The Forgotten Prophecy

Laura's speed spell was Unmatched.

She was Known to all as the fastest witch alive.

But her broken heart clouded her mind, just like the tears streaming from her eyes clouded her vision, preventing her from dodging the sharp branches as she darted through the woods, adding more wounds to her gravely wounded body.

but she could barely notice.

the wounds were the least of her worries.

She cried clutching her belly, which appeared in the late stages of pregnancy.

the recent events kept playing in her mind over and over again.

wondering in denial how it all happened, unable to believe that her husband was really killed right before her eyes.

Suddenly, she fell to the ground, screaming, holding her belly in pain.

unnatural pain erupted from her womb.

Like if The baby's strong pulses were draining her magical energy.

At the same time she could sense a strange power gathering inside her womb.

struggling to move she murmured, "I can't stop now" .

She could feel danger approaching.

trembling, Scanning the woods with eyes full of fear she whispered "Spirit of the forest, help me. they killed your son, please don't let them take grandchild too."

immediately a giant bolt of lightning shattered the peaceful daytime of the forest.

Huge black clouds formed in an instant, turning the clear Suny sky into a stormy night of thunder and rain.

In seconds, the storm's power increased incredibly.

Torrential rain pierced the leaves like spears.

Lightning illuminated the pitch-black clouds all over the sky in multiple splits.

The sound of the raging winds was almost louder than the terrifying sound of thunder, snapping the tree trunks and tossed them into the air.

Strange Bright flames defied the rules of nature as they raged amidst the rain, eating away at the trees in unnatural colors.

As Laura's moans of pain faded into the sounds of the raging storm, a look of determination appeared in her eyes. she hugged her belly tightly. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

reactivating her speed spell. She vanished in a flash.

But this time, something had changed.

the branches on her way bent just before touching her.

The heavy rain that had nearly shatter the rocks was disappearing above her head.

the fire was clearing the way in front of her.

But the pain in her womb began to increase beyond her ability to bear.

It was a strange feeling, as if the child inside was drawing energy not only from her body, but also from the storm, the forest, and everything around them.

And then came the worst part.

The contractions.

The baby was coming, and far too soon

"No, not now" Her voice trembled in despair. "Please hold on just a little bit longer."

Her white hair, glowing with a blue halo, fluttered around her face, some of it sticking to her skin from the rain.

Fear filled her bright blue eyes as she looked around at the burning shadows of the forest.

She could hear them now, the faint howls of wolves.

They were near.

Her heart pounded, hammering against her ribs.

The howls grew louder, echoing around her like a death call.

she knows very will whats coming after her.

The wolves were no ordinary beasts. they were faster, smarter, bigger, and more deadly. Their glowing red eyes were the last thing most people ever saw.

She stumbled and nearly fell, but she held herself together. A new wave of pain swept through her stomach, and she let out a muffled cry.

But she forced herself forward. The forest seemed endless, an ever-shifting maze of shadows and fire, but then, through the haze of smoke and rain-she saw it.

A cave.

Carved into the side of a rocky hill, its dark entrance offering a glimmer of hope.

But doubt sneaked into her mind. Would it be a haven or a trap?

If the wolves find her inside, it's the end. She would be trapped, but there was no time to decide.

The contractions pain surged violently, ripping the air from her lungs. She screamed, clutching her belly as her knees nearly twisted beneath her.

The baby was coming, and there was no stopping it.

She gritted her teeth, forcing her body to move. raising a trembling hand she drew a glowing symbol in the air.

The light pulsed and spread, surrounding her legs like a shimmering aura.

"Sailor Jambus!" she whispered, the spell unfurling.

The world around her blurred as the magic propelled her forward.

The fire-lit rocky ground became a band of color beneath her glowing feet. The long distance to the cave disappeared in three powerful leaps.

Her body skidded to a stop at the cave entrance, nearly collapsing under the force of her landing.

The glow of her speed spell faded, leaving her shivering and gasping.

The storm continued, relentless.

The wind swept through the forest like a living creature, tearing at trees and fanning the flames.

Rain smashed violently down the rocky hillside, and water cascaded into the cave entrance.

She hesitated as she stood at the entrance to the dark cave. she looked behind her at the forest in fear.

The sounds of wolves howling were still nearby.

The thought of being trapped in the cave froze her veins.

But the pain left her with no choice.

Another contraction, more painful and intense than before. She began to lose her balance, feeling the world spin around her.

Her vision began to blur. She clutched the cave walls, taking a few steps before her weak hands could no longer support her, and she fell to the rocky ground.

