The night at Noor General Hospital was heavier than ever.
Zahra felt it in her bones—the weight of something ancient pressing down on her soul.
The babies with the glowing eyes, the symbol etched faintly on their skin, were only the beginning.
She sat by the window, staring out at the city lights flickering like distant stars.
Her phone buzzed.
It was a message from an unknown number.
"The bloodline awakens. The healer's fate is sealed. Find the book beneath the falling star."
No sender.
No reply.
Zahra's mind raced.
The bloodline…
Could it be?
Her grandmother's whispered stories about their family's hidden legacy?
She recalled the old chest in her attic—filled with dusty scrolls and faded photographs.
Was she really the last in a long line of guardians?
She needed answers.
Arif joined her, noticing her pale face.
"What is it?"
Zahra showed him the message.
He frowned. "Falling star… That's tonight."
Outside, the sky was clear.
The stars shone brightly, and in the west, a streak of light appeared—a meteor blazing across the horizon.
Zahra felt drawn.
"Come with me," she said.
They drove silently to the hilltop outside the city where the meteor was expected to land.
The air smelled of earth and rain.
When they arrived, they found a crater glowing faintly with blue light.
Inside the crater lay an ancient, leather-bound book—its cover etched with the Eye symbol.
Zahra picked it up carefully.
The book was warm to the touch, humming softly like a heartbeat.
Back at her apartment, Zahra opened the book.
Its pages were filled with symbols, prayers, and stories of the guardians—healers chosen by the Divine to protect the balance between worlds.
One passage caught her eye:
"When the veil thins and darkness stirs, the Last Guardian shall rise.
With the gift of healing and the curse of knowing, she shall face the gate's opening and decide the fate of souls."
Zahra's hands trembled.
This was her legacy.
Her destiny.
The phone rang.
It was Mufti Rafiq.
"I've sensed a change," he said gravely. "The gate below is weakening. The ancient ones stir. You must prepare."
Zahra nodded.
"I am ready."
That night, Zahra meditated with the book beside her.
Visions flooded her mind—faces of past guardians, battles between light and shadow, and the final seal breaking.
She saw herself standing before a glowing gate, staff in hand, light emanating from her heart.
The power to heal—and to destroy.
Morning came with a new resolve.
Zahra and Arif returned to the catacombs, book in hand.
They were not alone.
Shadows moved in the darkness.
Whispers warned.
But Zahra was no longer afraid.
She was the Mystic Surgeon.
The healer. The guardian.
And the final hope.