding appearance. She looked like she was in her thirties.


    Terranus bowed his head in respect to his sister.


    "Good to see you, my dear sister."


    Hera smiled warmly at her younger brother before turning her gaze back to Perado. Her tone sharpened as she asked again:


    "Time is running out, Perado. We need to expand our search for Karna to other planets. We''ve wasted enough time here."


    Perado stepped closer, locking eyes with Hera. His voice was steady but firm.


    "We can''t. Searching other planets would be a complete waste. Karna is here."


    Hera''s expression didn''t waver as she replied, her eyes still fixed on Perado''s. "Then why haven''t we found him? I think the Black Division might have given us faulty information."


    Perado''s gaze remained unflinching. "Our magic doesn''t lie, and there''s no way the Black Division was misled."


    Terranus realized that the two had started arguing again. He knew his sister all too well-she would never back down until she proved her point. But he also knew Perado was right, as he himself was a member of the Black Division. Still, he chose to remain silent, understanding all too well the futility of getting in the middle of a conversation between the two of them.


    Hera continued


    "It''s not about right or wrong Mr.Perado.The longer we delay the more of our kind are in danger. Demons are here on earth. They are hunting us and it won''t be long before the magical dimensions here fall into the eyes of demons"


    Her face shows her worries when she says that.


    Perado took a long breath, controlling himself, and said, "Look, Ms. Hera, I know you''re worried about us. But if we can''t find Karna here, we won''t find him anywhere in the universe. We have no idea where else to look other than this planet. If you want us to fight demons without him, we can, but you know it''s a fight with little chance of success. Without reactivating the power of Zeo Matter, we won''t be strong enough, and only Karna can do that. He''s our key, the best of us. It''s our responsibility to find him."


    "You better be right, Perado. Otherwise, the blood of our people will be on your hands," Hera warned.


    "Trust me, Hera. All I need is a solid lead. I''m confident," Perado replied, determination clear in his voice.


    "And that''s what I''m trying to tell you. I have a lead," Terranus interjected, meeting Perado''s confident gaze.


    "I''m not following your leads anymore, Terranus. The last one was a random boy selling drugs for no reason," Perado said, shaking his head.


    "Trust me, this one''s different. The timing and circumstances match perfectly with our new guy. This time, I''ll accompany you," Terranus insisted.


    "No way. It''s dangerous," Hera said firmly, directing her words at her younger brother.


    "Terranus, I''ll go. You don''t need to come. It''s my duty to find Karna. Just tell me the details," Perado said, cutting in.


    "I''m coming too. Karna was my friend," Terranus stated stubbornly.


    "Terranus, don''t be stubborn. Mr. Perado has this under control. And we don''t even know if it''s really him. There are demons out there," Hera said, trying to dissuade him.


    " Are you saying that I can''t face the Demon''s simply because I am a black division. Come on sister, I''ve faced them before. I''ve fought them before. I''ve defeated them before. I can''t change my destiny to be a black division but i can fight them "


    "Times have changed, Terranus. They''re stronger than before," Perado said, trying to calm him.


    "Maybe. But I haven''t changed, and I have a strong feeling this is the guy we''re looking for," Terranus replied confidently.


    Hera noticed the change in her brother''s tone. She knew how stubborn he could be. Reluctantly, she gave in.


    "Fine, but promise me you''ll stay out of danger and won''t act impatient," she said, her blue eyes fixed on him.


    Terranus smiled and nodded. Hera had no choice but to let him go with Perado.

 THE UNFORGIVEN KNIGHT

    It was midnight, and the stars gleamed brightly in the sky, casting a soft glow over the remote streets of Orchid City. The usually lively area was eerily quiet, with only a few flickering streetlights adding an erratic rhythm to the night, syncing with the muffled beats of music spilling from a nearby dance bar.


    Inside the pub, the atmosphere was electric. Boney M''s iconic "Rasputin," remixed into a thumping DJ variant, boomed through the speakers. The crowd was a sea of energy¡ªyoungsters danced wildly, as if the pulsing beats had set their spirits ablaze. Behind the console, the DJ moved with infectious enthusiasm, clearly enjoying his set more than anyone else in the room.


    Amid the chaos, Xavier sat alone in a dimly lit corner, detached from the lively scene. His friends, Samuel Justin and Tina Rodriguez, tried to coax him to the dance floor, but he refused with a shake of his head. Xavier¡¯s face showed no interest in the music or the excitement around him, making him an island of stillness in the swirling storm of energy.


