Episode 1

The screams inside the delivery room weren’t from pain—they were from shock. The midwife dropped the baby. The nurses froze. The doctor stepped back, eyes wide. Because what came out of Mariam’s womb was not just a baby girl. She had delicate wings tucked behind her back and a soft tail coiled like a question mark. Her cry was normal. Her heart was normal. But the village would never call her normal.

Her father, Ibrahim, didn’t come inside the hospital. He waited outside with his brothers, his face pale and his hands shaking. When the nurse finally emerged with the news, he laughed. “Stop playing. That’s impossible.” But when they brought him inside and he saw her—his own blood—he staggered. “This is a curse,” he whispered. “This is not my child.”

Mariam, still bleeding on the bed, reached for her daughter. “She’s mine,” she said. “She’s just special.” But Ibrahim didn’t listen. He stormed out. That night, he didn’t return home. Days passed. Rumors spread through the village like wildfire. Some called the baby a jinn. Others said Mariam had slept with a spirit in the forest. The child was named Nur—it meant “light”—but no one wanted to hold her.

When she turned three, the wings began to grow feathers. Soft, golden feathers. Her tail lengthened slightly. Still, she laughed like any other child. Played with stones. Hugged her mother. But her father never looked her in the eye. Until one day, when he brought her a bowl of pap with a strange smell. “Eat, Nur,” he said, forcing a smile.

Mariam, watching from the corner, froze. She rushed forward and knocked the bowl from the child’s hands. The smell burned her nose. Rat poison. “You were going to kill her!” she screamed. Ibrahim didn’t deny it. He only “She is not human. I’m saving us.”

Mariam ran that night. Took her daughter and disappeared into the forest.

But that was only the beginning.

Episode 2

After the night of the attempted poisoning and the mysterious disappearance of her wings and tail,Miriam thought it was over.She believed the nightmare had passed and her daughter would now live a normal life.But the disappearance was never a healing.It was just silence before the storm.
They named her Aisha after her grandmother—the only person who had once stood by her mother when the village called her a devil for giving birth to such a creature.Grandma had whispered it in her dying breath,“Name her Aisha…for one day,she will rise above this.”Her mother,Miriam,had cried silently and agreed,though she had no idea what kind of life she was offering her child.In the hospital records,she was just “Baby Aisha.”But to her father,she was nothing but a scar—a reminder of the night he tried to kill his own daughter with a poisoned pap bowl and failed.

Years passed.Aisha grew into a strange little girl.Quiet.Timid.Eyes always searching the skies as if trying to remember something.She would sit alone in corners,drawing pictures of birds with long feathers and creatures with glowing eyes.She spoke less,laughed even less.Her father never looked her in the eye—not once since that night.Her mother tried to raise her with love,but fear always stood between them like a shadow neither could touch.

One cold evening when Aisha was thirteen,she collapsed while walking home from school.Her body trembled violently as if her blood had turned into fire.Miriam rushed to her side,thinking it was a seizure.But when she pulled up her daughter’s shirt,she froze.Her breath caught in her throat.

Two lines—deep,burning slashes—had reopened across Aisha’s back,in the exact places her wings once were.They glowed beneath her skin,pulsing like veins of light.Her mother screamed and carried her home,locking all the doors and windows.Her husband didn’t come near.Instead,he sat in the kitchen muttering,“She’s cursed again…”

That night,Aisha writhed in pain,begging for it to stop.She screamed for her mother,for anyone,even for death.Her back split open in the dark room—skin tearing,blood flowing—until the wings emerged again,slowly,glistening like shadows and smoke.They were smaller than before—but alive.

When Miriam saw them,she didn’t run.She didn’t slap her.She just fell to her knees and cried.Her daughter was not healed after all.She was different again—maybe forever.

But Aisha wasn’t just different anymore.She was starting to remember.

The next day,Aisha told her mother about the dream she had during the transformation.In it,a voice had called her by a name she didn’t know yet.“Daughter of flame,”it said.“You were hidden to protect you—but your time is coming.You are not alone.”

