Charlene peered through the window of the domicile and saw her father suspended in the air, unconscious. "Renew," she whispered, "what do we do now?"
"Charlene, duck down! He's not alone!" Charlene crouched instinctively, her heart racing. She watched as the figure checked to see if Seth was still unconscious, then shimmered out of the room. "For a moment, I thought we had been spotted," Renew muttered under his breath. "What was that thing?" Charlene demanded, her voice trembling. "That," Renew said solemnly, "was a fate. Your not the only one with powers, some can do awesome things and others not so much." Charlene's mind was whirling, trying to comprehend what was happening. "Why would it hide its presence like that? It looked like… if I'm not mistaken, it's harming your father." Renew's voice grew urgent. "That can't be. We don't do that kind of thing here! Are they torturing him? No, that’s unheard of. We have to get him out of there!" Charlene’s eyes widened. "What's going on? Fill me in!" Renew hesitated,"From what I can see, your father’s under extreme stress. But—" She trailed off, trying to put the right words together. "Plainly, Renew. Please," Charlene demanded, her voice breaking with worry. "What’s going on with my dad?" "Charlene..." Renew said, his voice soft but serious. "It looks like... he's being tortured." Charlene's breath hitched. "How do we get in there?" she asked, already scanning the surroundings for a way in. "Whoa! Slow down!" Renew shouted in her mind. "We don’t know if he’s being guarded or if someone else is camouflaged in there. We can’t just rush in. We need to gather intel first, see what we're dealing with. If we charge in without knowing, someone could shimmer in and it could turn into a life-or-death situation for all of us." Charlene’s eyes were burning with urgency, but she nodded, trying to stay calm. "This might be my dad's only chance for survival. I can't let him down." Renew's mind raced. As far as she knew, the fates had never been violent beings. Seth had always been a handful, yes, but violence? That was unheard of. "If they’re torturing him... what else could they possibly do?" Renew thought, her gut sinking. She turned to Charlene. "Think about it. What if this is a trap? Your dad’s not being guarded. The moment that fate left... think about it. The timing is off. It could all be a trick." Charlene's face hardened. "I don’t care. I need to save my dad!" With a burst of determination, she rushed to the entrance, threw the door open, and sprinted down the corridor. She searched every room, her heart pounding in her chest. "Charlene, wait!" Renew’s voice echoed in her mind. "This is for your own good—" "Put me down, Renew!" she shouted, fighting to break free from her mental hold. Renew’s voice softened with urgency. "Please, just stop! Think about this. What if you get captured? What will happen to all of us? And your mom... what happened to her? We don't even know where she is. Calm down. We need to think carefully." Charlene didn’t listen. She was beyond reason, every fiber of her being focused solely on her father. "I can’t wait, I have to go now!" Renew sighed, seeing the fire in her eyes. "Fine. But listen to me—do it carefully." Charlene paused only for a second, then she reached out and touched the glowing mark on her wrist. "Shimmer," she whispered. With a flash, the world around her shifted, and she appeared at the end of a dimly lit hallway. She peeked around the corner. The room was empty. No guards. "This must be it," Charlene whispered, feeling the coolness of the air. "But where is everyone?" Renew’s voice came through, calm yet tense. "Take something—anything—and toss it in the doorway. I need to see what happens." Charlene grabbed a wad of paper from a nearby stand and tossed it toward the door. The moment it crossed the threshold, a loud clang echoed, and a gate slammed down with a thud. Guards appeared in an instant, rushing to the scene. "Follow them," Renew commanded. "Get inside the room, but stay against the wall. Move quickly and stay close to them." Charlene moved silently, matching her steps to the guards’ as they spoke. "It must’ve been a false alarm," one of the guards muttered. "I’ll tell the others. It was just a piece of paper. A gust of wind knocked it down." "Okay," the other guard replied, "Let’s get back to our post." Charlene’s heart was in her throat. She knew they couldn’t stay long. "Remember," Renew warned, "once you're inside, you have only seconds before they return. Don’t waste time." Charlene took a deep breath and steeled herself as she slipped into the room. A wave of dread washed over her, and just as she stepped forward, an invisible force slammed into her, knocking the wind from her lungs. She crashed to the ground, pinned by an unseen weight. "Get off of me!" Charlene screamed, struggling to move. The same eerie fate from before shimmered into the room, its voice cold and mocking. "Took you long enough. I saw you earlier—fell right into my trap. Now I have two for the price of one. Unfortunately, I don’t need both of you. One of you will die." Charlene's defiance flared. "If you touch my