The child was coming, its birth hastened by the raw magic seeping into her blood and his.

Time faded with the sensation of pain.

She barely noticed her newborn's cry echoing through the cave.

Trembling, she reached out and picked up her child, her voice barely a whisper.

"Please... stop crying, they'll hear us..."

To her surprise, the child stopped crying, as if he understood her words.

Then something even stranger happened: he giggled! a sweet sound that cut through the tension like sunlight in a storm.

The laughter echoed from the cave into the forest, carrying a powerful force. and with it, the storm vanished, as if it had never existed.

The howling winds turned to a whisper, the rain stopped, each droplet freezing in the air before disappearing.

The raging fires that had consumed the forest shuddered and dimmed, their brightness extinguished as if they had been ordered to retreat.

The forest itself seemed to hold its breath.

The woman stared at her child in awe. How could a voice so innocent and pure possess so much power? The chiled Giggled again, louder this time, and she felt the ground beneath her tremble in response. The earth stopped shaking, and an eerie silence fell over the place.

But the silence was brief.

A terrifying shadow crept toward the cave entrance, accompanied by the faint sound of approaching hooves.

And then she saw it: a giant wolf, its rain wet silver fur glinting in the light. Its red eyes glowed like embers amidst the darkness of the cave as it stared at her.

Then it let out a long, terrifying howl that echoed through the forest for a few moments before the scattered pack responded with similar howls.

They're coming.

Weak, wounded, and nearly blind with exhaustion, she tried to rise

but her body refused.

She collapsed back onto the rocky ground, clutching the baby to her chest.

The wolf advanced slowly, deliberate and predatory.

Through the haze of her tears and pain, she gathered what strength remained.

She raised a trembling hand, fingers glowing with orange light, and pointed at the wolf.

"Stay... away..." she gasped.

With a fast jump The wolf decided to attack.

A thick orange beam shot from her fingertip, striking the wolf mid leap.

The creature dropped to the ground, its massive body collapsing in a lifeless heap.

For a moment, there was silence-then the baby giggled again, a soft, joyful sound that seemed almost impossible amid the terror. Her heart ached at that sound. How could a newborn laugh like that?

But she had no time to wonder. The last magic beam she fired drained the last bit of energy from her body.

Darkness crept at the edges of her vision. She fought to stay awake to protect her child, but her body gave out.

The last thing she saw were the glowing red eyes of more wolves as they entered the cave.

Six more wolves entered the gave, the baby looked at them as if watching an interesting cartoon.

they circled the child, their growls low and threatening.

The baby giggled again, and as the sound echoed through the cave, The wolves stared at the baby, their glowing red eyes softening to warm brown.

they kept staring for a moment then turned away and walked to the cave's entrance and sat there.

calm, watchful, guarding the child as if nothing else mattered.

Time passed.

Then came another roar.

A tall, gaunt man appeared at the mouth of the cave, a huge black bear fur cloak rest in his shoulder. and gripping a thick and tall tree branch like a staff.

His glowing red eyes swept the cave in disbelief and rising fury. His voice thundered, "How? Who did this? No beast tamer has ever turned my wolves against me!"

The wolves circled him, baring their teeth.

But he only smiled as he smirked them with a cruel look. "You think you can defy me?" he snarled, raising the tree branch.

With a crack of power, a massive Giant golden lion burst forth, shaking the cave with each heavy step. The ground trembled beneath its paws as it roared, loud enough to rattle the stone walls.

The wolves whimpered, shrinking back, their earlier defiance dissolving as they bowed in submission.

The lion's golden fur gleamed, its massive body barly fit throw the cave entrance as it stepped forward.

loomed over the child, unmoving. But the baby only giggled and reached out, tiny fingers curling into the lion's thick mane.

The tall man approached, standing beside the beast. His eyes dropped to the unconscious woman on the ground. His sneer was filled with contempt.

"Princess Laura," he said.

"How far you've fallen. The most powerful witch I've ever known-reduced to this. Dying in a cave, unable to protect her own child."

With a flick of his hand, the man ordered the lion to strike.

The beast let out a deafening roar that shook the cave, the sound echoed at the walls like thunder.

Then the lion swung his massive paw, his claws slicing through the air with terrifying force and speed.

But it wasn't Princess Laura he attacked.

It was his own master.

Before he could react, In a blur of motion, the lion massive jaws clamped around him, tearing through him with terrifying force. He didn't even have time to scream. His final thought was disbelief:

How?

