The Games of the Gods

 

The Games of the Gods

 

 

The Games of the Gods

 

A Modern Fable: Life as the Stage of the Immortal

 

Introduction

 

The Games of the Gods is a modern fable where the line between dream and reality becomes thin and uncertain. The lives of mortals have always been manipulated by uncontrollable forces, powerful or subtle, weaving a rich tapestry of mystery, power, and destiny. At the heart of this narrative is Sophia Baalbek, a young woman whose life is radically and magically altered after witnessing an aerial show in Beirut. Devastated by her sudden loss, her father sends his children on a mission to find her and bring her back.

As the search uncovers layers of revelation, Sophia’s abduction reveals itself to be just one move in a far greater game, where the gods shift their pawns across the board. In The Games of the Gods, our lives become part of a vast, intricate play, influenced by forces that guide our destiny in subtle and often unexpected ways.

This narrative invites readers to reflect on the balance between free will and destiny, the influence of higher powers, and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of uncontrollable adversity. Prepare yourself for an emotional and thought-provoking journey, where every chapter unveils a new mystery and every character reveals ever-deeper layers of the story.

The Games of the Gods promises to engage, intrigue, and inspire, inviting readers to ponder the great enigmas of existence.

 

The Mystery in the Light

 

An undefined figure, shrouded in light, approaches the dark water fountain, its surface as black as the infinite night that surrounds and limits it. With a delicate gesture, the figure dips a glowing fingertip into the water, creating concentric ripples that reveal an enchanted mirage.

A young woman of singular beauty appears, her golden hair gleaming with light. She wears a white linen dress subtly adorned with golden trim at the hem. She is gathering the most beautiful daffodils in a field of flowers, slowly creating a delicate bouquet in white and yellow. The illuminated spring wind blows gently, setting everything in sight to dance.

Fascinated, an observer moves closer, his hands touching the edge of the fountain, his enchanted eyes held captive by the young woman’s image.

Time seems to freeze. The water reflects her every soft movement, capturing all of her untouched beauty. But the serenity is broken when a man suddenly appears beside the young woman.

In a swift, instinctive gesture, the observer interrupts the image to protect its wonder from the intrusion of the world. That ephemeral and magical beauty is locked away in his memory, now his eternal prisoner.

 

In the Storm of Lightning

 

In a Beirut diner, an old television set buzzed with static, its screen showing a news program. Between the device's crackling sounds and the chatter of patrons, it was difficult to discern what the reporter was saying.

“Welcome to the weather report. After Storm Daniel devastated several countries across the Mediterranean, the clouds have returned to perform a ballet of power and light.

“Today, we witness a terrifying spectacle in the skies over Lebanon. Our meteorological radar captures an extraordinary formation—a cluster of stratocumulus clouds towering ominously above the ocean. Within their depths, flashes of light illuminate the skies, as if the storm itself were alive, hurling fiery bolts that leap from cloud to cloud in an electrifying choreography painting the heavens with alarming brilliance. The rains over the sea leave us apprehensive, with the possibility that the storm could move inland, once again causing great disasters,” the reporter narrated.

No one in the diner paid attention to the poetic commentary. And even if they had, they wouldn’t have been able to see the sight that would have left anyone in awe.

Amid those clouds, among the lightning flashes, a small plane, seemingly appearing from nowhere, defied the fury of the winds.

It floated like an insect in the eye of a giant, battling gracefully against the furious currents. Without witnesses, this silent battle unfolded—a clean, elegant duel as the small plane faced the untamable forces of nature.

No one could witness the majestic and breathtaking skill that allowed the small aircraft to pull farther and farther from the storm. As the plane distanced itself from the tempest, its silhouette stood out against the chaotic backdrop of the roiling clouds.

It then approached slowly, like a bird soaring in a calm spring sky. Finally, it executed a gentle maneuver, aligning itself with the runway and landing perfectly on solid ground. Its improbable, anonymous journey through the storm had reached its conclusion.

As the plane taxied slowly and came to a stop in front of the hangar, its engine was silenced, and its door opened. A strong figure, bathed in the golden light of dusk, emerged, descending quickly before disappearing into the hangar.

 

 

The Baalbek Mansion

 

Elian Baalbek was the patriarch of the family, deeply loyal to his Phoenician heritage and intricately tied to business. A seasoned and successful merchant, his company dominated maritime trade in Lebanon through the Entreprise de Fret Maritime and Entreprise de Transport Totale (EFM ETT), granting him influence and power in society. Despite his image as a serious businessman, Elian deeply loved his daughter, Sophia. Their relationship was marked by his desire to protect her and provide her with the best life possible.

Elian was renowned for his work ethic, his ability to navigate challenges, and his loyalty to family and tradition. He was a respected figure in Lebanon's business community, maintaining a balance between tradition and modernity, always striving for his family’s and business’s success.

