Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1: The Beginning (Page # 3)
CHAPTER 2: The Secret of the Pendant (Page # 5)
CHAPTER 3: The Fire of Partition (Page # 7)
CHAPTER 4: The New Light (Page # 13)
Disclaimer
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and dialogues presented herein are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.
Some parts of the story directly reference Christian Theology but include fictional elements. Every effort has been made not to hurt anyone’s emotions. The intent is solely to present a fictional narrative within an imaginative universe.
Story Universe
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The GCU connects multiple stories, characters, and worlds that may interlink in future narratives, forming an expansive, imaginative saga.
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About the Author
Haroon Gill is a storyteller with a passion for blending history, faith, and imagination into epic narratives. Through the Gill Cinematic Universe (GCU), he creates interconnected tales where myth, theology, and human struggle converge. The Bird Boy and the Fire of Partition marks a cornerstone in this universe, weaving hope and light amid one of history’s darkest hours.
Author Details
Author: Haroon Gill
Book Title: The Bird Boy and the Fire of Partition
Email: haroongill4382@gmail.com
Website: www.etherealpage.com
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Bird Boy and the Fire of Partition, And The beginning
The beginning.
Billions and trillions of years ago, when the Creator formed the universe, He also brought into existence beings of divine light, known to us as angels. Among these celestial beings, some held a special status and were called Archangels. One of them, named “Halil,” also known as “Lucifer,” was the most powerful and beautiful of all. He ruled over many angels and was considered unmatched in strength and abilities.
Over time, Lucifer began to harbor a dangerous thought in his heart: “I am immensely powerful, possessing great abilities. How am I any different from the Creator? In fact, why should I not surpass Him? I will raise my throne higher than His, ascend beyond all limits, and rule over the entire universe.“
This pride and desire for supremacy would eventually set into motion events that changed the fabric of existence forever.
It so happened that Lucifer began to lead other angels astray. With his cunning words and persuasive charm, he convinced them that he was equal to the Creator, perhaps even greater. The fire of rebellion that burned within him slowly spread to the hearts of many angels, filling them with doubt and arrogance.
One by one, numerous angels fell under his influence, believing in his vision and standing by his side. Eventually, they were ready to rise against the Creator. Lucifer’s pride had reached its peak, and he now saw himself as the rightful ruler of the universe. But what he failed to realize was that his defiance would lead him and his followers to a fate they could never have imagined.
The angels who followed Lucifer were the ones he gathered to form his army, and he planned to wage war against the Creator and defeat Him.
Lucifer, with his entire army, launched an attack on the celestial palace. A great battle erupted between the angels of Lucifer and the angels of the Creator. However, the Creator Himself did not descend to fight; instead, His angels waged the war on His behalf. The commander of the Creator’s army was Michael, an archangel just like Lucifer. But unlike Lucifer, Michael fought with the divine strength granted by the Creator, making his army far more powerful.
The battle took place outside the gates of heaven, far beyond this Earth and beyond the bounds of time itself. During the battle, Lucifer transforms into a Demonic Dragon. As swords clashed and celestial forces collided, a piece of metal broke off from Michael’s armor when struck by Lucifer’s blade, falling to Earth. Despite Lucifer’s power and the might of his army, they were no match for the divine forces of the Creator. In the end, Lucifer suffered a devastating defeat, bringing his rebellion to a catastrophic end.
Then the Creator cast Lucifer and his fellow angels down to Earth. Lucifer, who was once a radiant and sacred being, was now transformed into a demonic form. He was sent to Earth as a punishment, destined to witness the consequences of his rebellion. Along with him, all the angels who had followed him were also banished to Earth. This was the moment when evil first set foot in this world.
The Secret of the Pendant
When Lucifer was sent to Earth, he corrupted the world as well. His presence and evil spread chaos and wickedness across the land. When the Creator saw this, He was deeply saddened, as He had never intended for the Earth to become so corrupted. The Creator then decided to rebuild the Earth. He prepared it to be a place for humans to live, and created humans, so they could inhabit the Earth and restore purity through good deeds, bringing His creation back to its original form.
As you may have read in religious books, your journey in life progresses in a certain way.
Thousands of years later, when archaeologists were digging in Africa to extract metal, they discovered a fragment of Michael’s armor. They found this piece and crafted a beautiful pendant from it.
One day, a person stole the pendant and sold it at a shop. The shopkeeper then sold it to another person, and through him, the pendant made its way to the Subcontinent. The hidden powers within the pendant were still unknown to anyone.
A child: How do you know all this?
A man replies: Because I am Michael.
The child: How is that possible? Then who has the pendant now, and where is it?
Michael replies: You will find out.
Saying this, Michael disappears.