father, I’ll kill you myself!" Renew winced, thinking, Why doesn’t she ever think before she speaks? The fate smirked, its sinister grin widening. "Little offspring is here... Oh, this will be fun!" With a snap of his fingers, Seth awoke. He groaned in pain, his head spinning. At first, he couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but as his eyes locked with Charlene’s, everything became clear. "Seth!" Charlene cried, her voice breaking. Seth’s gaze hardened. "Get your hands off her!" he shouted, his voice raw with desperation. The fate laughed, tightening his grip around Charlene’s neck. "Little one should’ve stayed where she was. Now I have exactly what I need. One of you will die today." Charlene's heart pounded as she struggled to breathe, her mind racing for a way out"We have good news. The trap worked. We have captured Seth's daughter!"The room erupted in murmurs, the words spreading like wildfire as everyone stood, eyes wide, exchanging whispers.A gavel struck the large podium, the sound silencing the chaos. "Hold your tongues!""Bring them to us!" the head council member commanded. "We would like to have a word with them both!"In a dimly lit room nearby, Seth, Charlene, and their counsel, Idris, were huddled in tense discussion.Idris paced, his brow knitted in worry. "We're in uncharted territory, Seth. When I went before the council earlier, they were bloodthirsty. This isn’t looking good for you. All is lost!" He threw up his hands in disgust, his feet pounding the floor as he resumed pacing."Charlene, you picked the worst time to show up! What on earth possessed you to come here?" he snapped.Seth spun toward his daughter, grabbing her by the shoulders, shaking h
Seth Charlene Idris was escorted to the new domiciles.Charlene started to speak the moment the doors were closed.Dad, could you believe what we just witnessed? That was amazing!!! The first soul, wow!!Her sheer presence is like overwhelming!!! This place!! In this realm I'm at a loss for words!! I guess if I had to say anything about this world. I'm home!! I feel like I belong here.Charlene opened up her arms and twirled in the center of the room.Did you know she could tell you about the future? The thing she told me about what I would do and how civilization was going to change immensely!Slow down, Charlene. First, she's the spear of destiny the mother to us all. The first spirit can transfer to anything that it wants not without years of practice. Seth was still thinking about what just happen and how they made it out alive. He couldn't stop thinking about his wife Tamera. What are you talking about future events??The plan for our lives' dad!! Everything is Predestined.And
Charlene lay awake, staring through the skylight. Her mind was racing with questions—too many to count. What had happened to her mom? Was she safe? Had she managed to escape that terrible fate? And then there were the worries about her own training. What if she messed up? What if she couldn't handle it? What would happen to the sect if she failed?Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice that seemed to come from nowhere."All your worries are giving me a headache! Go to sleep! You have training in the morning," Seth’s voice boomed in her mind.Charlene sat up in bed, startled. "What the—how the—""No! I can't read your mind, but I can feel your anxiety! Go to sleep! You'll be fine!" Seth continued, his tone calm yet firm. "Your mom is a fighter. Trust me when I say she’s a survivor. If anybody can get out of a sticky situation, it’s her. Stop worrying. We'll be together again soon. Now, go to sleep. Good night."Charlene cl
This has been the longest day of my life. Charlene thought to herself. It's only 9am, and I got to be here until three pm. She began to whine, "Why me?" She laid her chin in her hands and looked towards the teacher in front of the class. The mark on her forearm would not stop itching. "Ahhhh." Maybe if I wrapped it tighter. She thought. Rolling up her sleeve to take a look. This badge is cutting off her circulation. She tried to keep it in place as best as she could without revealing her secret. Charlene quickly rolled her sleeve back down to conceal the mark. Charlene went back to frowning at the large round-faced man in the front of the room. Who was struggling to keep control of the over crowd classroom. Being homeschooled for so many years has been a blessing and a curse. Not having to socialize with people her own age was freeing. Her life as the only child was perfect. So she thought, but in this environment, Charlene was at a disadvantage, never learning how to ma
Charlene struggled to recall the lessons her parents had drilled into her since childhood.One: Protect yourself.Two: Never reveal your secrets.Three: If you’re ever caught, run—don’t look back.Most importantly, you may only get one chance. Make it count.She took a deep breath. You got this.Scanning the room quickly, she searched for anything that could aid her escape. Her eyes landed on a small metal chair in the center. Carefully, she moved toward it, wondering if she could use it to break a window or force the door open. But the moment she reached down to grab itA voice boomed through the room.“Sit down.”Charlene froze, her heart hammering in her chest.“Who’s there?” she demanded, her voice trembling.“If you take a seat, I will reveal myself.” The tone was smooth, almost inviting.She scanned the room again but saw nothing. Warily, she reached for the chair, sat down, and spoke sharply. “Explain yourself! Why have you taken me?”The voice remained calm. “You weren’t suppo
