The strange sparks had faded by the time the final bell rang, but Jared's hands still tingled like they'd fallen asleep."Hey," Tomáš called out across the parking lot. "We're heading to the mall. Some middle schoolers have been acting tough lately. Want to help put them in their place?"A month ago, Jared would have been right there with them. Now the idea made his stomach turn. "Pass. Got stuff to do.""Since when do you have stuff to do?" Martin chimed in. "Come on, man.""I said no."Jared turned away before he could see their reactions. The walk home took him past the park, where fallen leaves skittered across the path like they were trying to spell something.That's when he saw it.A letter, hovering at eye level, completely still despite the autumn breeze. Its envelope was a deep purple that seemed to swallow light, marked with a seal he'd never seen before but somehow recognized: a twisted tree wrapped around a sword.He reached for it, half expecting his hand to pass through
The clock on the wall ticked backward for three seconds, and Jared was the only one who noticed.He sat in his usual spot near the window, trying to focus on Mr. Novotný's lecture about the Cold War, but the numbers on the clock kept dancing. They'd move forward normally, then skip back, like a broken video file.Tap. Tap. Tap.His pencil hit the desk in an uneven rhythm. Ryan, sitting next to him, shot him an annoyed look."Dude, you okay?" Ryan whispered. "You've been weird all morning.""What's weird about being bored in history class?" Jared muttered back, but his voice came out wrong - like there was an echo underneath it.Ryan frowned. "Not that. You walked straight through Petra earlier without even noticing her.""Through her?""Past her," Ryan corrected quickly, but Jared had caught the slip. Had he actually...? No. That wasn't possible.The fluorescent lights overhead flickered, but when Jared looked up, they were steady. Just like they'd been steady when he thought he saw t
The morning air bit at Jared's face as his feet pounded against the pavement. Six kilometers down, one to go. His breath came out in small clouds, dispersing into the crisp Brno morning. Every stride felt heavier than usual. Running used to clear his head, but lately his thoughts kept circling back to how quiet things had gotten. No Orion to push around. No real satisfaction in watching other kids scatter when he walked down the halls.Thump. Thump. Thump.His running shoes hit the ground in a steady rhythm that felt wrong somehow. Like the sound wasn't quite matching up with his steps."Getting soft," he muttered to himself, rounding the corner where Old Man Filip's hot dog cart should've been waiting. The empty spot made him stumble to a halt.Filip's cart had been there every morning for the past two years. Rain or shine, the old man would wave as Jared ran past, sometimes calling out "Looking strong today!" in his thick Czech accent. Jared always pretended not to care, but that s
The sound of glass breaking echoed through the halls, followed by a string of creative curses that would've made even House Vex blush.Orion peered around the corner. To find Seraphina surrounded by shattered remnants of what used to be test tubes. Her usually pristine lab coat was splattered with something that glowed. An alarming shade of purple."Don't," she warned without looking up. "Don't even start.""I wasn't going to say anything," he said, failing to hide his grin. "Though I have to ask – is the purple stuff supposed to be eating through the floor?"She glanced down, swore again, and grabbed a neutralizing agent from her belt. "This is what happens when you try to stabilize quantum fluctuations with outdated equipment." The purple substance fizzled and turned clear as she sprayed it. "The machine keeps changing the rules on us.""The machine, or the beast?" Orion leaned against the doorframe, careful to avoid the slowly spreading puddle."Both. Neither." She ran a hand throu
Reality crashed like a broken mirror, but I didn't.Everything else stopped existing. The house. The garden. Even Seraphina. But somehow, I stayed aware.My percentage felt wrong. Not higher or lower. Just... sideways. *64.θ%*In the nothing between realities, I wasn't alone.The beast floated there too. Not hunting anymore. Just... watching.It didn't look like geometry now. More like a thought having another thought."You're not what I expected," I said, though I didn't have a mouth to speak with.The beast's consciousness brushed against mine. Like static electricity, but made of memories.*Hunt/Protect/Test/Choose*The concepts hit me all at once. Images flooded my mind.I saw reality through its eyes. Not solid. Not fixed. A living thing, growing, changing, breaking, healing."You're not trying to kill me?"*Fix/Balance/Guard/Choose*More images. System beasts rising from reality's depths. Hunting broken things. Healing wounded spaces."Then why chase me?"*Different/Change/Evolv
"The last time House Vex smiled like that," Seraphina said, yanking open a hidden door, "three realities collapsed and Tuesday became Friday.""That's bad?""Friday's were never meant to exist." She pulled me down spiral stairs. "They're an accident from the first war."The stairs descended into darkness. My percentage hummed. *62.3%*"What was the first war about?""What else? Power." Her laugh echoed wrong. "House Vex wanted to control the machine. House Lira said no. House Magnus chose sides.""Which side?""Both. That's why they don't exist anymore."The stairs ended at a metal door. Symbols crawled across its surface."The machine room's down here?""One of them." She pressed her hand to the door. "Each house has one. They're connected. Or were, before the split."
"Whatever you do," Seraphina said, adjusting my collar, "don't mention the war with House Vex.""There was a war?""Three, actually. The last one ended Tuesday."We stood before a shimmering portal in her apartment. My percentage read *60.1%*"Any other family secrets I should know about?""Just the usual." She counted on her fingers. "Don't stare at Uncle Dominic's third eye. Don't ask why the portraits move. And whatever you do, don't eat the blue fruit.""Why not?""Because it's not fruit." She grinned. "Ready?"I wasn't. But I stepped through anyway.The portal spat us out onto marble steps. I stumbled. Seraphina landed gracefully."Welcome to House Lira."I looked up. And up. And up.The mansion defied physics. Towers spiraled imp
The spiral staircase creaked with each step. Our footsteps echoed off stone walls that looked older than civilization."Please tell me there's a bottom to these stairs," I said."Technically, yes." Marcus's voice floated up from below. "Practically? We haven't found it.""What do you mean haven't found it?""The stairs keep going," Elena said behind me. "We stopped exploring at level seven.""Which level are we going to?""Three. That's where the machine is."My percentage flickered. *54.3%*The air got colder as we descended. Older somehow. Like breathing in history."Found this place by accident," Marcus said. "1897. A Habsburg duke's wine cellar collapsed, revealed the first level.""And nobody noticed a massive underground complex before that?""Oh, th
The first seizure hit at 3 AM. My power went haywire, reality fracturing into a thousand different moments all at once.I saw myself die seventeen different ways in the span of a second.When it passed, I found myself curled up on the bathroom floor of my cheap hotel room. Blood dripped from my nose. The percentage in my vision read *52%*.My hands shook as I dialed Marcus's number."That was faster than I expected," he answered on the first ring."It's getting worse.""Where are you?""Hotel Avion. Room 412.""Stay there." He paused. "And Orion? Don't use your power. Not even a little."He hung up. I dragged myself to the bed, fighting another wave of nausea.Fifteen minutes later, someone knocked. Not the door – the window.I opened it to find Marc