Miriam stared at her daughter in horror and awe.“What are you talking about?”she asked.

“I don’t know,”Aisha whispered.“But I think…I’m not just human.”

And things only grew stranger from there.

At school,kids started noticing her eyes sometimes shimmered blue in the sunlight.A cat that always hissed at everyone came to sit on her lap quietly during lunch.Her drawings of winged creatures began to come true—one morning,she woke up and found the exact bird from her sketch perched on her windowsill.

But that wasn’t the worst.

One Sunday afternoon while sweeping the compound,Aisha overheard her parents fighting.Her father was shouting,his voice ragged with fear and fury.“She’s changing again!I saw it!Those wings!She’s a monster,Miriam!We should’ve ended her when we had the chance!”

And then,Aisha heard something that shattered her.

“She’s not even ours,”her father screamed.“She’s not a child—she’s something that took the place of a child!I should have burned her when she was born!”

Aisha dropped the broom and ran.

She didn’t look back.

She ran into the forest,tears blurring her path,blood trickling down her back from the still-growing wings.The forest was dark and cold—but not empty.She collapsed by an old tree,her body shaking from pain and betrayal.And then,she saw it.

A mirror.

Not a normal mirror—but one standing in the middle of the woods,reflecting not her human face,but her with full wings and golden eyes.

Behind her reflection stood a figure.A man.Winged.Glowing.Silent.

And then he spoke.

“You’re waking up,Daughter of the Ash.You’ve been asleep too long.”

Aisha turned—but he was gone.

But in her chest,something cracked open.Something old.Something angry.And something…terrified.

Because the wings weren’t the only thing coming back.

Something darker was waking up inside her.

Something not even she could understand.

EPISODE 3

Aisha didn’t remember how long she stayed in the forest. The trees whispered like they knew her story. The cold wrapped around her like an old friend. Her back throbbed where her wings had returned—flesh still raw, feathers still growing. Her blood had stained her dress. But she didn’t feel human pain anymore. What she felt now was deeper. Like something inside her was unraveling—memories that weren’t hers, voices that didn’t sound like hers, dreams that burned like fire in her chest.

The mirror in the forest was gone the next morning. But the voice of the winged man lingered. “You’ve been asleep too long.” What did it mean? Who was she really? Was she cursed—or chosen?

She returned home covered in bruises and mud. Her mother screamed and ran to her. Her father stood frozen in the doorway, holding a Bible like it was a sword. When she walked past him, his hand trembled, and the Bible fell from his grip.

“You should have stayed in that forest,” he muttered. “You’re no daughter of mine.”

Aisha looked at him for the first time without fear. Her wings twitched beneath her clothes, and her eyes—just for a second—glowed gold.

That night, her mother wrapped her in a blanket and told her the truth.

“You weren’t born in that hospital,” Miriam said. “We lied. We never told anyone because we couldn’t explain what we saw. You were born on the floor of a burning hut…in a village that doesn’t exist on any map. Your father wasn’t even there. He refused to come. He said he had a feeling something unnatural was coming.”

Miriam wiped her tears.

“You were born with wings. Not feathers—like the ones you have now—but black, scaled ones. And your tail…it wrapped around me like a cord. I fainted. When I woke up, an old woman was standing over you, chanting. She said you were not a curse—but a key. I didn’t understand. I still don’t.”

Aisha sat in silence.

“But the strangest part…” Miriam’s voice shook. “That old woman vanished into smoke. And you, Aisha…you smiled. Minutes after birth. Like you knew something none of us did.”

That night, Aisha couldn’t sleep.

She stepped outside at midnight and looked up at the stars. Her wings opened—slowly, painfully—but they opened. She could feel the wind bending to them. But she couldn’t fly yet. Something was still holding her down. Something unfinished.

Suddenly, there was a rustle behind her.

She turned.

Her father.

With a bottle of kerosene in one hand and a lighter in the other.

