NOVEL NEXT Chapter 6: Echoes of the Past
The night was quiet except for the sound of Alex's heavy breathing as he and Mia finally slowed to a stop in the alley behind her house. The streetlights above flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Alex leaned against the cold brick, his mind racing with thoughts of Victor and the terrifying truths he had just learned.
Mia glanced around nervously, making sure they hadn't been followed. "We'll be safe here for now," she whispered, though her voice betrayed her uncertainty.
Alex clenched his fists, trying to suppress the trembling in his hands. "Who was that guy? Victor? And how does he know so much about me?"
Mia hesitated, her expression a mix of fear and regret. "Victor is one of the society's oldest members. He was there when your parents broke away, and he's been looking for you ever since. He believes you're the key to restoring the society's power."
"But why me?" Alex demanded, his voice rising. "Why do I have to be part of this? I didn't ask for any of it!"
Mia placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch firm but comforting. "I know this isn't fair, Alex. But you're not just part of it. You're at the center of it. Your power… it's different. Stronger. That's why your parents tried so hard to hide you."
Alex shook his head, his thoughts a chaotic storm. He thought back to the visions he had been having lately—flashes of places he didn't recognize, voices he couldn't place, and feelings of overwhelming power. They had been growing more vivid, more intense, ever since he found the key.
One memory in particular clawed at the edges of his mind. A room filled with bright light, voices chanting in a language he didn't understand. He was just a child, standing in the center of it all, his small hands glowing with an otherworldly energy. The memory sent a shiver down his spine.
"I keep seeing things," Alex admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Memories I don't remember having. They're like pieces of a puzzle, but I can't put them together."
Mia's eyes widened. "That's the past trying to surface. The seals your parents placed on you are breaking faster than I thought. Those memories aren't just visions, Alex—they're the truth. The society tried to use you when you were a child. They wanted to harness your power, but your parents stopped them."
Alex looked up at her, his jaw tightening. "If my parents stopped them, why didn't they destroy the society? Why let them keep coming after me?"
Mia sighed. "The society is too big, too entrenched in secrets and power. Your parents could only do so much. They thought erasing your memories and hiding you away would keep you safe. But now that the seals are breaking, the society won't stop until they get what they want."
Alex felt a surge of anger rise within him. "What if I don't let them? What if I fight back?"
Mia hesitated. "You don't understand how dangerous they are, Alex. They've spent decades mastering their powers, manipulating people, and controlling events. You're strong, but you're not ready to face them yet."
Alex's hands began to tremble again, but this time it wasn't fear—it was something else. A strange energy coursed through him, sparking like static electricity. He clenched his fists, trying to contain it, but it only grew stronger.
"I can't just sit here and wait for them to come after me," Alex said, his voice steady despite the chaos inside him. "If my power is what they want, then I need to understand it. I need to figure out how to control it before they do."
Mia nodded slowly. "There's a way, but it won't be easy."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "What way?"
"There's a place," Mia said, her tone cautious. "A sanctuary hidden from the society. It's where your parents learned to control their powers before they left the group. If we can get there, you might be able to unlock your abilities safely—and learn how to use them."
The idea of a sanctuary offered a glimmer of hope, but it also raised more questions. "Why didn't my parents take me there before?"
"They didn't want to risk leading the society to it," Mia explained. "But now that Victor knows you've awakened, staying here is even more dangerous. If we leave now, we might be able to stay ahead of them."
Alex looked down at his hands, the faint glow of energy fading as he calmed himself. He knew Mia was right. Staying meant risking everything. He couldn't let the society find him—not before he was ready to face them.
"When do we leave?" he asked, determination replacing his fear.
Mia smiled faintly. "Tomorrow morning. Pack only what you need. I'll take care of the rest."
That night, Alex lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts drifted to his parents and the sacrifices they had made to protect him. He felt a pang of guilt for the resentment he had harbored toward them. They had been trying to save him all along, even if it meant keeping the truth from him.
As sleep finally claimed him, the memories returned—stronger this time. He saw his mother holding him tightly as the room around them erupted in chaos. He saw his father standing between him and a group of shadowy figures, shouting words he couldn't hear. And through it all, he felt the power inside him, a force both terrifying and exhilarating.
When Alex woke the next morning, he felt different. Stronger. The echoes of the past were no longer just whispers—they were a call to action.
He was ready to face whatever lay ahead.