His name was Jamshed. He was an orphan from birth. He had no family other than his fellow orphans, he was a strong man, 22 years old, and extremely handsome. . Jamshed was called strong man all through his childhood. He was always ready for a scrap. With a grown man he would fight hand to hand. He was strong enough to send a teenage boy falling from a height of 20 feet.
The orphanage he lived in also had one other very important thing, weapons. Weapons were the only things this orphanage produced. The weapons were actually very lethal. The weapons were golden. They were specially made weapons. There were about 3,000 of them manufactured and stored in the arms vault. None of the weapons were ever used before.
The orphanage's inventor had never been found. He was an extremely smart man. He had worked out the designing of weapons, which were golden. He had never wanted to be found. The inventor had never interfered with the care and treatment of the orphans. They were not even educated. They had no names or pasts. They had been given numbers '1' all the way up to '3,000' in an alphabetical list.
This was all because of one night a long time ago when the orphanage was erected. In one night, they had taken what had become their lifelong friends, stripped them off their clothes and names and locked them in rooms. Jamshed had never even seen his parents, but his parents had seen, and orchestrated the death of his entire family. They had a hidden agenda and that agenda was to grow the orphanage for their benefit.
Every single orphanage-prospector had come there to capture the orphans and bring them to certain accomplices. These accomplices were the leaders of the world. They had done this on a daily basis over and over again. Never once were these orphanages allowed to stay as they were.
The local police were corrupt. They would stop by once a week to report on the state of the orphanage. At first they had reported good conditions. Currently, they lied. As time went on, the orphans grew quiet and mostly disappeared into their rooms. They had merely stopped talking and had stopped sleeping.
One of the orphanage's doors had opened suddenly. The old caretaker was passed out drunk on the floor. It was the day after. The night caretaker had caught someone stealing from the orphanage. He thought it was the local police and had knocked the police unconscious. The orphanage was now in a grave situation.
The local police had gathered together. They had put on their camouflage and went into the orphanage, to investigate. And thus the moment of no return arrived. It hadn't been a very long time since the doors opened but it had been a very long time for the orphans.
What they witnessed when they entered would stay with them for the rest of their lives. The gun vault was open. All the guns were on the floor. The guns hadn't even been pulled out. All guns were on the floor. The silent forest had welcomed them. Another sound had been produced, a hungry sound. The only thing they could see were some feet. Thirty feet were slowly moving around.
The feet were the orphanage's orphans. They had gone crazy. There were at least 3,000 of them. The place was nothing but bones and flesh. Only one orphan was alive. He was stretched across the floor. Jamshed had watched them. He was in a corner right beside them. All the other orphans fell but Jamshed just stayed still in the corner. The orphanage staff members were greeted by a spinning circle of rusty knives.
A gunshot echoed through the forest. It was the police coming back. They had had a breakthrough. They had discovered something. They went to the source of the noise and witnessed things which had stunned them. The weapons were made of metal, they consisted of a circular ring in the middle and a cone with a small tip. Around this was a chain blade. This had plunged straight through the neck of the caretaker. The leader of the group inspected the weapons. They were not made of gold, they were made of bone. 30 feet of it were broken. Jamshed was standing right by the man who was holding the next ten weapons.