At the Baalbek Mansion, the housekeeper, Mrs. Nour—a woman in her forties with dark hair and a worried gaze—entered Sophia’s room at 6:30 a.m. She was a constant presence in Sophia’s life, knowing every detail of the family’s routine and ensuring everything functioned perfectly.

With confident steps and experienced hands, Mrs. Nour moved gracefully through the golden rays of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. She opened them wide, flooding the room with sunlight, breaking the delicate balance of shadows and revealing the soft, welcoming colors of the decor, gently waking Sophia to another day.

Sophia rose from her bed slowly, still drowsy, surrounded by soft sheets and delicately arranged pillows. She greeted Mrs. Nour, who responded with a warm smile, saying, “The day is as warm and beautiful as the spring you deserve.” Sophia slipped into her slippers and headed to the bathroom, a pale pink marble sanctuary reflecting the elegance and care present throughout the house.

Breakfast was a peaceful affair, served on the broad, sunlit veranda overlooking the garden. The table was impeccably set with elegant dishes, an assortment of fresh foods, and a vase of flowers as a centerpiece, all meticulously arranged by Mrs. Nour. Sophia smiled her thanks as she sat to savor each bite, appreciating the care and attention infused into the meal.

After breakfast, Sophia prepared for her day at university. The family driver waited as usual, ready to take her to the campus. During the ride, Sophia used the time to review her schedule and commitments, before lifting her gaze to admire the scenery unfolding outside the car window.

 

A Request to Her Father

 

Sophia was seated in the living room of the Baalbek Mansion, flipping through an art book while waiting for her father, Elian Baalbek, to return from his office. The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting patterns of light on the polished marble floor.

Hearing Elian’s footsteps approaching, Sophia lifted her eyes from the book and smiled at him. Her father was an imposing and respectable figure, exuding an aura of seriousness mixed with paternal warmth.

“Good afternoon, Father. How was your day?” Sophia asked, trying to conceal her excitement.

“It was productive, as always. And yours, Sophia? What have you been up to?” Elian replied, smiling back at her.

Sophia hesitated for a moment, considering how to bring up the air show. She knew her father was usually cautious about such events, especially after the recent storm that had swept through the region.

“Well, Father, I wanted to ask you something,” Sophia began, choosing her words carefully. “Have you heard about the air show happening in Beirut? All my friends are talking about it, and I’d love to go see it.”

Elian tilted his head, pondering Sophia’s request. He was a loving but responsible father, always concerned for his daughter’s safety.

“Sophia, you know how much I care about your safety. After the storm and the problems it caused, I’m a bit reluctant to let you attend events like this. But…” He hesitated for a moment, noticing the look of disappointment on Sophia’s face. “If you promise to be careful and stay with your friends at all times, I’ll consider letting you go to the air show.”

“Thank you, Father! I promise to be careful and stay with the girls the whole time,” Sophia said, smiling and rushing to embrace him with joy.

Elian hugged his daughter, pleased to make her happy. He knew how much this moment meant to her and would allow it, provided she remained safe.

Overjoyed, Sophia ran to her room and threw herself onto her bed. She grabbed her phone and quickly opened her messaging app.

Sophia (via WhatsApp - in the "friends" group): Girls, you won’t believe it. My father allowed us all to go to the air show together.

Layla: 😀 Seriously? That’s amazing! I’m super excited.

Maya: 💓 That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see the plane stunts with you all.

Rania: 👏 Wow! What great news. I’ve missed you all, and this will be an incredible experience.

Yasmin: 💥 Oh, I’m thrilled. This will be the best day in a long time to see you all in person.

Sophia: I’m so happy you’re all excited. It’s going to be an unforgettable day, I’m sure. How about meeting at my house before we head to the show? We’ll have time to hang out together and then leave all pumped up.

Layla: Of course, I’d love to. Your house is always so cozy.

Maya: 👌 Agreed. Let’s make the most of our time together before the event.

Rania: 💖 Great idea, Sophia. I’m looking forward to meeting up.

Yasmin: 👍 Yes, let’s go. I can’t wait to be with you all.

 

Sophia’s Friends

 

Sophia eagerly awaited the arrival of her friends. The afternoon sun cast its warm glow over the scene, highlighting the elegance of the mansion’s neoclassical architecture. The well-manicured gardens exuded a soft floral aroma, creating an inviting atmosphere.

A car pulled up gently in front of the entrance, and the driver, following Elian’s instructions, opened the door for the friends. Sophia, alerted to their arrival, went to the front door to greet them. She was radiant, and upon seeing them, she gave a warm smile, reflecting the joy of their reunion. Her happiness was evident as she greeted each one with a hug.

“I’m so glad you came! I’m happy to see you all,” Sophia said, smiling.

“Hi, Sophia! I’m so excited to see the air show,” Layla replied enthusiastically.

“Hello, Sophia. Your house is as amazing as ever. It still feels like a movie set,” Maya remarked, her observant and intelligent demeanor evident.

