Avera wondered about the vivid dream. About the sword, about her destiny. Then she remembered. A story. She had found her dad in his study. Bent over something, was it a book? Yes, a book. She had tricked her dad, grabbed that book and ran. Her father was furious. She had never seen her dad angry before. She got scared. She had started crying. On seeing the little child shiver, her dad had calmed down and said to her: "you will own this one, in due course of time." Little Avera was happy to see her dad smile again but she also wanted to know what made her dad so anxious, what was in the book. She told her father: "I will forget about the book but first tell me what it is about". Yes, this was the story that her dad narrated.

Long time back it was a beautiful world, a world where children were happy, flowers blossomed and peace prevailed. There was enough wealth to feed everyone, enough work to keep everyone occupied and enough love for people to come home very evening. There was education, there were books, there was hope. But nothing lasts forever, especially not peace. A child was born, he was disfigured, he was mocked but he was also very very intelligent and a survivor. He decided to take revenge.