After some years, the same child who talked to Michael was wandering in a bazaar in Bombay, where the pendant was being sold. The boy felt a strange feeling and was drawn into an old shop.
Boy: “Why do I feel like…? I have been here before?”
In the shop, he saw a strange pendant. He thought it was an ordinary pendant and decided to leave the shop as he was not feeling well.
He was about to leave the shop, but the pendant called to him. And a strange voice whispered in his ear, “Buy the Pendant.”
He thought it was the shopkeeper who was trying to sell his pendant. The shopkeeper looked at the boy, his face was puzzled.
Shopkeeper: “Boy, you have been looking at this pendant for some time. Are you interested in buying this pendant?
To sell the pendant, the shopkeeper tried to trick the boy.
Shopkeeper: “Let me tell you something, this is not an ordinary pendant. It is embedded with ancient magic.
The boy, intrigued by the shopkeeper’s statement, decided to try it once. The boy wears a pendant around his neck.
Boy: “It feels warm.”
The moment he wore the pendant, visions of his conversation with Michael started to spread in his head.
Child: “What is all this happening to me?”
The pendant has finally awakened.
The Fire of Partition
Years passed since that strange encounter with the man who called himself Michael.
Adan, now eighteen, lived in the quiet town of Rajpur, nestled within the bustling city of Bombay. He was a humble boy, raised in a Christian family of four: his loving mother, his younger sister Ruth, his strong but soft-spoken father Joseph, and himself. Their lives were simple, but peaceful.
He had not forgotten the pendant, no, he could not. Since the day he bought it, it has never left his chest. Glowing faintly at night, pulsing with a warmth that felt alive. At first, he thought it was just a strange relic. But one day, everything changed.
It began when he saw a runaway bull charging through the narrow alleyways of Rajpur. Children screamed, mothers rushed to pull their little ones inside. Adan stood still, watching in shock. But then, something ancient awakened within him.
His legs moved on their own. His face was covered with marks, and before he realized, he stood in front of the beast. The pendant around his neck shone like a star, and wings, wings of brilliant light, erupted from his back.
He didn’t know how, but he flew.
He flew above the bull, calming it with a touch of his hand. The creature, once wild, bowed and retreated as if it had been tamed by a higher presence.
From that day onward, people began to whisper:
“Who is this boy with wings?”
“He flies like a bird.”
“He protects us from danger.”
And so, they named him… Bird Boy.
One evening, the family sat together in their small courtyard. The air was cool, and the sky above was full of stars. Joseph, Adan’s father, told them old stories, some about their ancestors, some about faith, and some just to make the children laugh. Adan’s sister clapped her hands at the funny parts, while their mother smiled quietly, her eyes soft with love. Adan leaned close to his father, listening carefully, feeling safe in his voice. For a little while, there was no fear, no hate outside, only the sound of laughter, bread being shared, and the warmth of family.
With every passing day, Adan’s powers grew stronger and stranger. The pendant was no ordinary thing; it beat like a living heart, giving him powers no human should have. It gave him the speed of sound, the sharp sight of a hawk that could see what others could not, and a voice so powerful it could calm storms or quiet angry hearts.
At first, he thought he was going mad. But soon, the world needed him.
One night, when the city was silent, a scream cut the air. Adan flew faster than the eye could follow, crossing alleys until he found a boy cornered by masked thieves. Their knives shone in the moonlight, ready to strike. Without thinking, Adan spoke, not with anger, but with a voice that rolled like the sea. The men froze, their rage melting into fear, their weapons falling from their hands. By the time they ran away, the boy clung to Adan’s cloak, his eyes full of gratitude.
Days later, the rain had passed, and the city was quiet. Adan sat in his small room, the pendant against his chest, always humming like a second heartbeat. The old radio crackled on the shelf, the announcer’s voice sharp with worry.
“Breaking news. Near the Indus River, heavy rains have caused terrible flooding. A village near the river is underwater. Families are trapped on rooftops, children are missing, and rescue teams are struggling.”
Adan froze. His hand tightened on the table. The pendant grew hot against his skin, as if it also heard the cries. He didn’t think. He didn’t plan. He just moved.
Flying across roads and fields, the city shrank behind him. The roar of the Indus grew louder until he reached the village. Chaos waited there, muddy waters swallowing homes, families clinging to boats, children screaming for help. The flood was no longer a river; it was a monster eating everything in its way.
Adan’s hawk-like sight searched the waters. Then he saw them, a boy and a girl clinging to a broken door, their small hands slipping, and their faces pale with fear. In a blur, he jumped into the water. His body cut through the flood like air. The river tried to pull him down, but his vision stayed sharp. He reached the children just as the door broke beneath them.