How could this happen?

My greatest beast... betrayed me.

The lion's glowing red eyes faded to a calm brown as he released his master lifeless body.

Then, without a sound, turned its gaze back to the child.

But there was no rage in its eyes this time.

only calm reverence, as though it recognized something greater than itself.

The lion moved toward the cave entrance, slow and regal, and lay down there, licking its golden fur with quiet dignity.

Meanwhile, Laura unconscious, felt the world slipping away. Her body gave in, but her mind drifted, pulled into a memory... of how it all began.

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Long before that night, the warrior race ruled half the world.

Their king, once noble, had fallen under the influence of General Olaf.

a ruthless warlord who commanded the warrior armies with an iron fist.

Convinced that only his people could bring justice and order, the king launched brutal campaigns against the other races.

His son, Prince Johan, stood against him.

He begged his father to stop, "Another war will not bring peace father it will bring ruin."

But defiance came at a price. Enraged, the king imprisoned his son in the void dungeon, a place from which no one returned.

Meanwhile, the sorcerer king forged secret alliances-with the blood elves, the fire demons, and the druids. Good and evil races joind Together to stop the warriors Invasion, they devised a plan. For when a warrior died, his strength, skill, and life essence passed to his kin, wich make it harder to fight them with every falling warrior.

If they eliminated all warriors in one sweep, their bloodline would fall with them.

Together they cast a single, devastating spell to wipe out the warrior race.

And it worked.

The warriors were all but annihilated.

All but one.

Johan, locked in the void, inherited the power of every fallen warrior. The sheer weight of their strength broke the prison around him.

When he emerged, he was no longer the same.

He was unstoppable.

The alliance panicked. Some whispered about the prophecy of the last warrior and fled in fear. Others gathered to discuss how to deal with it.

They sent their finest to end him.

but Johan slaughtered thousands alone.

Then, he vanished into the Ancestor's Woods, a place where even the boldest feared to tread.

But Laura did not fear.

Princess of the sorcerers, the most powerful witch of her kind, she was sent to finish the job.

But when she found Johan, she did not kill him.

She fell in love with him.

Together, they disappeared from the world, choosing peace over bloodshed.

They lived in secret among the trees.

But peace does not last.

Nine months later, with Laura heavy with child, they were discovered.

Her brother, Garen-prince of the sorcerers had found his way into the forbidden forest.

He came with an army. to end what the war had begun.

Knowing Johan's strength, Garen didn't come alone. He arrived with ten elite heroes and hundreds of soldiers trained for one purpose.

to kill the last of the warrior bloodline.

he also brought a secret weapon: a magical stone containing the Alliance's greatest spell, the very one they developed and used to wipe out the entire warrior race.

Laura couldn't fight them. Not her brother. Not her own people.

And Johan... he couldn't bring himself to kill Garen, his wife own brother in front of her.

Garen stepped forward, voice calm and diplomatic. "Surrender," he said, "and we'll spare Laura.

She can return as a princess of the sorcerer. We will even accept your unborn child into the royal family.

Johan looked at Laura as she warned him not to listen.

then at the child growing inside her. He saw hope. A future. Peace. Family.

And so, he surrendered.

But the moment he dropped to his knees, Garen betrayed them.

With a cruel smile, he invoked the Alliance's great spell from the stone.

and killed Johan before Laura's eyes.

Her scream tore through the forest, a cry of pain deeper than magic itself.

At that same moment, the pain of childbirth struck her with full force.

Collapsing to her knees, she clutched her stomach, gasping.

Garen's voice rang out, cold and sharp: "Kill the traitor and her unborn child!"

But Laura was faster.

Faster than any spell. Faster than their blades.

With a burst of desperate magic, she vanished into the woods.

Her shield spell shattered under a rain of attacks, but she kept running, blood trailing behind her,

shielding the child with everything she had left.

Then came Arwan.

The great beast tamer. The leader of the assassins.

He summoned his silver wolves, the only creatures fast enough to catch her.

And so began the legend of Kira, Son of the last warrior and the most powerful witch. And The prophecy of the last warrior.

--- Chapter 2 is a repeat of the last part of Chapter 1. Until I find a way to delete it, please skip to Chapter 3. ---

Weak, wounded, and nearly blind with exhaustion, the woman struggled to rise. Her body refused to obey, and she collapsed back to the ground, clutching the baby to her chest.

