Whisper of Tomorrow

🌙 PROLOGUE — The Night the Sky Broke OpenThe night it happened, Jasmine wasn’t supposed to be outside.Her town of Emberfall was usually quiet after dark, the kind of place where streetlights hummed softly and everyone locked their doors early. But that evening, the sky behaved in a way no one had ever seen. At first it was just a faint glow—soft, pale, almost like dawn trying to arrive too early. Then it spread, blooming across the clouds in strange colors that didn’t belong to Earth.Jasmine stepped onto her porch, eyes wide.“Is anyone else seeing this…?”Her voice faded. The street was empty.A deep vibration rolled through the air, almost like a heartbeat. The ground trembled beneath her bare feet. And then—without warning—a streak of silver shot from the sky, slicing through the clouds like a falling star that had forgotten how to burn.It crashed somewhere near the old abandoned field behind her house.Jasmine froze. Her instincts told her to go back inside. But something else—something she couldn’t understand—pulled her forward. A whisper. A flicker. A feeling that if she didn’t go, she would regret it for the rest of her life.She grabbed a flashlight and slipped through the back gate.The field was silent except for the soft crackle of something cooling. When Jasmine reached the clearing, she saw it: a small metallic object half-buried in the dirt, still glowing faintly like a dying ember.“What are you…?” she murmured.The moment she reached out, the glow surged.Light spilled into her palm—warm, gentle, alive.Then she heard it.A whisper.So soft, she almost believed it was her imagination.“Jasmine…”She jerked back, heart racing. No one was there. No wind, no voice… but the whisper had come from the object.Suddenly, an image flashed in her mind—so quick she could barely register it. A street. A sound of running footsteps. A shadow. A warning. It was gone in an instant, leaving her breathless.For a moment, the world felt heavier.As she lifted the glowing object, she noticed something else: a figure standing far behind her near the trees. A boy. Tall. Still. Watching her.Jasmine blinked, and the figure stepped back into the darkness—vanishing before she could call out.She didn’t know his name.She didn’t know why he was there.And she definitely didn’t know that this moment—this single night—would be the start of everything.The beginning of the whispers.The beginning of the future trying to reach her.The beginning of Daniel.