“Hold on!” he shouted, his voice rolling like thunder over the storm. The children’s fear turned into trust. In one quick move, Adan pulled them close, his arms a shield against the waves. Then, faster than the water could drag them away, he carried them back to shore.
On the wet ground, their mother ran to them, crying and thanking them with broken words. Adan, drenched but steady, only nodded. He realized he hadn’t even needed to breathe.
But it wasn’t over. His eyes caught more, people trapped on a roof as the waters rose, an old man clinging to a tree about to break. Again and again, Adan moved, faster than the storm, pulling them from the grip of death.
When the sun finally broke through the clouds, the villagers whispered his name like a prayer. But Adan never stayed for thanks. He left before soldiers and reporters could find him, flying the quiet cities back to his city.
To him, this wasn’t heroism. It was instinct. He didn’t know the world had started to notice.
And still, the visions troubled him. When he looked into people’s eyes, the thief, for example, he sometimes saw something else. The thief didn’t want to steal, but a dark spirit pushed him.
Adan was saving the world.
But he did not know if saving the world was truly the right thing or not.
The next morning, while Adan was sitting with his father on the dining table, he was very quiet, as if he was lost in deep thinking. His father looked at him carefully, noticing how his eyes were fixed on the plate, but his mind was far away. He placed his hand gently on the table and said, “What happened, my son?”
Adan shook his head slowly and answered, “Nothing.” But his voice was soft, and it was clear that something was troubling him inside.
His father leaned back on the chair, his face calm but serious. “Son,” he said, “remember this. Sometimes thinking too much does not change anything. What matters is that we try to do our best, not just for ourselves, but for the whole world, the world that was created by God. As humans, we don’t have the power to fix everything. We can only do what is in our hands and leave the rest to Him. And even when things look impossible, we can still hope.”
Adan lifted his eyes, meeting his father’s. For a moment, he felt both comfort and weight in those words. His father’s voice was steady, like he had carried the same struggles in his own life. The pendant against Adan’s chest gave a faint pulse, reminding him that his path was already different, but the wisdom of his father was still like a light in the dark. The room stayed quiet after that, except for the sound of cups and spoons on the table.
Adan’s mother came out from the kitchen, wiping her hands with the corner of her dupatta, and asked softly, “Why is everyone so quiet?” She placed the tea on the table and, to break the silence, turned on the radio.
The old radio crackled, and a firm voice filled the room:
“This is All India Radio. In a few days, Pakistan shall come into being, followed by India’s freedom a day later. Partition, born of political differences and communal tensions, has divided Punjab and Bengal, sending millions across new borders. Hindus and Sikhs move towards India, while Muslims journey into Pakistan. Amid the joy of independence, the land is also filled with sorrow, migration, and violence. Freedom has come, but at a heavy cost.”
Adan’s mother stood still for a moment, listening with worried eyes. She turned toward her family and asked in a low, uncertain voice, “Where will we go, India or Pakistan? For we are Christians.”
The air grew heavy. Adan looked at his father, waiting for an answer. His father placed his hand on the table and spoke with calm but firm words, “We will go to Pakistan. Jinnah has promised to protect minorities and their rights. That is where our future will be.”
Adan’s mother shook her head, her face full of doubt. “I do not agree,” she said softly, “I fear what may happen.” But in those days, the word of the husband was final, and she stayed quiet, following his decision, even though her heart was restless.
Adan, watching both his parents, felt the weight of change pressing in, though he was too young to fully understand what was waiting for them beyond the borders. The pendant on his chest pulsed faintly, as if it too could sense the storm of history approaching.
The subcontinent was to be divided into two nations.
Hate was rising, not only from the hearts of men, but also from the ashes of Lucifer’s fallen army. These angels, once bright and pure, now twisted with bitterness, had begun to whisper into mankind, feeding them hate, fear, and bloodlust. Their shadows moved among crowds, unseen but powerful, turning brother against brother, neighbor against neighbor.
One evening, the whole family sat around their old wooden dining table. A simple meal was placed before them: bread, lentils, and a small bowl of rice. Before anyone touched the food, Joseph bowed his head. His wife and children followed.
Joseph prayed:
“Lord, bless this meal, and bless the hands that prepared it. Teach us to be grateful. And remind us always that every life, every child, every mother, every stranger on the road, is Yours.”
The prayer hung in the air, calm and steady, but outside their home, the land was burning with unrest.
Then came the tragic evening. Joseph left for the bazaar to buy wheat and milk, promising to return quickly. The hours stretched long, the lamps in the house burned low, and his family waited. But he never returned.
On the road, a mob had surrounded him. They did not see Joseph the man, the father, the neighbor. They saw only his religion. They struck him down with anger in their eyes and hatred in their hands. One voice from the mob shouted coldly, “Go back to your homeland!” as Joseph’s body fell to the ground.