    Samuel Justin stood out in the crowd, not just because of his tall, commanding frame but also due to his vibrant style. An American from Philadelphia, he exuded a confidence that was hard to ignore. His perfectly styled curly hair and clean-shaven face emphasized his sharp features. Hexagonal sunglasses added a trendy edge to his appearance, while his outfit was a true reflection of his personality. A white t-shirt with a bold peace symbol printed in vivid colors peeked out from beneath his rugged denim jacket. His dark red jeans and brown Chelsea boots paired effortlessly, completing his look with flair. Around his neck hung a small silver chain that caught the flashes of light from the strobes, making him seem like part of the show himself. Justin''s charisma and distinctive style made him impossible to overlook, adding an extra spark to the atmosphere.


    While the music roared and the crowd danced like they were lost in another dimension, Xavier remained unmoved. To him, the dazzling lights, pounding music, and wild energy felt like a world apart¡ªa world he wasn¡¯t ready to join.


    Tina is Samuel¡¯s girlfriend, but her bond with Xavier carries an unspoken depth. Their friendship hints at a shared history they never openly discuss, a connection shaped by memories that have quietly transformed into mutual understanding. Tina, a Mexican-American woman, stands at five feet four inches tall with a captivating presence. Her father, a disciplined former U.S. Marine, and her mother, a vibrant Mexican woman, have each left their mark on her. Tina¡¯s warm features and bold personality mirror her mother¡¯s, while her confident demeanor turns heads wherever she goes. The front of her hair, dyed pink, adds a playful edge, and a touch of lipstick enhances her oval face. She wears a trendy half t-shirt with the bold phrase "I AM CONFIDENT" printed across it, paired with fitted jeans and high heels¡ªa style that makes her effortlessly stand out.


    Xavier¡¯s quiet demeanor is a sharp contrast to Tina¡¯s lively personality. A British-born, Indian-rooted student who has come to the United States for his studies, Xavier stands six feet tall with a lean, athletic build and a mixed complexion that reflects his diverse heritage. His neatly cropped black hair and trimmed beard give him a polished look, but his outfit¡ªa dark green shirt tucked into ash-colored formal pants¡ªstands out in the casual crowd of the pub, emphasizing his gentlemanly demeanor. Beneath this calm exterior, Xavier carries the heavy scars of his past. His mother, a brilliant British businesswoman, was brutally murdered in a ruthless business rivalry when he was just a child. The memory of that day looms over him like a dark shadow, a constant reminder of the price of ambition. After her untimely death, his father uprooted their lives and moved to India, seeking solace in a new marriage. For Xavier, it was a fracture that never healed¡ªa life torn between two worlds, burdened by grief and the haunting question of what might have been.


    The pub buzzes with energy as music thumps and the crowd dances, but Xavier sits quietly, detached from the chaos. Samuel, noticing his friend¡¯s withdrawn demeanor, finally approaches him. His easygoing, casual tone carries the warmth of someone who cares deeply but is careful not to pry.


    ¡°Hey, man,¡± Samuel begins, pulling up a chair beside Xavier. ¡°We¡¯re here for you, alright? We¡¯ve been worried about you. You¡¯re not sleeping much, not eating properly, and, dude, you¡¯re the only one in this pub wearing formals. You¡¯re not even trying to enjoy yourself with us. Whatever¡¯s going on, you don¡¯t have to handle it alone. Talk to me¡ªthat¡¯s what friends are for, right?¡±


    "Thank you, Sam, but you can¡¯t help me," Xavier said, his tone heavy with uncertainty. "I¡¯m thinking about going back to India."


    Sam¡¯s brows furrowed in concern. "Bro, we still have a year left to finish our academics. Why are you thinking like this? Is this about... you know, the thing between me and Tina?"


    Xavier shook his head firmly. "No,, of course not. I¡¯m happy for both of you. This isn¡¯t about that. I¡¯ve just got this bad feeling lately," he admitted, his voice quieter.


    "Bad feelings about what?" Tina asked, stepping closer. Her gaze was sharp, searching his face for an answer.


    Xavier hesitated, glancing down as if struggling to find the right words. "I don¡¯t know, Tina," he finally said. "But I have this terrible feeling... like something much worse is coming my way."


    Tina crossed her arms, her voice tinged with frustration. "Then why are you stressing over something you don¡¯t even know? What¡¯s the point?"


    Xavier didn¡¯t respond. This time, he had no answer. He sat there in silence, his thoughts clearly weighing heavily on him. After a long moment, he slowly rose from his chair.


    "I think I have to go," he said, his voice low but resolute. "I feel something weird here."


    Sam tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle. "Bro, this is a pub. All the weirdness the world has to offer is right here. Why so serious?"


    But Xavier wasn¡¯t swayed. "Anyway, I¡¯m leaving, Sorry..," he said, turning toward the exit without waiting for a response.