The wolf advanced slowly, its movements deliberate and predatory. She could barely see through the haze of her tears and pain, but she gathered what strength she had left. Raising a trembling hand, she pointed at the wolf, her fingers glowing with orange light.

"Stay... away..." she gasped.

The wolf lunged.

A thick orange beam shot from her fingertip, striking the wolf mid-leap. The creature dropped to the ground, its massive body collapsing in a lifeless heap.

For a moment, there was silence.

The baby giggled again-a soft, joyful sound that seemed almost impossible amidst the terror.

The woman's heart ached at the sound. How could he laugh at a time like this? Was it a sign of his innocence, or something more?

But she had no time to wonder. Her vision dimmed as darkness crept in at the edges. She fought to stay awake, to protect her child, but her body gave out.

The last thing she saw before losing consciousness were the glowing red eyes of more wolves as they entered the cave.

Six wolves circled the child, their growls low and menacing. The baby giggled again, and as the sound echoed through the cave, a profound silence fell. Outside, the storm ceased in a wider range around the forest as if commanded-the rain hung motionless mid-drop, lightning froze in the sky, and the flames consuming the trees flickered out. The entire forest held its breath, as though the giggling of the child had the power to freeze time itself.

The wolves stared at the baby, their red eyes softening to a warm brown. As if in a trance, they turned away from the child and moved toward the cave's entrance. There, they sat, vigilant and calm, guarding the cave as if nothing in the world mattered more.

Some time passed before the wolves began to roar once more, and a tall, gaunt man appeared at the cave entrance. He wore a black bear fur cloak over his shoulders, gripping a massive tree branch. His glowing red eyes scanned the scene with disbelief, and his deep voice boomed, filled with incredulity and anger, "How? Who did this? No beast tamer could ever turn my wolves against me!"

Once loyal, the wolves now began circling the man, baring their fangs and preparing to defy him. Yet he merely smiled, a cruel twist of his lips. "You think you can defy me?" he mocked, raising the tree branch high. He swung it in the air, and with a thunderous roar, a giant golden lion materialized, shaking the ground beneath its massive paws. The earth trembled as the lion's roar rattled the very foundation of the cave. The wolves whined and backed away, their defiance crumbling as they lowered their heads in submission.

The giant lion, its fur shimmering like molten gold, advanced with slow, measured steps. Its size nearly filled the cave entrance as it moved forward, sending small rocks tumbling from the walls. Towering over the baby, it halted, its gaze locked on the child. Unafraid, the baby giggled and reached out, its tiny fingers entwining in the lion's thick, golden mane that cascaded like a regal mantle.

The tall man approached, standing next to the lion. He looked down at the unconscious woman lying on the ground and sneered. "Princess Laura... How far you've fallen. I never thought the most powerful witch I've ever known would die like this-alone in a cave, failing to protect her own child."

With a flick of his hand, he ordered the lion to attack her. The lion let out a deafening roar that reverberated through the cave, causing the walls to shudder. Then attacked But not Laura-it turned on the man beside it. Before he could comprehend what was happening, the lion tore into him, its massive jaws closing around him with terrifying speed. His last thought was one of disbelief: How could this happen? His greatest beast, the mighty lion, had turned on him in an instant, without warning, without hesitation.

As The lion's eyes slowly turned from red to brown, it calmly returned its gaze to the child. There was no threat in its eyes-only a regal, serene acknowledgment. It padded slowly toward the cave entrance, where it settled, licking its golden fur with deliberate grace.

As Laura slipped into unconsciousness, memories flooded her mind, taking her back to how it all began.

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Flashback:

Long before that fateful night, the warrior race ruled half of the world. The king of the warriors was under the influence of General Olaf, a ruthless warlord and leader of the warrior armies. The king believed that his race was the strongest and the only one capable of restoring order and justice to the world. He waged war on countless races, conquering them in his quest for domination.

But his son, Johan, stood against him. He begged his father to stop, urging him that more war would only bring chaos and suffering-not peace. The king, enraged by his son's defiance, imprisoned him in the void dungeon. Meanwhile, the king of the sorcerers secretly allied with the blood elves, fire demons, and druids. They knew that whenever a warrior died, his strength, power, and experience would pass on to his closest relative, making them even more powerful with every death.

Together, they cast a massive spell to annihilate the entire warrior race. The sorcerers won the war, and the warriors were wiped out. But they did not know that Johan, the prince of the warriors, was the last survivor. In the void dungeon, he inherited the strength of his entire race, overwhelmed by the power of his ancestors. Unable to contain it, the void realm shattered, and Johan emerged with terrifying might.

