Nobody moved.
Every person in the arena stared at the old photograph.
The announcer slowly walked toward the banner, his hands shaking.
The picture showed a young champion standing beside the same black bull.
The crowd gasped.
Because the champion had been declared dead ten years earlier.
The announcer whispered:
“That can’t be possible…”
The boy stepped forward.
“My father didn’t die that day.”
The entire arena fell silent.
The VIP man who had laughed earlier stood up.
“You’re lying. Everyone knows what happened.”
The boy looked at him calmly.
Then he pulled a small, old necklace from his pocket.
The announcer froze.
On the necklace was the same symbol carved into the bull’s collar.
A symbol only one person had ever used.
The announcer’s voice cracked.
“Where did you get that?”
The boy looked at the bull.
“My father gave it to me before he disappeared.”
Suddenly, the bull made a strange sound and moved toward the arena entrance.
Everyone stepped back.
The giant animal stopped in front of an old locked door.
The boy walked closer.
He placed his hand on the door.
“He’s not here to fight…”
A tear rolled down the boy’s face.
“He’s here to show you what really happened that night.”
The old door slowly began to open.
Behind it was something nobody expected.
The announcer whispered:
“No… this changes everything.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