“Hi, my friend. I can’t wait to see the plane stunts,” Rania added, her excitement apparent.

“Hey. Have you seen the sky? It looks like the air show will have a wonderful stage,” Yasmin commented.

Sophia smiled again, delighted by her friends’ excitement.

“Come on, girls, I have a special spot for us before we leave,” Sophia said, leading her friends.

They followed her to the terrace. The expansive terrace of Sophia’s house was bathed in the soft shadows of the late afternoon sun, accentuating the lush green of the plants adorning the garden. The fresh spring breeze blew gently, carrying the delicate aroma of freshly bloomed flowers. The distant rustling of leaves in the wind added a serene backdrop to the setting.

The terrace was spacious and inviting, with furniture arranged to take full advantage of the panoramic view of the city in the distance. Large ceramic pots displayed a variety of exotic plants, while a trellis covered in flowering vines offered a cozy sense of privacy.

There, they settled comfortably, chatting animatedly about the mysterious aviator and their expectations for the air show. Layla, brimming with excitement, shared a story she’d heard about the event.

“Girls, you won’t believe the stories I’ve heard about the air show,” Layla said, her voice filled with emotion.

“Tell us. I’m so curious,” Maya encouraged.

“My friend didn’t want to spoil too much because she knew I was going, but she said it’s absolutely incredible. The planes fly so close to each other it feels like they’ll collide at any moment. The stunts leave you breathless, as if the planes are about to crash,” Layla explained, her excitement palpable.

“Wow, what an adrenaline rush. I can’t wait to see all of this,” Rania said. “Just imagine those formations. It must be magical.”

“I can’t wait to see all these stunts up close. And the obstacle course Laura mentioned must be really thrilling to watch,” Sophia said, smiling.

“Laura also mentioned something about the pilots interacting with the audience during the show. They perform maneuvers that surprise even the most experienced spectators,” Maya added, her curiosity piqued.

“That’s amazing! It sounds like we’re in for an exciting afternoon,” Rania said, her enthusiasm evident.

“Just imagine, girls, we’ll be there soon. It’s going to be incredible,” Yasmin exclaimed.

“Absolutely. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all again,” Sophia said, smiling and energized.

“And besides all that, have you heard about the mysterious aviator who’s part of the show? I don’t know about you, but I really want to see him up close and find out what he’s going to do,” Layla said.

Sophia smiled at her friends’ excitement about the show, but soon the driver appeared on the terrace to announce that the car was ready.

“Ladies, the car is waiting. The show is about to start, so we need to leave,” the driver said, interrupting their lively conversation.

Sophia looked at her friends, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Let’s enjoy this. I’m sure it will be unforgettable.”

The friends stood, sharing a glance filled with anticipation for what was to come. With smiles and hearts full of excitement, they quickly left, ready for an afternoon full of surprises.

As the car pulled away from the house and headed toward the event, the sense of expectation and excitement among the friends grew. They could hardly wait to witness the spectacle the skies had in store for them.

 

The Air Show

 

As the car approached the airport grounds, Sophia and her friends could see the lively crowd gathering for the air show. The distant sound of music and the buzz of animated conversations filled the air with anticipation. The driver guided the car to the main gate of the show.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by an impressive view of the event and the excitement of the public. Life-sized posters of the five pilots alongside their aircraft were prominently displayed, showcasing their artistic names. The bright, bold colors of the planes made them easy to spot even high in the sky. The planes were painted with distinct patterns to help spectators identify the pilots—a system reinforced by the striking posters near the main gate that captivated everyone's attention.

The driver finally brought the car to the entrance of the reserved area. Once there, Sophia and her friends noticed the beautifully decorated entryway lit by soft lights.

The blue sky, dotted with a few white clouds, provided the perfect backdrop for the spectacle about to unfold. Security personnel checked their invitations and directed them to their seats in the premium section, designed for a grand viewing experience.

Sophia marveled at the elegant decor, the comfortable seating, and the array of refreshments, including sophisticated beverages and beautifully arranged dishes. Layla, brimming with excitement, couldn’t help but comment on what lay ahead.

“Wow, look at all this! I can’t wait to see the stunts,” Layla said.

Maya, ever observant, unfolded a colorful pamphlet detailing the event’s schedule and the pilots’ maneuvers.

“This is even better than I imagined. Look, there’s a lottery for a ride with the pilots!” Maya said with a grin.

 

“Can you imagine being part of the show? I’m not sure I’d have the courage. I can’t wait to see the winners’ reactions!” Rania exclaimed.

“Let’s take a photo together now!” Yasmin suggested, eager to capture the moment.

“Yes, let’s! I’m so glad we’re all here,” Sophia replied, her smile radiant as the group’s excitement became infectious.

They gathered in front of a large banner at the reserved entrance and asked a passerby to take their picture.

The air was thick with excitement and expectation as Sophia and her friends settled into their seats. The show’s start time was approaching, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation.

