Ashton sat on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his temples as he tried to shake off the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin. The events of the past few days had worn him down to the bone, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep it up. As he sat in his bed, his thoughts went back to when he was still speaking with Elizabeth back then at the garden of the Coopers villa.
"The ashwagandha plant?" Elizabeth asked him as she watched him. Ashton scratched the back of his neck uneasily.
"I don't think you remember..." He trailed off as he looked away.
"Oh, I remember." She said and Ashton looked at her incredulously.
"Really?" He asked her. "You do?" He asked her and she nodded her head.
"I remember when you asked abo
Ashton sat at his desk, he was surrounded by books and notes. The soft hum of his laptop filled the room as he scrolled through pages and pages of information, his eyes busily scanned every single detail leaving nothing to be scrutinized. He had spent the entire morning and afternoon diving into his research, he was hell bent on and determined to find any mention of the mysterious flower that had been plaguing his thoughts. The ashwagandha plant was just too much in his mind for him to concentrate on other things.He had already exhausted the library's resources, he had tried digging into ancient texts and obscure journals, but the answers he sought were quite elusive to him. Now, he turned to the internet with hopes that somehow, just somehow, some hidden corner of the web might hold the key.The flower wasn’t just any ordinary bloom. This was the ashwagandha plant he was talking about. The plant with the ability to heal the sick but that didn't seem to be
Ashton gripped the phone tighter, the tone of the stranger's voice unsettling him. His eyes darted around the room, as if expecting someone to appear from the shadows. This wasn't the first time he'd been dragged into something cryptic and bizarre, but this was different. It felt... personal.“Ashton Pearce,” the voice repeated his name in that cold, detached manner. “You have something I want. But more importantly, you need me.”He felt a chill race down his spine."Why should I trust you?" Ashton countered, his voice hardening as he attempted to keep control of the situation. "You won’t even tell me who you are." He said reasoning.The voice chuckled, a sound that made Ashton’s skin crawl."Trust is earned, not given. And I’ll earn yours, eventually. But for now, you’re chasing the wrong leads, Ashton. The ashwagandha plant? It’s not what you think." He told him. Tb e strange v
That evening, Rebecca and Myles were having dinner when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Ashton: Can we talk tomorrow? I want to make things right. His message read. When she read it, she rolled her eyes as she looked to Mal who was happily eating his meal without any cares in the world. Lindsay showed the message to Mal, who nodded approvingly. "That's good. Maybe he’s coming around." He said as he put in some veggies into his mouth and began to munch away. Lindsay looked at Mal for a few moments before she let out a sigh. "I do hope so," she said, feeling a glimmer of hope. "I hate being at odds with him." She said. He was such a good person to her and she wouldn't appreciate it if what they shared was tainted for whatever reasons. They had their dinner and went to bed that night. Mal was okay with her going to see Nicholas. He was his friend too, but he wanted to see his girlfriend getting along with her employer and friend. After all, they both met and came to know each
“Why me?” Ashton asked again, his voiceww was barely audible.The man stepped closer, his gaze locking with Ashton’s.“Because, Ashton, you’re the only one who can unlock the full potential of the flower. You have a connection to it—one that goes back much further than you realize. This has been in motion long before you were born.”Ashton’s throat tightened, the weight of the man’s words settling in his chest. “And what happens if I refuse? If I walk away?”The man’s expression darkened. “Then you’ll be hunted. By those who fear the flower’s power… and by those who covet it. You won’t be able to escape them, Ashton. Not unless you embrace what you are.” Ashwagandha plant..... Ashton Pearce.No wonder the names sounded so alike.......Ashton stood in the silence of the lighthouse, the man’s final words still echoed repeatedly in his mind like a haunting melody or more like a broken record. His heart pounded against his chest, his mind reeled with the reality, of how real the revelation was.The flower—the power it held—it was far more dangerous than he could have ever imagined. And now, it was his burden to bear. But there was something else gnawing at his insides, something darker. The mention of sacrifice—of a blood offering—chilled him to the core. How far was he willing to go? And who, or what, was he supposed to sacrifice?The flower’s petal, it was still warm in his hand, it pulsed gently, as if it could sense his unease. He wanted to crush it, to destroy the source of all this madness, but he knew that wasn’t an option. Not when Elizabeth’The Unpredicted Ascendance Of Ashton Pearce THE LIGHT HOUSE
Ashton stood motionless in the darkness of the lighthouse, the silence felt so deafening around him. His mind raced with the thoughts of the stranger’s words, and the petal in his hand pulsed with a faint glow,there was an eerie reminder about the path he had just chosen. A life for power. The very idea gnawed at his conscience, unsettling him in ways he couldn't fully express. He knew now that whatever revenge he needed this was time to do it.He took a deep breath, his throat felt as dry as sandpaper. The stranger had vanished into the night, but the burden of his presence still made it feel as if he was there, it was heavy and so suffocating. Ashton needed answers, he badly needed guidance—but there was no one to turn to. He was all alone, and yet… not entirely though."Elizabeth," he muttered, his voice wasn't even that audible. The thought of her being somehow tie
The cold morning mist clung to the ground as Ashton made his way to Thomas’ apartment, his mind still racing with the events of the previous night. His hands tightened into fists at his sides, the memory of Elizabeth’s pleading eyes still burning into him. The flower’s glow pulsed faintly from within his pocket, an ever-present reminder of the grim path that lay before him.There’s got to be another way, he told himself for the hundredth time. There’s always another way.But despite his best efforts to convince himself, the dread was still there. Ashton wasn’t just up against some random mystical force—he was tangled in something ancient and far more powerful than he ever could have imagined. He needed help. And there was only one person who might understand the weight of this situation.Thomas.He quickened his pace, his shoes slapping against the wet pavement as the fog seemed to close in around him, as if the w
Ashton leaned back in his chair, staring at the dimming light outside Thomas’ window. The books scattered across the table spoke of myths, prophecies, and sacrifices—each one more cryptic than the last. The weight of what was happening was crushing. The truth was sinking in.There really might be no way out.Thomas sat across from him, equally exhausted, his eyes bloodshot from hours of reading. The quiet between them had grown heavier, and Ashton could feel the tension building. He knew Thomas was waiting for him to say something, to offer a solution. But Ashton had nothing. Nothing but doubt and fear.Finally, Thomas broke the silence."You can’t be seriously thinking of going through with this, Ashton. You’re telling me that there’s no other way—no loophole, no tri