Hurmaz was a smart, young man and had proved himself as one of the brightest students in the ship. He was the first of his peers to become a third-tier disciple. But the same intelligence and curiosity had taken the best of him. He had fallen in love with one of the girls in the island, the daughter of one of the harbour guards. They would secretly meet at midnight on the beach outside the Island walls. Everyone had found out about them specially the girl’s father who was in charge of guarding the wall at night and had seen the lovers together on the beach. Hurmaz had no other choice. His heart didn’t belong to the Saviour ways anymore since he had given it to a girl. They had escaped the Island to one of the nearby ships with the strange name of Parsana that provided sanctuary for fugitive disciples. He had then moved from Parsana to another ship. He had told Tirad that he was happy at the time and life had seemed beautiful and peaceful to him. He had distanced himself from anything related to the Saviour Ship and lived a joyful life. Even when he had heard that the Saviour missioners were killed on the ships by pre-rain religionists, he hadn’t cared. Instead, he had shown more love to his wife. When the news came that pre-rain religionists had attacked the Oxan ships, he was reluctant to know what had happened next. Rather he had made love with his wife. And even when he had heard that the First Disciple was murdered in his cabin by religionist assassins, he was be happy for the birth of his second child. But this ignorance only lasted until the outbreak of war. The missioners and disciples were not the only targets of Atlan soldiers anymore. The disciples’ weakness had made the Atlan warriors more ambitious. They wanted to bring Oxan to its knees. The attack on the ships had extended. No one was safe anymore and this time, Hurmaz couldn’t turn a blind eye and hide himself in the comfort zone of his family. Everyone was in danger, specially the women and children – his own wife and daughters.

Before the Atlan soldiers had reached their ship, the women and children had taken the boats and fled to the borders. This time, Hurmaz had stayed behind. He had kissed his wife and said goodbye to his daughter and baby. The boats were to come back after the defeat of Atlan soldiers. The enemy was defeated, but some of the boats never came back. Three boats had fallen into the hands of the Atlan soldiers and no one was left alive. Hurmaz had lost everything, his past, present and the future. He had given up his disciple life for his family and now he had lost them both. He hadn’t grieved for he had a little time to make things right again. He couldn’t bring back his family and couldn’t bear the life on the ship without them. Yet one thing he could do was to revive his past life on the Saviour Ship. He needed the Saviour Ship to win the war. It was obvious what the Atlan soldiers were about to do, their attack plan was simple: to debilitate the Oxan ships, take over the Saviour Ship and then invade the Oxan Island. Hurmaz had to stop them before they could bring down the Saviour Island. He had returned to the abandoned ship. The disciples and the maids had fled, plundering most of the coins and valuables and the rest was taken by Island residents that had escaped for their lives. Hurmaz had to ask Parsana for their help.