 

The Air Show Begins

 

As the car approached the airport grounds, Sophia and her friends could see the lively crowd heading toward the show. The distant sound of music and the hum of animated conversations filled the air with anticipation. The driver navigated the car to the main gate of the air show.

Upon arrival, Sophia and her friends were greeted by an impressive scene: life-sized posters of the five pilots with their planes were prominently displayed, showcasing their artistic nicknames. The bright, striking colors of the planes made them easy to spot, even high in the sky. The aircraft were distinctively painted, ensuring spectators could easily identify each pilot by their plane. The posters near the main gate reinforced this system and captured everyone’s attention.

The driver finally guided the car to the entrance of the reserved area. There, Sophia and her friends marveled at the illuminated and beautifully decorated entryway.

The blue sky, speckled with a few white clouds, provided the perfect backdrop for the spectacle about to begin. Security personnel checked their invitations and directed them to their premium seats, offering a grand view of the event.

Sophia admired the elegance of the decorations, the comfortable seating, and the buffet featuring sophisticated drinks and delicately arranged dishes. Layla, thrilled by the atmosphere, couldn’t help but comment on the upcoming performance.

“Wow, look at this! I’m so excited to see the stunts,” Layla said. Maya, ever observant, unfolded the colorful pamphlet detailing the event’s schedule and the pilots’ maneuvers.

“This is even better than I imagined. Look, there’s a lottery to fly with the pilots,” Maya said with a smile.

“Can you imagine being part of the show? I’m not sure I’d have the courage. I can’t wait to see the faces of the winners!” Rania exclaimed.

 

“Let’s take a photo together now,” Yasmin suggested, eager to capture the moment.

“Yes, let’s! I’m so happy we’re all here,” Sophia replied, her smile radiant and infectious.

The group posed in front of a large banner at the reserved entrance and asked a passerby to take their photo.

The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation as Sophia and her friends prepared for the thrills and surprises of the air show. With the event about to begin, everyone found their seats.

An announcement echoed through the strategically positioned loudspeakers, capturing the attention of the audience at the Beirut Air Show. A vibrant voice filled the skies:

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most thrilling aerial spectacle of the season! Get ready for an afternoon of breathtaking stunts and aerial acrobatics!”

As the announcement resounded, the colorful pamphlets distributed at the entrance finally caught the public’s attention. They detailed the event schedule, including the pilots’ daring maneuvers. The highlight of the program was a lottery, where five lucky spectators would win the unique chance to fly with the pilots, experiencing the skies from a whole new perspective.

Sophia and her friends eagerly studied the pamphlets, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The atmosphere was electric, filled with smiles and murmurs of anticipation. The announcement of the attractions not only informed but heightened the crowd’s excitement, creating an environment of celebration and enthusiasm for the spectacle to come.

The first part of the show featured solo flights, with each pilot demonstrating their exceptional techniques. Their breathtaking maneuvers seemed to defy the laws of physics.

At one astonishing moment, some planes appeared to hover in midair, leaving the audience in awe. The spectators were captivated, fully absorbed in the skill and precision of the pilots as the air show unfolded masterfully in the skies.

Next came the synchronized aerial stunts, a visually stunning display of planes flying in formation and performing high-speed maneuvers. The tightly coordinated movements amazed the audience, showcasing the pilots’ precision and teamwork. The synchronized formations painted the sky with impressive patterns, enchanting the crowd with the beauty of their collective artistry.

To maintain the energy and excitement of the event, a brief strategic pause was incorporated after the climax of solo and synchronized stunts. During the intermission, soft background music played, creating a moment of calm after the intensity of the aerial feats. Meanwhile, technicians fine-tuned the aircraft and event infrastructure to ensure everything was perfect for the next act.

Large screens displayed behind-the-scenes footage, showing the pilots preparing for upcoming maneuvers, conducting quick interviews with team members, and sharing intriguing details about the planes and stunts. This added a layer of anticipation and engagement, keeping the audience connected to the show even during the break.

The skies became a stage for high-speed races, with pilots showcasing their exceptional skill as they sliced through the air with incredible precision. The spectators, enthralled by the adrenaline-pumping maneuvers, cheered as the planes tackled an obstacle course marked by large wind-inflated cones. The goal was to complete the course in the shortest time possible, demanding both skill and concentration from the pilots.

This thrilling competition added a new layer of excitement, pushing the audience to the edge of their seats as they rooted for their favorites.

After the obstacle race concluded, the event neared its end. As always, five spectators were to be selected for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fly with the pilots. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the names of the winners were announced.

The announcer, now conducting the lottery, read the winning ticket numbers with a clear and resonant voice. The air was charged with expectation.

As the names were called, something extraordinary happened when it came time to select the passenger for the mysterious aviator. A gentle, refreshing breeze swept through the crowd, creating a brief, dreamlike moment. Many later described a strange sensation, as though they had been transported to another realm. Then, when the fifth name was announced, it wasn’t just a routine declaration. The name “Sophia” seemed to hang in the air like a promise.