    Tina and Sam exchanged a quick look, concern flashing between them. They couldn¡¯t let their friend leave alone, not when he was clearly troubled. Without hesitation, they followed him out.


    As they passed the bouncers at the entrance, the men exchanged curious glances, surprised to see the group leaving so early. But Sam and Tina didn¡¯t care about appearances¡ªthey were focused only on their friend, walking ahead, lost in his own thoughts.


    Some of the streetlights outside the pub still flickered, syncing with the faint beats of music spilling into the quiet night.


    "Xavier, stop! We¡¯re coming with you," Sam called out from behind. He was draping an arm lazily around Tina¡¯s shoulders, his steps uneven, as if he¡¯d had a bit too much to drink. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    Xavier stopped in his tracks and turned around, watching his friends approach him. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes carried the weight of something unsaid.


    "Bro, what¡¯s going on? I thought you¡¯d enjoy the party¡ªthat¡¯s why I brought you," Sam said, his tone laced with concern but still trying to keep things light.


    "We¡¯re not leaving you alone, Xavier," Tina added firmly, stepping up beside Sam.


    "Yeah, man, we¡¯re sticking with you," Sam agreed, breaking into a teasing grin. "And you¡¯re going to pay for next week¡¯s party for all of us."


    Sam chuckled at his own joke, but the attempt at humor fell flat. Tina didn¡¯t laugh, and Xavier only stood there in silence for a moment before suddenly pulling Sam into a hug.


    "Thank you, my friend," Xavier said softly, stepping back. "But I think you should leave me here."


    Sam frowned, confused. "Aren¡¯t you coming?" he asked, holding Tina closer to him.


    Xavier hesitated, then looked around the dimly lit street. "I have this strong feeling¡­ like someone¡¯s watching us. That¡¯s why I left the pub."


    Sam let out an exaggerated laugh, throwing his head back. "I know exactly who it is!" he said, still laughing. "It¡¯s the girl in the red bikini from the club. Dude, I think she¡¯s got a crush on you!"


    "Sam, this isn¡¯t a joke," Xavier said sharply, his voice low but serious. "I can still feel it. Something¡¯s not right."


    Sam, still trying to brush it off, turned dramatically to the empty street and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Hey, bikini girl! Are you following my friend here?" he shouted.


    The street remained silent, the only sound coming from the faint hum of distant traffic. Turning back to Xavier, Sam smirked. "See? Proved my point. She¡¯s not following us. The only lady here is my amazing, beautiful girlfriend."


    With that, Sam turned to Tina, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her into a kiss. Tina kissed him back briefly but quickly noticed the look of irritation on Xavier¡¯s face.


    "Sam, stop," Tina said, gently pulling away. Her tone was firm as she placed a hand on his chest, stepping out of his hold. Sam looked at her, surprised, while Xavier¡¯s gaze shifted uncomfortably to the ground.


    Sam''s expression twisted with anger as he turned to Xavier. "Are you really jealous, buddy?" he snapped, his voice sharp.


    "No, man, I¡¯m serious," Xavier replied, his tone unwavering. "Something is still following us."


    Sam exhaled sharply, closing his eyes in frustration. The alcohol coursing through his system made his temper harder to control. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, then opened his eyes and growled, "Fine, I¡¯ll check it out."


    Without waiting for a response, Sam stormed toward the alleyway between two buildings. His voice echoed as he shouted, "Hey! Somebody out there? Is anybody following us? Get the hell out here and show me your ugly face!"


    He spun around to face Xavier, shaking his head with mock disappointment. "See? That¡¯s what I told you. Nobody he¡ª"


    Before Sam could finish his sentence, a sharp noise came from the alleyway. His expression froze, and the cocky smirk vanished from his face. Panic replaced his bravado as he turned slowly back toward the dark alley. His hands rose into the air as if in surrender, his body trembling.


    "Sam¡­ are you okay?" Tina¡¯s voice quivered with fear.


    Sam didn¡¯t respond. His lips trembled, and his breathing became audible, long, and uneven. He stood there, rooted to the spot, staring into the shadows of the alley.


    Seeing Sam like this sent a chill down Xavier¡¯s spine. His usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a look of dread. Summoning what courage he could, he took a hesitant step forward. "Sam¡­ what is it? Tell me," Xavier asked, his voice shaky but firm.


    Sam remained silent, his breaths ragged. The street, otherwise eerily quiet, seemed to amplify the sound of his panic. Tina clung to Xavier, her eyes wide with terror. She had never seen Sam like this before.


    The flickering streetlights made the already tense atmosphere unbearable. Shadows danced around them, distorting the scene as Xavier and Tina cautiously moved closer to Sam.


    "Sam, tell me something!" Tina yelled, desperation in her voice.