When the mob scattered, one kind-hearted man, who had watched in silence, could not bear the cruelty. He stepped forward, lifted Joseph’s lifeless body, and carried it through the dark streets. His face was heavy with sorrow, and his steps were slow.
At last, he reached Joseph’s home. He knocked at the wooden door, his knuckles trembling. Inside, Adan rushed to open it, hope in his young eyes. But instead of his father, he saw the man holding Joseph’s still body.
The stranger’s voice broke as he said softly, “Son, your father is no more. The mob killed him. I am truly sorry.”
The world around Adan seemed to stop. His heart pounded, his legs shook, and his eyes filled with tears. Behind him, his mother gasped and fell to her knees, her cry echoing through the house. His sister, only sixteen, clung to her mother’s shoulders, her young face pale with shock, said again and again, “No, Papa can’t be gone, he promised to come back.”
The whole family was drowned in sorrow, and the night felt colder than ever before.
After the funeral, Adan wiped his tears and made a decision that felt heavier than his own heart. He stood before his mother and sister, his voice trembling but firm.
He said, “It was my mistake, not my father’s. I should have gone with him. If I had been there, maybe he would still be alive. From today on, no one will face these circumstances again. I will protect the people. I will not let darkness win.”
But not everyone had fallen to the shadows. Between the fires, the mobs, and the fear, there were still good people, Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs, and Christians, who chose mercy instead of hate. Neighbors hid neighbors in their homes, strangers shared bread, and some risked their lives to guide frightened families across the borders. These sparks of goodness shone bright against the night.
And into that night, Adan rose. He leaped from rooftop to rooftop, the pendant glowing like a star upon his chest. He spread his arms like wings, shielding children from blades, carrying wounded elders across burning streets, and breaking apart mobs not with fists, but with the power of his voice, a voice that calmed storms and stilled angry hearts.
In the chaos of fire and blood, people began to whisper his name. “Bird Boy.”
He became a shadow of protection, a symbol of hope. He fought not with hatred, but with light. Not for one side, but for all who still carried goodness in their hearts.
Adan sat alone in his small room. The pendant pressed warm against his chest, beating like a second heart. He could feel it whispering, calling him.
The world outside was loud with chaos, yet inside him was only silence.
He remembered his father’s words, his mother’s tears, and the faces of those he had saved.
And in that silence, Adan made a promise: He would not live for himself. He would live for others.
The New Light
When the dust of Partition settled, and the borders were drawn, Adan and his family made their way to the newly born land of Pakistan.
They did not go blindly; they went to Islamabad because Adan’s grandfather lived there, a quiet, wise old man who had offered them refuge and healing.
They found peace in the serene hills of Islamabad.
There, far from the screams of war, they began again.
Adan married, worked, and lived quietly, though he never removed the pendant.
It was a piece of heaven he still carried.
And in 1979, a new life cried out in the world.
A baby boy was born, his son.
He did not know…
That he, too, carried a spark of that holy light.
The light waits, hidden in family blood, locked inside old boxes, whispered in dreams, until the right time comes again.
The year was 1979.
The world had changed. Countries had risen, wars had been fought, and machines had begun to conquer the skies. But in the quiet city of Islamabad, under a pale crescent moon, a child was born. His name was David.
David was a quiet and thoughtful boy. He was not like other children. From a young age, he would look at the stars for hours, as if they were speaking to him in a secret language only he could understand. His parents loved him deeply, especially his father, Adan, who saw in David the same spark he once had.
Adan had hidden the pendant long ago, locking it inside an iron box buried under their home. After years of struggle, he had chosen a life of peace. But the world has its own plans, and destiny, especially holy destiny, never sleeps for long.
After many years, David had grown into a young boy around 18. One day, while exploring around the house, he found the old iron box buried beneath the floor. Curious, he pulled it out and opened it.
The moment the lid lifted, a bright light burst out from the box, filling the room with a glow like the sun itself. David stepped back, his eyes wide with wonder.
THANKS
Thank you for journeying through the story of The Bird Boy and the Fire of Partition. This tale is not just about one boy or one pendant; it is about hope rising in the darkest of nights, about faith when everything seems lost, and about the light that refuses to die.
But this is only the beginning.
The story of Adan, David, and the pendant is part of a greater saga, the Gill Cinematic Universe (GCU). Every spark of light, every whisper of shadow, and every battle between hope and despair connects to a larger destiny yet to be revealed.
Stay with us as we continue this universe, where new heroes will rise, forgotten legends will awaken, and the fate of many worlds will collide.
Gill Bros Co. proudly presents this story as a part of the ever-expanding GCU.
The light lives on…
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