“Congratulations to the winners! You are the lucky passengers,” the announcer proclaimed.

The audience erupted into applause, but an inexplicable euphoria seemed to surround Sophia’s selection. It was as if the universe had conspired to align the stars for her. As the pilots gathered to greet their passengers, a sense of magic and mystery filled the air.

When Sophia heard her name over the loudspeakers, she was momentarily incredulous. Looking around, she saw her friends staring at her in astonishment. The crucial moment had arrived—she had to decide whether to fly or not.

As she glanced around, she noticed everyone’s eyes fixed on her. Her gaze fell on the pamphlet, where the mysterious aviator smiled warmly, his enigmatic aura drawing her in.

Sophia’s mind raced. Her secret desire to fly, nurtured by years of admiring aerial acrobatics, mingled with her curiosity about the young aviator who exuded kindness and mystery. Remembering the poster at the main entrance, where his image stood out, she felt a jolt of energy course through her. It was as if destiny was paving a path for her to fulfill her deepest dream.

At the runway, the selected passengers met their pilots. The aviators helped them put on helmets and guided them to the planes. As Sophia approached the mysterious aviator, his deep yet soothing voice reassured her, and his comforting smile erased any lingering doubts.

The flight began smoothly, an exhilarating crescendo that overwhelmed Sophia’s senses. She surrendered to the beauty of the movements and the freedom of soaring through the skies. But then, something unexpected happened.

The mysterious aviator’s plane appeared to malfunction, climbing sharply before falling silent. Sophia clutched her seat in fear but trusted the pilot to regain control. Yet, the outcome was unforeseen.

For the audience below, the plane’s descent turned into chaos. A blinding flash followed by an explosion shattered the magic of the day, leaving everyone in stunned silence.

 

Sophia Awakens

 

Sophia slowly regained consciousness in a spacious bed, surrounded by soft sheets and luxurious cushions. Her eyes opened to a room she didn’t recognize—an expansive, imposing space, unfamiliar and grand. The walls were adorned with finely crafted tapestries depicting scenes of splendor and beauty. The furniture was elegant and refined, with discreet golden details that softly reflected the light, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and opulence.

The bed she rested on was a haven of comfort, its soft linens embracing her gently. Sitting up, she noticed the grandeur of the room, with tall windows allowing natural light to pour in, revealing enchanting views of well-manicured gardens and a serene landscape beyond.

The polished wooden floor gleamed, radiating warmth and elegance. An imposing fireplace dominated one wall, its presence adding to the room’s charm as a fresh breeze wafted through the open windows, carrying the sweet scent of the garden.

Exploring the space further, Sophia noticed the refined details and the evident care for luxury. Framed artwork adorned the walls, while elegant sculptures added a touch of sophistication to the corners of the room.

The furnishings included a richly carved desk and a comfortable armchair, inviting relaxation and quiet contemplation of the beauty around her. The tranquil silence of the room was interrupted only by the gentle rustling of the wind and the distant sounds of nature outside.

Sophia felt a mix of admiration and curiosity as she found herself in such an opulent and unfamiliar setting. Her thoughts wandered between the wonder of her surroundings and the uncertainty of how she had ended up there. She couldn’t remember much—only the sensation of falling toward certain death. She forced herself to recall more details.

Sophia clearly remembered boarding the plane, with the charming and striking pilot helping her adjust her helmet, exchanging captivating looks and smiles. She recalled the takeoff and moments of joyful flight, the thrill of the steep climb that made her heart race. The controlled rotations, beautifully accompanied by the other planes in formation, seemed like a scene from a dream.

But something had changed suddenly. Sophia’s plane appeared to lose engine power, and despite her trust in the pilot, a sense of uncertainty crept into her mind. Then, she saw a strong light—a piercing intensity like a dazzling beacon. This transition between excitement and uncertainty blurred into a dream, creating a continuum of confusion.

Sophia vaguely remembered the scent of the sea breeze—a salty, invigorating fragrance contrasting with the heat and turmoil around her. The sky darkened rapidly, and the shifting atmosphere deepened her bewilderment. She struggled to piece together the events, trying to make sense of it all. A memory of a soft, broad expanse of white leather—comforting yet contrasting with the intensity of her fragmented recollections—flashed in her mind. It was as if she were caught between two worlds, searching for clarity amid a whirlwind of sensations and disordered memories.

Then she awoke in this luxurious and unknown room, the images of her dream still swirling in her mind like pieces of a puzzle waiting to fit together and reveal the truth behind this extraordinary experience.

A young man entered the room, his steps light and unhurried. He approached Sophia naturally, as though everything about this moment was entirely ordinary. His eyes caught the gentle light illuminating the room, his expression serene yet curious, as if pondering something important.

As he neared Sophia, he remained calm, radiating an aura of tranquility and confidence.