The alliance forces, sensing his power, sent their best warriors to finish the job, but Johan, now unstoppable, single-handedly destroyed thousands of them and disappeared into the forbidden Ancestor's Woods. No one who entered those woods could easily survive, so the alliance forces sent Laura, the princess of the sorcerers and the most powerful witch, to find him.

But instead of capturing Johan, Laura fell in love with him. They left everything behind and married in secret, living in peace within the woods. That peace was short-lived. Nine months later, Laura, heavily pregnant, was found by Garen, her brother and the prince of the sorcerers. With the help of the alliance forces, he had discovered a way to breach the woods and came with a vast army.

Knowing Johan's strength, Garen came prepared-with ten elite heroes and hundreds of soldiers. Laura could not stand against her family, and Johan could not kill her brother. Garen offered a choice: if Johan surrendered, they would allow Laura to return with him as the sorcerer princes, and accept their child into the royal family. Hoping for a better future for his son and wife, Johan surrendered. But as soon as he did, Garen revealed the great spell of the alliance and killed him.

Laura, unable to believe her eyes, screamed in horror. In that moment, the pain of childbirth became unbearable. Garen, with a sinister smile, ordered, "Kill the traitor and her unborn child!" But Laura, known for her unmatched speed, activated her spell and fled into the woods, her protective shield spell shattered by a barrage of attacks. Wounded, she ran, concentrating on shielding her child.

Then came Arwan, the great beast tamer and leader of the assassins, summoning his silver wolves-the only creatures capable of matching Laura's speed. And so, the legend of Kira began.

Two days after the giant lion killed its master, Arwan the Beast Tamer, Laura slowly regained consciousness.

Dizzy from blood loss and her body aching from her wounds, she struggled to her feet.

The dim light of the cave disoriented her. "Where am I? .. She wondered trying to regain her focus, This... it's that cave... where is my child?"

She glanced around. The cave was empty, as though no battle had ever taken place.

The wolf she slain before losing consciousness was gone, no corpse, no blood.

She didn't know that Arwan's remains had also vanished without a trace.

Then, she heard the soft laughter of her child, the sound pulling her outside.

Stepping cautiously toward the cave entrance, she froze.

Her baby was sitting on the massive head of a sleeping golden lion, playing on its ears, laughing joyfully.

Around them, the wolves that had once chased her were jumping and running like playful pups.

Her heart raced with a million question on her mind.

Summoning her courage, she ignored her pain, ran forward, scooped up her child, and turned to flee.

With a quick incantation, her feet glowed as a speed spell carried her through the dense forest.

Her child laughed in her arms as she looked back.

The lion stood at the cave's entrance, gazing at her but making no move to follow.

The wolves, however, darted after her, tails wagging as if they wanted to play.

"I don't understand what's going on," she whispered to her child, her voice trembling.

"If you're somehow doing this... please stop. We have to hide away from all this."

Her child stopped laughing. He looked at his mother and smiled, his eyes calm and knowing. Then, For the first time, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in her arms.

As soon as he drifted off, the wolves vanished into thin air. The forest was silent once again.

Laura kept moving for two more days, but exhaustion soon overtook her. Her strength waned, and her speed spell faltered. Stumbling to a stop beside a tree, she struggled to cast a healing spell on herself.

But she couldn't gather enough energy. the spell failed, draining her even more.

"I... can't go on..." she murmured, her vision blurring. Desperately, she scanned her surroundings, hoping for a place to hide, but it was too late. Holding her child tightly, she collapsed, her consciousness fading once more.

Sometime later, a group of hunters passed near the edge of the woods.

Draven, the leader, frowned. "We've been at this for hours, and not a single deer? No birds, no tracks... this forest feels wrong today."

His sister, Sara, nodded uneasily. "Even the birdsong is gone. It's too quiet."

Draven said. "It's too dangerous To wonder any deeper near the forbidden woods we should turn back"

Just then, a faint cry reached their ears. Draven urged his horse toward the sound. In a clearing, they found Laura lying unconscious, her dress stained with blood.

He dismounted quickly, checking her pulse. "She's alive. We need to get her back to the village."

Sara carefully picked up the crying child. "She has a baby?" she said softly, trying to soothe him.

The group worked quickly, lifting Laura onto a horse. Draven's voice was firm. "This place is too dangerous. Let's leave immediately."

Some time later, Laura awoke in a warm, cozy wooden bed.

The scent of herbs filled the room, and she noticed an elderly woman sitting beside her.

