The Power That Wouldn't Stay Silent
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Sleep never truly came.
It hovered at the edge of my mind, close enough to feel, but too fragile to hold. Every time I drifted, something pulled me back—memories, fear, or the lingering echo of everything that had gone wrong.
The rejection.
The humiliation.
The way my world had collapsed in a single moment.
I shifted slightly, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet around me. It wasn’t peaceful. It felt… watchful.
Like something beyond these walls hadn’t forgotten about me.
Like it was waiting.
My breathing slowly steadied, my body beginning to relax—
Then it happened.
A sudden heat spread through my stomach.
Stronger than before.
Sharper.
Alive.
My eyes flew open as a soft gasp left my lips. My hand moved instantly, pressing against the spot as the sensation pulsed again, deeper this time, like something beneath my skin was responding to a call I couldn’t hear.
“What… is this?” I whispered.
It wasn’t pain.
But it wasn’t normal either.
It felt like energy—like something growing, building, pushing against something unseen.
“Kael,” I called, my voice low but urgent.
He was already awake.
Of course he was.
He turned toward me immediately, his expression shifting the moment he saw the tension on my face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping closer.
“It’s happening again,” I said, trying to steady my breathing. “But this time… it’s stronger.”
His gaze dropped to where my hand rested on my stomach.
“How strong?” he asked.
I hesitated, struggling to explain something I didn’t understand.
“It feels like… it’s reacting,” I said slowly. “Like something outside is triggering it.”
Something in his expression changed.
Not surprise.
Recognition.
And that scared me more than anything else.
“Kael,” I said, my voice quieter now, “tell me the truth.”
Silence stretched between us.
Heavy.
Then—
“It’s not random,” he said.
My chest tightened.
“What isn’t?”
“That feeling,” he replied. “It’s not just power.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“Then what is it?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, his attention shifted—toward the door, toward the world outside, like he was listening for something I couldn’t hear.
“For them,” he said finally.
My fingers tightened slightly against my stomach as the warmth pulsed again, almost like it understood.
“To who?” I asked.
When he looked back at me, his eyes were darker than before.
More serious.
More certain.
“The ones who are getting closer,” he said quietly.
My heart skipped.
Because this time…
I felt it too.
Not a sound.
Not a movement.
But a presence.
Something out there—
Was coming.
And whatever was inside me…
Was already aware of it. 😈🔥
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