From her place on the bed, Sophia observed the young man approach, a faint sense of familiarity stirring in her mind. Her gaze fixed on his facial features, searching for a connection hidden in the shadows of her recent memory. His voice broke the soft silence in the room.

“Good morning, Sophia. Did you sleep well?” he asked, a gentle smile on his lips, as though he knew something she had yet to recall.

Sophia was intrigued by the familiarity of the young man, as if he were someone significant in her life, though her memories were still hazy. She tried to smile back, but a slight tension mixed into her expression—a sign that something didn’t quite feel right.

“Good morning. I think so,” she replied, her voice hesitant, as if grappling with a jumbled puzzle.

The young man tilted his head slightly, as though understanding her uncertainty, but maintained his calm and confident demeanor.

“You had a busy day yesterday. It’s understandable if you’re still organizing your thoughts. Do you remember how you got here?”

Sophia shook her head slowly, her frustration evident as she struggled to piece together her memories.

“No… I remember the plane, the sensation of flying, but after that… everything’s a blur.”

The young man nodded, his expression one of gentle understanding, as though he had anticipated her response.

“Don’t worry. Be patient, and don’t push yourself too hard. The memories will return when you’re ready.”

Sophia glanced around the room again, searching for clues about her presence in this unfamiliar place. Her mind buzzed with unanswered questions, a mix of curiosity and nervousness taking hold of her.

“But where am I? What is this place? How did I get here?” Sophia asked, her voice filled with concern and confusion.

The young man kept his serene and compassionate gaze on her as she spoke. He seemed to ponder for a moment before answering.

“You are in a safe place, Sophia. You arrived here in a rather peculiar manner, let’s say. But don’t worry—everything will become clear at the right time. For now, focus on recovering and let the memories come naturally.”

The young man’s words brought Sophia a small measure of relief, but they also heightened her curiosity about how she had ended up in this unknown place. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, knowing the answers would come when the time was right.

The young man raised his hand gently, his reassuring smile having a calming, almost hypnotic effect on Sophia. She felt a wave of serenity wash over her, and a drowsiness began to take hold. The worries and questions tormenting her seemed to dissipate into the air.

“Now, relax. Everything will become clear soon,” the young man said in a soothing and comforting tone.

Sophia felt herself relax deeply, her eyelids growing heavy. She surrendered to the sensation, allowing sleep to envelop her softly, remaining just conscious enough to hear his final words.

“Rest, Sophia. When you wake, I’ll be here with you.”

Sophia drifted off into a tranquil sleep.

 

The Death of the Mysterious Aviator

 

In the living room, the television was on, and the hosts of the "Al Jazeera News Hour" were discussing the latest developments in the U.S. presidential election and its potential repercussions for Middle Eastern politics. Suddenly, the broadcast was interrupted by the breaking news jingle of Al Jazeera Lebanon - Special Edition.

“Good evening. A tragic accident at the Beirut Air Show has just claimed the life of the beloved figure known as the ‘Mysterious Aviator,’” the reporter announced as images of a wrecked plane appeared in the background.

“This afternoon, during an acrobatics display at the Beirut Air Show, the ‘Mysterious Aviator’ lost his life along with his guest for the final evolutions, under circumstances that remain unclear. His sudden and tragic death has shaken his fans and followers, who admired him not only for his skill but also for his charismatic and captivating presence.

"The accident also involved the loss of Miss Sophia Baalbek, a guest during the final maneuvers of the show. She was the youngest heir of the Baalbek family. The images now show grieving fans leaving flowers and lighting candles in honor of the aviator at the gates of the Air Show, beneath his portrait beside his plane."

“The ‘Mysterious Aviator’ was an iconic figure at the Air Show, and his premature death leaves a void that is difficult to fill for those who regarded him as a hero and a symbol of freedom. The emotional impact of this loss extends across the nation.” Background footage now displayed the Baalbek mansion and the public gathering in vigil at the air show grounds.

“What adds complexity to the tragedy is that the accident occurred during the final evolutions—simple maneuvers for the skilled pilots of the Air Show—raising the possibility of mechanical failure. This tragic event not only sparks curiosity about the circumstances leading to the accident but also sheds light on the private life of this young hero, now at the center of a media and investigative storm,” the reporter continued.

Images of the Baalbek family, including Elian Baalbek, who was unable to provide an interview due to the overwhelming impact of his daughter’s death, were displayed.

“As authorities seek answers about this terrible incident, the Lebanese nation stands united in solidarity over this irreparable loss.”

“We will closely follow developments in this case and provide updates as details are revealed. Our thoughts are with all those affected by this tragedy. Good evening,” the reporter concluded.

As the special report ended, regular programming resumed.

Meanwhile, at the Baalbek mansion, Elian Baalbek, Sophia’s father, was devastated and deeply depressed upon learning of the tragedy. His intense grief nearly shattered his spirit.