The woman smiled gently. "Don't be afraid. You're safe here. My name is Nora. I may be old, but I'm the best herbal healer in this village.

My son Draven found you in the woods and brought you here last night. How are you feeling?"

"My child," Laura said weakly, panic rising. "Where is he?"

Nora pointed to a small bed in the corner of the room. "Calm down darling, He's right there, sleeping. I'll bring him to you, just try not to meve or your wounds will open again."

Laura held her child tightly as Nora said, "You're in Greenland, She added as she noticed a look of confusion on Laura's face. It's a small village, we dont get many visitors here because of our location near the forbidden forest, maybe thats why you never heard of it.

Rest and recover. If you need anything, just call for me."

As Nora left, Laura gazed at her baby, overwhelmed with relief. "You're safe," she whispered. "I'm sorry your first days in this world were so hard, my little one. But I promise you I won't let anyone hurt you." She smiled recalling some memories then continued, your father always wanted to name you Kira.. what do you think about that"

Her child stirred, reaching out to touch her face.

And as soon as his little fingers reached her face, something extraordinary happened.

Warmth spread through her body, her wounds healing in seconds. Laura stared in awe as her pain and exhaustion disappeared.

Before she could process what had happened, a man's voice interrupted her thoughts. "So, you're a healer."

Laura looked up sharply.

Draven stood in the doorway. "I suspected as much when I found you, i knew you must be someone special, hunted for your ability" he said.

Laura remained silent, with signs of caution on her face.

He continued "You don't have to worry. No one here will harm you or your son. This is a peaceful place."

Laura nodded slowly, grateful he believed the healing power was hers, and didn't notice that it came from her son. "Thank you," she said. "I... don't have anywhere else to go. If you could let me stay here for now ... it would mean a lot to."

"You're welcome here," Draven said. "But keep your abilities quiet. This village has no other power users, and we want to keep it that way."

She nodded in agreement with a smile and said confidently, "Don't worry. If you keep the secret, no one here will ever notice anything strange about me or my son.

Time passed peacefully and quickly..

For Nine years Laura lived in Greenland a quiet and peaceful normal life in a beautiful normal village.

Until one day every changes...

Lura was working in her small garden, while Kira played in the fields with the village children.

"Kira! Don't wander too far!" Laura called.

Kira waved back, smiling, before returning to his friends. Among them was Steven, the mayor's son.

"Careful, Kira," Steven teased. "The field rats might get you!"

Adam, Draven's son, defended him. "Cut it out, Steven! Or Did you forget he always wins against you?"

Steven smirked. "Not anymore." His hair began glowing blue, and he floated inches off the ground. "See that? I'm a power user now."

All the children stepped back in awe and amazement.

They had heard a lot about magic and supernatural powers, but this was the first time they had seen it with their own eyes.

"When did you learn how to do that?" Kira asked.

Steven landed smugly. "Three days ago, on my tenth birthday.

My father was really happy, he made some calls to get me into schools you can't even dream of.

Adam said, looking jealous, "But why you? Do you think we can do that too?"

Steven, "You can't learn magic. You have to be born with it, Its in my bloodline like my grandmother"

Kira said, "Maybe we were born with it, we just don't know yet."

Steven smirked, "Stop being jealous. Anyway my dad said there are tests today for all the kids in the village."

He told me Soldiers are coming soon for the power users' test, and they'll scan everyone."

He turned to Kira with a malicious smile.

Or if you cant wait i can test you right now Stretching his hands, Steven launched a blue electric ball toward Kira's chest.

For the first time in his life kira felt afraid as he saw the electric energy crackling toward him, And with that feeling he heard faint whispers in his mind.

Instantly, time slowed for Kira. Nearly stopped

He looked around surprisedand confused.

the birds in the distance, their wings beating in slow motion.

The electric orb almost frozen mid air, he could see the sparks fighting its way toword him, its crackling sound amplified.

Instinctively, he raised his hand. And closed his eyes with that time resumed normally again.

The orb struck him.

but instead of harm, it rebounded, shooting back at Steven.

The mayor's son was thrown to the ground screaming, blood trickling from his nose.

Laura, hearing the commotion, rushed over as she saw the villagers all gathering around the children's she yelled "Kira! Are you hurt?"

Kira looked around confused, mother I don't know what happened he attacked me and ...

Before Kira could finish, Draven stopped him as they all saw soldiers approaching.

Draven whispered, "Stay calm. Blend into the crowd."

But one soldier had already noticed them.