    The two reached Sam, their hearts pounding. Slowly, they turned their gaze toward the alleyway, but the darkness revealed nothing. Yet, Sam¡¯s terror was unmistakable, his wide eyes fixed on something deep within the shadows.


    Tina yelled at Sam in fear as she and Xavier cautiously approached him. They peered into the dark alleyway but found nothing there. Despite this, Sam¡¯s panicked expression and his heavy breathing made their hearts race. Tentatively, they touched his shoulder, but he remained frozen.


    Suddenly, a noise echoed from the alleyway, making both of them instinctively withdraw their hands. They looked ahead, and two small glowing eyes appeared in the darkness, sending a chill down their spines. The three of them stood paralyzed, staring at the glowing orbs.


    "BOOM!"


    The sudden sound made Tina stagger back, nearly fainting.


    "Meow."


    From the shadows, a small cat emerged, its glowing eyes catching the dim light as it casually trotted past them. The tension broke as the group let out shaky breaths.


    Sam, however, burst out laughing. "Ha ha ha... ha!" He doubled over, his laughter echoing in the quiet street.


    Tina gasped, her fear quickly replaced with irritation. She slapped the back of Sam¡¯s head. "This isn¡¯t funny, Sam! You scared us!"


    Still laughing, Sam pulled her closer in an attempt to soften the situation. "Now you know what it feels like, bro," he said, turning to Xavier with a mischievous grin. "I was just making my point."


    Tina pulled back from Sam and crossed her arms. "What¡¯s wrong with you? Seriously, what was that?" she demanded, her voice sharp with annoyance.


    Sam smirked, unable to resist another joke. "Oh, that? That was your late grandfather, dressed as a cat, checking on his cute granddaughter," he said, chuckling as he tried to grab her waist again.


    She slapped his hand away, glaring at him. "Sam, stop it. This isn¡¯t funny!"


    "I¡¯m sorry, babe," Sam said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "It was just a joke. Don''t be serious dear ?"


    They began walking again through the empty, flickering streetlights. The unsettling atmosphere lingered, though none of them voiced it. Unbeknownst to them, the night still held dangers they couldn¡¯t foresee.


    "Tina, babe, look, I¡¯m really sorry," Sam said softly, slipping his arm around her shoulder again. This time, she didn¡¯t resist, though her face remained gloomy.


    "Babe, are you still mad at me? I said I was sorry..." Sam''s voice softened as he pulled Tina closer, his charming smile attempting to bridge the rift. He leaned in, his lips seeking hers .


    "You know I wasn''t lying about it. I can still feel that somebody is watching over us," Xavier interjected, his eyes scanning the dimly lit street.


    Hearing this, Tina pulled Sam back once again.


    Sam''s patience snapped. "My foot, why are you so jealous, Xavier? Just accept that you don''t want to see me and Tina together. Why are you like this? I thought we were friends, but you''re being toxic now. You broke your relationship, not me. Don''t drag me into that. You won''t like the things I have to say."


    His words cut through the night air like a blade.


    Xavier''s voice remained calm but firm. "Sam, I don''t have any problem with you two being together. You can leave with Tina from here. This type of feeling I have isn''t wrong."


    "Okay, we''re going. I can''t stand your madness anymore," Sam retorted, grabbing Tina''s hand to lead her away.


    But Tina resisted, holding onto Sam''s hand. "Sam. We can''t leave him alone here."


    Sam fell silent, taking a deep breath to quell his irritation.


    Suddenly, Xavier''s demeanor shifted. His eyes darted to the left, and he whirled around as if sensing something.


    "Xavier, are you okay?" Sam and Tina asked in unison.


    Before Xavier could respond, they noticed two men with strange appearances standing a short distance behind them. Sam and Tina felt a surge of fear upon seeing the oddly dressed individuals, while Xavier''s expression turned curious, as if he recognized them.


    Terranus and Perado, realizing they had been spotted, stood still. For a few seconds, no one moved. Even Perado felt a twinge of embarrassment; in all his years of covert operations across various planets, no one had ever detected his presence unless he intended it. This was the first time someone had noticed him while he was secretly tailing them.


    Sam couldn''t believe his eyes. Panic gripped him as he watched the strange figures in robes. Their garments, open at the front, revealed crystalline armor underneath. Each figure radiated a menacing aura that sent shivers down his spine. Tina felt the same unease. She wanted to ask who they were, but her lips refused to move. The realization struck them both: Xavier¡¯s warning wasn¡¯t just paranoia.


    "Who... who are you?"


    Sam summoned every ounce of his courage, though his voice faltered. The fear in his tone was unmistakable, each word quivering as it escaped his lips.