A new purpose was brought to life by the dawn light. He needed clarification. The Order of Obscura had been brought up by Elara. All that came up in a short online search were cryptic allusions to historical tales and conspiracies. He chose to face his family out of frustration. He entered as they were enjoying breakfast. His parents looked at each other nervously. But Stephanie seemed relieved. "Allen! You're doing OK." He looked at his parents, ignoring her welcome. "Why?" There was a coldness in his voice. "Why did you betray me?" Mr. Scott avoided looking at him and stuttered. Ever the viper, Mrs. Scott met his eye squarely. "Allen, we took the necessary actions. This power is more than you can manage on your own. You may be guided and kept secure by the Order." "Safe from what?" He sneered. "From you guys? You attempted to dupe a monster out of me!" Stephanie's eyes filled with tears. "They were afraid, Allen. Once again, the loan sharks threatened them. They believed that th
Allen slowly blinked, his vision blurry as he tried to piece together the fragments of the night before. The dim morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the unfamiliar room around him. With a groan, he attempted to push himself up from the bed, but a sharp, stabbing pain shot through the back of his head, causing him to wince and sink back down onto the pillow. Panic began to creep in as he realized he couldn't recall how he ended up here or what had happened to him. His heart raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings and the throbbing ache in his skull. With a frustrated grunt, Allen clenched his jaw against the pain, his fingers curling around the edge of the sheet as he slowly dragged himself upright. As he surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, his heart sank further into his chest. The room was devoid of any personal belongings or familiar touches, leaving him feeling disoriented and vulnerable. Panic
As the ladies advanced toward Allen, he couldn't help but feel a sense of mesmerizing awe envelop him. Their approach was graceful, each step deliberate and confident. The way they moved seemed to command attention, drawing him in despite his initial dumbfounded state.It was then that Allen noticed the striking detail of their attire. Their body-tight suits hugged their forms like a second skin, accentuating every curve and contour. What truly caught his eye, however, were their eyes. Each woman possessed a pair of eyes in a distinct color, and remarkably, their suits matched the hue of their irises perfectly.The effect was both enchanting and otherworldly as if each woman embodied a different facet of the spectrum. One had eyes the color of sapphires, her suit a deep, rich blue that shimmered in the light. Another had eyes like emeralds, her suit a vibrant green that seemed to pulse with life.Allen wanted to back away but then he turned and saw that there were two persons on each
Allen was taken aback at the sudden uproar of laughter by the members of the order. He looked at both sides bewildered only to see them still clutching their bellies as most of them sprawled to the floor. His face flushed red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "Do you think this a game!" David said after he managed to suppress his laughter. "I can't remember my illusion," Allen blurted out to the hearing of all the members of the order, ignoring David and their mockery, the desperation in his voice obvious. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove my worth. Just tell me what I need to do, and I'll do it."A man suddenly materialized in front of Allen, his eyes narrowed. "So you're saying that you can't even remember why you're here? That's not very promising."Allen shook his head. "I know it's not. But please, give me a chance. I'll do anything you ask."The man studied Alex for a moment, and then a sly smile crept onto his face. "Very well. I'll give you a chance.
The door creaked open, and the guard's footsteps echoed through the room. Allen held his breath, praying that the guard wouldn't find him.Suddenly, he heard a soft thud, and the guard cried out. He peered out from behind the shelf, his eyes wide with shock. The guard was lying on the ground, unconscious. Standing over him was a man dressed in black with a sword in his hand."We don't have much time," the man said, his voice low and urgent. "Follow me."Allen hesitated, his mind racing. Who was this person? Why was he helping him? But he knew that he didn't have time to ask questions. He followed the man out of the room, keeping low to avoid detection.The man made his way through the maze of corridors, dodging guards and security cameras. The man moved with stealth and grace as if he knew the system like the back of his hand.Finally, the man reached a small, hidden passageway. He pushed open a heavy metal door and gestured for Allen to enter.Allen stepped into the passageway, and t
"You're not going to wake up from anything. Allen's breath caught in his throat as Raven's words sliced through the haze of his thoughts like a knife. The air around him seemed to thicken with tension, suffocating him in its oppressive embrace. He struggled against Raven's tight grip, the pressure on his neck a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Panic surged through him as he realized the gravity of the situation, he was trapped, ensnared in a web of deceit and betrayal.Despite the fear coursing through his veins, a flicker of defiance ignited within him. He refused to be a pawn in Raven's twisted game, to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a surge of determination, he summoned every ounce of strength he possessed, pushing back against Raven's hold with a survival instinct."I changed my mind. I don't want to help you out anymore, I just want to get out of here." Allen's words hung heavy in the air, a defiant declaration that echoed through the dimly lit c
As Raven's grip began to loosen around Allen's neck, a sense of relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of disorientation as a bright light started to cloud his head. The intensity of the light seemed to grow with each passing moment, engulfing his thoughts and senses in a blinding haze. Allen struggled to maintain his focus, his mind racing with a mixture of fear and confusion. What was happening to him? Was this the end, or just the beginning of something even more surreal? Despite the chaos consuming him, Allen's instincts urged him to keep fighting, to cling to whatever shreds of clarity remained amidst the overwhelming brightness. "I said stop that now." Raven's desperate yells filled the air, his face was a mixture of fury and frustration as he struggled to maintain his grip around Allen's neck. Despite his best efforts, his strength waned with each passing moment, his muscles trembling with exertion and fatigue. The urge to control, to dominate, still bu
The men had finally gotten out of earshot and Allen's breathing had gone back to normal. He stood from where he lay and sat on the floor as he dragged his knees toward his chest and clutched it tightly. He sat there for a couple of minutes before he released his knees and crawled toward the covering to check if the men had already gone. The whole place was empty and looked safe enough for Allen to pass, he crawled outside and stood, still scanning the area for any sign of threat. He began to make his way in the direction where he thought the exit was but after hours of walking under the scorching sun that filtered into the thick canopy of trees, Allen realized that he had been going in circles. The thought of it sent frustration crashing at his insides and he tugged at his hair, his hold threatening to rip his hair from his scalp. The memories had come back to him a long while ago and that only added to his frustration. He stopped walking sank into a log that was on the floor and sp