Because of this Kalkan is known as demon kingdom. It existed alongside the other races that occupied the many realms of the world. Of course it was located in a remote realm that exists further than the human territories. Human realm exists in a separate dimension and s.p.a.ce than the demon realm. Both realities are separated by the barrier that prevents anything from each realm from invading the realm next to it.

Universe is vast, but due to countless realities being separated by barriers many a.s.sumed that they knew the true size of the world. Only few knew that the end of the corner of one world meant the beginning of the next. Not in a sense like dying, of course, but in a sense that there is a different realm connected to the other realities.

The only way of safely traveling to other realities was through the portal that was located near the barrier. The portal itself looks like large mound of earth, which the people who were unaware are a portal would just pa.s.s by without touching.

Due to this the portal hasn't been used for the last hundreds of years. Even the scholarly depictions of the portal were not accurate, leading many people searching for the next world return without finding anything.

Of course the barrier separating the two realms was not perfect; if an object moving at a speed faster than the speed of sound it can potentially cross over from one realm to the next. While it is potentially possible, it was not safe and furthermore there weren't many means of producing such speed.

One day there was a falling star. Unlike others it looked crimson in color rather than the ordinary blue s.h.i.+ne. The star was coming closer and closer to the earth as if it wanted to touch it. For the ones watching it from far away it looked as though it was the star that announced the beginning of the end, or rather the end of the beginning. Either way, it was the star that has decided the fate of the Kizilalem on that day for it was the one responsible for the events that followed.

The crimson falling star violently hit against the barrier separating the demon world from the human world. The barrier separating two realms was strong, but the star pierced it with such speed and power that it managed to somehow puncture it allowing it to enter into the next realm. Clas.h.i.+ng with the barrier made the falling star lose most of its momentum. It slowed down enough to reveal that within it was concealed a form of a living being. A man inside of it was clothed in rags, he himself was unconscious.

After a long flight the man finally crashed into the side of a mountain. Luckily he landed on the softer part of the mountain covered almost completely by soft gra.s.ses which have made his fall so much less painful. Of course his body was bruised and scratched, but overall he was whole and unhurt.

He just lay on the spot he landed on, with his body sensing the numb sensation through all of his body. He felt the warmth of the earth beneath him, more like the heat of it. The heat was more intense than the heat his body used to feel. The suffocating sensation in his lungs caused him to be unable to stay in peace.

As if clinging to dear life by a thread the man opened his eyes. The air itself was too intense to breath. He tore off the rag that was clinging to his left shoulder and put it against his face in order to be able to breathe more easily.

The atmosphere was too intense; his body felt like it would melt from the heat. He had no idea where he was, why he ended up there, or who in the world he is. Almost as if his body was influenced by its instincts to survive it kept walking. He felt that he couldn't stop until he found safety; the atmosphere was too harsh on his body and he sensed that there were many creatures nearby that were hunting.

Their sounds echoed through the air sending chills down the man's spine. He was not going to stop here to rest, fear overtook his senses. Now the panic made him run as fast as he could. He didn't reach far, his leg ended up in a hole made by a root that was growing in a weird fas.h.i.+on.

Naturally he ended up tripping on the ground. He awkwardly landed on his face. He cringed in pain; he still wasn't used to this sensation of pain, the feeling was unpleasant but it was bearable.

Then he tried to stand up. He looked at the ground, before he only paid attention to what was ahead of him, not bothering with what was above and below, but now that he looked at the ground he realized that there actually were plants despite the severe hotness of the climate.

Except the plant were not green in color but were reddish brown while their stems and roots were almost colorless. He grabbed a stem of a small flower and peered at it closely. The liquid within the stem was clearly visible. Somehow the plant adapted itself to such a climate by becoming so strange in appearance.

The man stood up, stretched his back and glanced at the sky and to his surprise he found that there were three moons with countless red, green and occasionally white stars surrounding them. It was a beautiful sight, a night with three moons… what could be more pleasant. Then a realization hit him. If there are three moons in the sky then are there just as many suns?

If that's the case how hot it would be during daylight if it's already so hot at night? He needed to find a shelter quickly. He stumbled and walked as much as he could, with his pace he managed to cover quite a distance considering he did not where he was going.

Then when he finally found a den inside of an upraised ground, he finally fell from exhaustion. It is most likely an abandoned den of a wild animal. Yet, at this moment he did not care, as long as he could sleep it was fine. He felt the softness of the ground, turned over on his back to look at the moons encircled beautifully by stars and shade. He closed his eyes in peace.