The security service of Elian’s company, Entreprise de Fret Maritime and Entreprise de Transport Totale (EFM ETT), which included active-duty military personnel and Lebanese police officers, quickly identified the absence of bodies in the wreckage of the plane. This raised suspicions that Sophia’s apparent death might actually be a cover for her abduction.

Faced with the possibility of Sophia’s kidnapping, an urgent search for evidence and clues began. The news of her potential abduction sent Elian into a frenzy. Authorities recommended silence about the discovery, fearing that alerting the kidnappers might endanger Sophia’s life and complicate any ransom negotiations that would likely follow.

As mourning engulfed the nation, the media and police began investigating participants in the Air Show and all acquaintances of the Mysterious Aviator. Despite their efforts, authorities reached a dead end. It wasn’t a coincidence that the aviator bore the nickname “Mysterious”; he had seemingly appeared out of nowhere and vanished just as mysteriously. His documents were falsified, and everyone who had interacted with him spoke only of his exemplary character, deeply mourning his loss. It was as though he had cast a spell on them, and no investigation could alter their sentiments.

The details behind Sophia’s abduction grew increasingly complex and surprising. Lebanese detectives managed to identify the real Theodore Zeris, who was, in fact, a young Lebanese-Australian pilot with dual nationality. The discovery of perfect forgeries and his true identity added another intriguing layer to the investigation.

Investigators faced the challenge of understanding how someone with such an elaborate false identity could carry out such an audacious kidnapping. Meanwhile, the search for Sophia continued, with each lead raising more questions than answers. The real Theodore Zeris had no relatives in Lebanon, didn’t speak Arabic, and lived in a distant country. This made it all the more plausible that he wouldn’t know his name was being used publicly by someone else, adding to what seemed like a masterful plan.

These findings prompted deeper questions about the true identity of the “Mysterious Aviator” and how he managed to embed himself so profoundly into the lives and minds of everyone around him.

As the investigation progressed, those involved found themselves trapped in a labyrinth of lies and emotions, where the truth always seemed just out of reach. The aviator’s enigmatic persona grew even more mysterious as his true identity eluded the investigators, casting doubt on his intentions and the events that unfolded during the Air Show.

 

The Three Sons of Elian Baalbek

 

Elian Baalbek felt shattered amidst a whirlwind of uncontrollable and unpredictable emotions and events. The initial news of his daughter Sophia’s death in the tragic Beirut Air Show accident had already shaken him to his core. The sight of the plane’s wreckage and the public’s mourning for the “Mysterious Aviator” deepened his pain and despair.

From the moment he heard the news, Elian was overwhelmed with guilt for allowing his daughter to attend the air show, despite having hired armed security guards in disguise to protect her without her knowledge. They had failed to prevent her from boarding the plane and participating in the show. Everyone around him was deeply concerned for his health, but he refused medical treatment or medication.

What followed was even more agonizing. The discovery that no bodies were found in the wreckage, raising the terrible possibility of a kidnapping, felt like another dagger piercing his already shattered heart. The uncertainty about his daughter’s fate—whether she was alive, in the hands of cruel strangers, mistreated, or suffering—was an unbearable pain for him.

Elian felt utterly drained, his body weighed down as if hardened and rotten from within. Pale as a corpse, his bony hands supported his head, displaying the depth of his sorrow. Having lost his appetite and gone days without eating or sleeping, he resembled a living corpse. He wore the same clothes, sitting in his chair, ignoring everyone around him, waiting for news of his daughter that never came—or when it did, it was increasingly disheartening.

The lack of clues, the authorities’ inability to identify the kidnapper or determine Sophia’s whereabouts, and the failure to understand the motives behind this terrible event left Elian in constant agony. Every hour without news of Sophia felt like an eternity of torment. His thoughts were fixated on the image of his beloved daughter, imagining what might be happening to her—whether she was scared, hurt, or alone. Helpless and desperate, unable to do anything but wait and trust the investigation, his suffering was a mental torture.

Elian felt as though he were battling an invisible enemy in a labyrinth of shadows and uncertainties, where every step brought greater agony. The absence of clear answers and concrete leads only deepened his affliction and helplessness.

Amid this anguish, Elian summoned his three sons, Silas, Cadem, and Félix, to a meeting at his mansion. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged decades—weak, emaciated, and pale. Sitting in the armchair in the living room where he had often shared long conversations with Sophia, he addressed his sons:

“I want nothing more in this life than the return of your sister. I will give everything I have to whoever brings her back and nothing to anyone else. I may be unfair and die with this guilt, but I cannot live like this, thinking about Sophia’s fate in this savage world. Go, speak to the security guards, the police, and the detectives investigating the accident. Find the clues and bring Sophia back. This is my final wish—if you fail, don’t even come to my funeral.”

“Don’t speak like that, Father. We understand your pain, and like you, we all love Sophia. Have faith in us and take heart. We will find her so you can return to being the father we’ve always known,” said Félix, the eldest, supported by his brothers.