“I should’ve ended this years ago,” he said, tears in his eyes. “You’re not my child. You’re something else. I can feel it every time you look at me. You make me feel like I failed. I didn’t protect your mother. I didn’t protect our home. And now this…you.”

He poured the kerosene at her feet.

Her mother screamed from the window. “Please, no! She’s your daughter!”

“No,” he whispered. “She’s not.”

He struck the lighter.

The flame leapt.

But it never touched her.

In the blink of an eye, her wings opened fully and wrapped around her body like a shield. The fire bounced off them. Her eyes glowed so fiercely that her father dropped the lighter and fell to his knees.

And then, something even more terrifying happened.

The fire froze.

Not burned out—froze.

It hovered in midair like a golden sculpture, crackling without heat.

Aisha looked down at her hands.

And they were glowing.

Her wings shimmered like starlight.

She had awakened.

Not just as a creature of wings and tail—but as something more.

But in that moment of power…her heart broke.

Because she had protected herself.

But she had lost her father forever.

He couldn’t even look at her anymore.

He crawled backward, muttering prayers, calling her names that pierced her soul—demon, witch, cursed child.

And that night…Aisha packed her bag.

She kissed her crying mother goodbye.

And she walked into the forest alone.

Because whatever she had become—it didn’t belong here.

But what she found deep in those woods…was far worse than she imagined.

Because they had been waiting for her.

And they were not human.

episode 4

the forest wasn’t just dark.it was alive.breathing.moving.whispering ancient names.aisha walked deeper and deeper,her wings folding tightly against her back,her heart pounding louder than the wind.she didn’t know where she was going,but she knew something was pulling her.something old.something dangerous.

she stumbled into a clearing where the moonlight painted the grass silver.in the center stood seven hooded figures,forming a circle.around them floated glowing orbs of fire,hovering silently like spirits waiting for judgment.aisha froze.her wings trembled.but her feet wouldn’t move back.

one of the figures stepped forward.a woman.her face was pale,her eyes black as coal.but her voice was like music.

“daughter of ash,you’ve finally returned.”

“who are you?”aisha asked,her voice barely above a whisper.

“we are the remnants of what you were.we are the echoes of what you will become.”

they didn’t answer her questions.but they didn’t need to.every time she looked at them,she remembered something.a flash of feathers.a scream.a burning sky.she had lived before.not just once—but many times.and in each life,she was hunted,hidden,destroyed.

“your wings were never your curse,”the woman continued.“they were your seal.your protection.your prison.”

the circle opened and aisha was led to the center.the ground was cold,soft like ash.they placed their hands on her wings,on her shoulders,on her heart.and then—they sang.not a song of joy.but a song of awakening.

images flooded her mind.her birth in a burning hut.her first scream in this life.her mother fainting.a flaming blade.her tail wrapping around an old woman to protect her.her wings lifting her infant body from the flames.

aisha screamed as the memories collided.her wings flared wide,knocking two of the hooded figures backward.the orbs of fire turned blue and circled her head.her tail snapped into place behind her.

she levitated.slowly.rising above the ground.her eyes burst into golden flame.and then—she remembered everything.

she wasn’t human.never was.she was a guardian.born between realms.a protector of the boundary between the worlds.and she had been reborn here,hidden in flesh,to escape those who hunted her.

but they had found her again.

“they’re coming,”the woman said.“and this time,they’ll burn the world to get to you.”

aisha was sent out with a new name—daughter of flame.guardian of the veil.she returned to the village before dawn,every step heavy with the truth.her wings now shimmered with streaks of silver,her eyes held storms.and in her heart—she knew this would be her last visit home.

her mother embraced her with tears.

“your father left,”she whispered.“he said he couldn’t live in the same world as you.”

aisha nodded,silent.

but the village was already stirring.whispers had begun.children pointing.adults hiding.

and then—night came early.

a shadow covered the sky.

creatures descended—not animals.not human.eight-legged beasts with burning eyes and mouths like fire pits.the sky cracked with thunder as they landed on rooftops and trees.screams rang through the village.

aisha stood in front of her house,her wings stretched wide.

