EPISODE 7 : THE AWAKENING OF THE LOST HEIR
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The road away from the city was silent.
Too silent.
Asher sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window as the lights of the world he knew slowly disappeared behind them.
A few days ago, he was just a student at Blackthorn Academy.
A person with no history.
No powerful family.
No reason for anyone important to notice him.
Now, he was being hunted because of a past he could barely remember.
A past that claimed he was a prince.
Asher looked down at the wooden wolf in his hand.
Everything had changed because of this small piece of his childhood.
“You’re thinking too much.”
Lucas’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
Asher glanced at him.
“You always know what I’m thinking?”
“No.”
Lucas kept his eyes on the road.
“But you have the same expression you had when you were five.”
Asher frowned.
“You remember my expressions from when I was five?”
A faint change appeared on Lucas’s face.
“I remember a lot about you.”
The answer made Asher quiet.
Because there was something strange about Lucas.
For someone who was feared by entire clans, he was surprisingly gentle when it came to him.
And that confused Asher more than anything.
“Why do you care so much?”
Lucas didn’t answer immediately.
The silence stretched.
Finally, he said, “Because I made a promise.”
“To my parents?”
“Yes.”
Asher looked away.
A promise made twenty years ago.
A promise that Lucas had carried alone.
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They arrived at an old estate hidden deep within the forest.
Asher stepped out of the car and looked around.
The place was surrounded by tall trees and ancient stone walls covered with vines.
“This is where we’re staying?”
“For now.”
Lucas walked toward the entrance.
“It is protected.”
“Protected from who?”
Lucas looked back at him.
“Everyone who wants you dead.”
Asher didn’t like how easily Lucas said it.
Like danger had become normal.
Inside the estate, everything felt old.
Not abandoned.
Just forgotten.
Paintings covered the walls.
Ancient symbols were carved into the stone.
And everywhere Asher looked, he felt a strange connection.
Like he had been here before.
“You recognize this place.”
Lucas’s words surprised him.
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
Asher turned toward him.
“How would you know?”
“Because your memories are returning.”
Before Asher could respond, a sudden pain shot through his head.
He grabbed the wall.
Another memory.
The same palace.
The same moon.
But this time, it was different.
He was older.
Not five years old.
A young boy standing in the royal courtyard.
His father stood beside him.
A tall man with silver eyes and a proud smile.
“My son.”
The boy looked up.
“Yes, Father?”
“Never forget who you are.”
The young Asher frowned.
“What if I don’t want to be a prince?”
His father laughed softly.
“Being a prince is not about a crown.”
He placed a hand on his shoulder.
“It is about protecting those who cannot protect themselves.”
The memory changed.
A scream.
A sword.
Fire.
Then a voice.
“Find the heir before he awakens.”
Asher returned to reality.
His breathing was heavy.
Lucas immediately caught him before he fell.
“What did you see?”
Asher looked at him.
“My father.”
For a moment, Lucas froze.
“What did he say?”
Asher looked down.
“He told me not to forget who I am.”
Lucas lowered his eyes.
Because he knew those words.
He had heard them before.
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That night, Asher stood alone in the training room.
He needed answers.
But more than that, he needed control.
If people were coming for him because of his bloodline, then he could not remain powerless.
Lucas entered quietly.
“You should rest.”
“I can’t.”
Asher turned toward him.
“For twenty years, I didn’t know anything about myself.”
His voice was calm, but his frustration was clear.
“I don’t want to be the person everyone else remembers.”
Lucas watched him.
“I want to know who I am now.”
For a moment, Lucas said nothing.
Then he walked toward him.
“Then awaken.”
Asher frowned.
“What?”
“Your bloodline.”
Lucas looked at his hands.
“It has been waiting for you.”
Asher hesitated.
“What if I can’t control it?”
Lucas’s expression remained steady.
“Then I will teach you.”
The words surprised Asher.
“You’re willing to risk that?”
Lucas looked directly into his eyes.
“I have protected you since the night you lost everything.”
A pause.
“I won’t stop now.”
Asher looked away.
For the first time, he realized something.
Lucas Draven was not just protecting the lost prince.
He was protecting him.
The person.
Not the title.
Suddenly, a sharp pain moved through Asher’s hand.
The silver mark appeared again.
This time, it stayed.
The entire room filled with a strange energy.
Lucas stepped back.
Because he understood what was happening.
The awakening had begun.
Asher stared at the glowing mark.
A power he had never known existed was finally answering him.
And somewhere far away…
Someone else felt it too.
Someone who had spent twenty years waiting for this moment.
“The prince has awakened.”
A cold smile appeared in the darkness.
“Now we can finally end what we started.”
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