Félix, the oldest and most experienced, was a former military officer with contacts in various security and intelligence agencies. His network and expertise would be essential in investigating the possible kidnappers and tracking any leads on Sophia’s whereabouts.

Silas, the middle brother, was a talented programmer, capable of uncovering information through digital channels. He began planning his strategy to research records, communication networks, and financial transactions that might be linked to Sophia’s abduction.

Cadem, the youngest, was a skilled negotiator with a natural talent for earning people’s trust. He would infiltrate social and criminal circles, seeking information about those involved in Sophia’s disappearance.

As each brother followed their unique strategies, Elian Baalbek, growing weaker and sicker each day, approached a tragic end.

After weeks of intense and dangerous investigations, the three brothers were unable to find any trace or clue about Sophia’s whereabouts. It was as if she had truly died in the accident and her body had been completely consumed by the flames. Despairing, each brother chose a direction to follow, relying only on luck to find their lost sister.

Félix chose to head north, venturing deep into the desert without hope—a natural path for kidnappers to escape without leaving a trail. Silas went south, investigating every possible lead that might reveal Sophia’s location. For Cadem, the east was left, where he would conduct his search.

 

The Palace in Crete

 

Everyone called her "madame" or "my lady," and it had been so long since anyone used her real name that she had forgotten it herself. Sometimes, she got confused about the order of events, but everything was always so perfect that it hardly seemed natural—or was it the opposite? Perfection had become so habitual that it felt normal. How could anyone deny themselves a life where every whim was anticipated, and everything was always in order? Her lord, Astro, was kind, attentive, loving, and more beautiful than any man could ever be. Her life was a dream—or rather, it was the kind of dream no one could ever imagine, yet it felt real. Her past was a blur, her present stretched into an unending now of perfection.

Her name was lost, along with her childhood. The past had become unreal, buried under an endless stream of new stories. What little she remembered was like a fable, long forgotten. The accident, if it could even be called that, was less than a memory, and the rest seemed trivial compared to the intoxicating present that consumed her entirely.

Yesterday, she had her first night of love with her beloved. Today, her child was delivered to her by a smiling nursemaid to be nursed. It was as if time could leap upon itself, blending days into moments. As if this wasn’t already perfect enough, the spring festivals were splendid and happened every day. The palace gardens were a magical kingdom of sunlight, shadows, water, and soft grass, where children now played and laughed. On warm summer nights, the illuminated pools cast colorful reflections on the surrounding foliage, mingling with the gentle breeze that made her sleepy, accompanied by the laughter of her three children.

This morning, Astro, her lord, came to wake her as always, with a kiss and his captivating smile. After a light breakfast, he led her to the garden, where a hunting dog awaited them. It was a Greek greyhound, though it had no remarkable features at first glance. A medium-sized dog, light yellow in color with a curled tail. Friendly and eager, its presence puzzled her. As if reading her thoughts, Astro explained:

“This dog, my lady, is one of the three gifts I will give you today. He may seem like an ordinary dog, but he is magical and will always find his prey,” Astro said, as she studied the dog. Wagging its curled tail enthusiastically, the dog seemed overjoyed by her attention. She patted its head, making it even happier, and thanked her husband, who smiled warmly.

“Your second gift is right here,” Astro said, pointing to a tree trunk where an arrow was lodged. He walked to the arrow and, pulling it from the branch, said, “This is a magical arrow; it will always hit its target. And now, it is yours.”

She took the arrow, feeling it lighter than it looked. To test his words, she threw it at a tree trunk across the garden. Despite her weak throw, the arrow flew true, crossing the garden and striking the trunk precisely in its center. Her astonishment turned into childlike glee, and her husband watched her, first with a serious expression, then smiling in return.

“Now, let us go to your third and final gift,” he said, leading her toward a bronze statue she hadn’t noticed before. It was the figure of a warrior. Astro explained its qualities: “This will be your protector and will keep you safe here in Crete. His name is Talion. He will always guard and protect you.”

She approached the statue, and upon touching it, it transformed into a sun-bronzed man who immediately knelt before her. Startled, she gasped and nervously covered her mouth, her eyes darting between the kneeling man and her husband. Astro smiled, touched the man’s shoulder lightly, and he rose. Astro handed the arrow to Talion, who acknowledged it with a nod before retreating, followed by the dog.

“From today onward, my lady, our life will change slightly—but nothing will truly change. Perhaps you will feel more at ease with what is to come, or you might long for the world of unreal dreams. But those dreams will not return. Today is the day you will take control of your own life again. Everything here is yours, and I hope you will be a great woman and mother,” said Astro, who was far more than just a man or her husband. Smiling captivatingly, he was a divine figure who had crafted the reality of her world up until now. Yet, she seemed unable to grasp the full implications of his words.

Astro kissed her and embraced her. When he let go, everything around her became more vivid, more real, as if she had awoken from a deep, magical slumber into a new reality.