“they followed me here,”she whispered.“i’m sorry,mama.”

but before her mother could respond—one of the beasts lunged.

aisha rose into the air,her body blazing like a comet.her tail snapped like a whip,her hands formed shields of light.she fought.not as a girl—but as a force.

but there were too many.

then—her father appeared.

he came running from the woods,a machete in hand,his eyes wild.

“leave my daughter alone!”he screamed.

aisha paused.

a beast turned toward him.

he didn’t run.

he leapt.

the creature tore him apart before he landed.

aisha screamed.so loud the air shook.her wings pulsed,and a ring of fire exploded around her.

she fought harder,faster.every strike a scream,every tear a weapon.

but it wasn’t enough.

until—

a voice spoke inside her.

“call the others.”

“how?”she whispered.

“bleed.”

she bit her palm and let the blood fall onto the soil.

the ground shook.

the mirror returned.

and from it—others stepped out.

winged.children.women.men.all like her.

and they bowed.

“welcome back,guardian.”

aisha rose above them,her eyes blazing.

this wasn’t just her fight.

it was a war.

and it had just begun.

episode 5
amina had been running for days.her feet were blistered.her wings were torn.her tail dragged through thorns and mud.but she didn’t stop.she couldn’t.her baby was gone.taken by something—or someone—and the silence in her heart was screaming.her mind burned with the sound of aisha’s last cry.the cave where she had left her baby was no longer there.just rubble.and smoke.and wind.

she searched the mountains.called her name in every valley.sleep never came.food didn’t matter.she became bones with fire in her eyes.the old woman who once told her of destiny had vanished.amina began to believe it was a lie—all of it.maybe she was cursed.maybe she should’ve died in that fire.or drowned in the storm that chased her out of the village.

but then—
a sound.
a voice.small.familiar.

“mama?”

amina’s heart stopped.

she turned.slowly.fearfully.

and there she was.

aisha.

not a baby anymore.

a girl of five.beautiful.glowing.her hair danced with the wind.her eyes sparkled with light.her back—wings.tiny ones.silver.feathered.like her mother’s had once been.

amina collapsed to her knees.crying.how was it possible?was she dreaming?

“they took me to the sky,” aisha whispered, wrapping her arms around amina. “they said i had to grow fast.to be ready.”

amina couldn’t speak.her throat was thick with emotion.

“they?” she finally asked.

and out of the shadows, the old woman appeared.smiling.her eyes glowed golden now.not blind.not anymore.

“she is more than you think,” the woman said. “she carries both your pain and your power.that is why we protected her.that is why she’s returned.”

amina stood.holding her daughter close.she looked at the woman.“what now?”

“you rebuild,” the woman said. “not as monsters.not as cursed beings.but as what you truly are—the start of a new story.”

and so they did.

amina and aisha left the mountains.flew over cities.found a quiet town where no one knew their past.they lived in a small house by the river.amina worked with herbs.helped the sick.aisha went to school.her wings tucked under her jacket.her tail hidden.but her heart?free.happy.

the villagers grew curious.some feared them at first.but over time, they saw something else.

kindness.

strength.

light.

one day,aisha stood before her classmates during a poetry contest.she recited a poem about a girl born with wings and a tail.who was almost killed by the people who should’ve loved her.but who grew strong anyway.who saved her mother.and found a life worth living.

the room went silent.then exploded in applause.

amina watched from the back.tears in her eyes.

not of sadness.but of healing.

her wings would never fully vanish.her past would never fully fade.but she had something better now.

a future.

and that night, as stars blanketed the sky, aisha looked up at her mother and asked, “will i ever have to hide again?”

amina smiled, kissed her forehead, and whispered, “no.my love.the world will one day be ready for who you are.tonight, we just shine.”

and they did.

together.

forever.

the end