There was a war, battling in our community. One group was superior to another. We all were frightened days and nights. We felt nothing at the end of our days. All we care were all about our relatives whom we searched as if they were alive or all dead. There were many times we were sad. We found food, but no one were alive to eat. It was not my story; actually, it was someone’s else.

One day SEYHAMON, a man amongst us, took a lead. He created a pathway, bringing in everyone with a new hope to be alive. Lost faded away. Remains revamped. Spirit of humanity was rebuilt and re-named again. He fought against discrimination and for equality and equity. He did with everyone who tried to manipulate for individuals’ interest. About a decade, he finally conquered. People called him a “HERO” for his dedication.

Time passed by. Hero died. The Dark Side was awakened. Bad guys started chaos again. Benefits separated them into groups. It was all falling on weak people, the victims of war. Building was damaged. Families were apart. Arms and Legs were exhausting, running about hundred kilometers away to survive. We thought of nothing, but we kept running to nowhere. Worries became nothing to worry when we had no family and things we cared had left at somewhere else.

At that lowest point, absence of everything broke into a new drama of life. Stomach roared, and it broke the surrounding silence. In the middle of lightless forest, our eyes were clear to see shade of every object on our way, as the moon lit onto the earth. Looking back, we saw our shadow – peace and happiness. We used to smile, laugh and enjoy our moment. We used to have a strong man, standing in the front and fighting against everything.

After the moment, SEYHAMON’s belief became less and less in practice. His system was almost dead. We travelled back hundred kilometers to our home and cried on our hero’s grave. They all lost in hope. A new superior group had already dominated the whole community. They looked for precious things. They killed anyone who denied their request. Some of us decided to leave and to live away from this homeland. Some of SEYHAMON’s followers stayed still protesting and fighting against this superior group; their body was all the time blooded, after all.

“It was about TO BE OR NOT TO BE“., a young man shouted to a former follower of SEYHAMON, who were gathering and discussing about planning to a new hero who could lead a way the former one had. He was about 18. He looked bodily and mentally strong. He looked shiny with his fair skin. His name was NOUK.

An old man in the middle of discussion asked NOUK, staring at him with his sharp eyes, “Do I know you, young man?” Everyone went pale and speechless, waiting that young man’s reply. NOUK replied with a strong voice, “No, but I think it is time. Time to conquer our victories!” Old man heard and smiled.

[Many activities had been made.]

Few months later, they found a new hero.