Charlene and Renew settled onto a worn park bench, their next move weighing heavily on their minds. With a deep sigh, Charlene pulled out her lunch, stomach grumbling. Grandma had packed her favorite—turkey and cheese with mayo, sweet pickles, sliced tomatoes, a sprinkle of salt, pepper, oregano, and a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil on a soft roll. A classic Lay’s bag sat beside it. She grinned, popping a few chips into her sandwich for that perfect salty crunch.“Yum, so good! Grandma is awesome!” she squealed in delight, taking a big bite. Between the lip-smacking, finger-licking, and crunching, Renew’s voice rang in her head. “We really need to work on our table manners.” Charlene rolled her eyes, cheeks stuffed. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten since last night. I’m starving over here.” “I’m aware,” Renew said dryly. “Just don’t choke yourself.” The voice carried a smirk—if that were even possible. Charlene swallowed and chuckled. “That’s right, we are one,” she joked, lick
“How did you even do that?” ReNew asked, sounding both concerned and amused. “Slow down, Charlene. You’re giving me whiplash.” ReNew gently wiped away Charlene’s tears, her actions tender. “We are one, remember?” they said in unison, both of them stopping to giggle at the oddity of their synchronized words. “Ha ha ha!” Charlene smiled through her tears, but the sense of urgency began to creep back. ReNew’s voice returned, more focused this time. “Are you good now, Charlene? I just needed you to see a friendly face. It’s easier to talk when you feel understood.” Charlene nodded, her breath still shaky. ReNew continued, “I’m not making excuses for your mom, and I’m certainly not making excuses for your dad either,” she said, her hands gently resting on Charlene’s shoulders. “But if we want answers, we have to talk to her. And who would know where she is?” In unison, they both said, “Grandmom.” Again. Charlene’s heart raced. She hadn’t seen her grandmother for days. Mabel Gre
Charlene slowly turned the knob to her mother’s bedroom door. Please, Lord, let her be asleep.Tiptoeing forward, every floorboard beneath her feet seemed to betray her. Crick. Crick. Crick.“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, her eyes wide with anxiety.Snap!A sudden silence swallowed the room. No creaks. No whispers. There is no sound at all. Charlene froze, her back straightening in alarm. What just happened?The air felt thick, as if something unseen hovered in the room with her. Her breath caught in her throat. She stepped back, then, with a sudden shiver, realized she wasn’t alone.ReNew’s voice echoed in her mind—a calm voice - yet filled with urgency. "Quickly—remove the charm from around your mother’s neck. Be careful not to wake her. We need her to recover her memories."Charlene nodded instinctively, her movements becoming more deliberate. She crossed the room with gentle, cautious steps. Yet every inch she took seemed to push her back, as though an invisible force was repell
Charlene lay awake, staring through the skylight. Her mind was racing with questions—too many to count. What had happened to her mom? Was she safe? Had she managed to escape that terrible fate? And then there were the worries about her own training. What if she messed up? What if she couldn't handle it? What would happen to the sect if she failed?Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice that seemed to come from nowhere."All your worries are giving me a headache! Go to sleep! You have training in the morning," Seth’s voice boomed in her mind.Charlene sat up in bed, startled. "What the—how the—""No! I can't read your mind, but I can feel your anxiety! Go to sleep! You'll be fine!" Seth continued, his tone calm yet firm. "Your mom is a fighter. Trust me when I say she’s a survivor. If anybody can get out of a sticky situation, it’s her. Stop worrying. We'll be together again soon. Now, go to sleep. Good night."Charlene cl
Seth Charlene Idris was escorted to the new domiciles.Charlene started to speak the moment the doors were closed.Dad, could you believe what we just witnessed? That was amazing!!! The first soul, wow!!Her sheer presence is like overwhelming!!! This place!! In this realm I'm at a loss for words!! I guess if I had to say anything about this world. I'm home!! I feel like I belong here.Charlene opened up her arms and twirled in the center of the room.Did you know she could tell you about the future? The thing she told me about what I would do and how civilization was going to change immensely!Slow down, Charlene. First, she's the spear of destiny the mother to us all. The first spirit can transfer to anything that it wants not without years of practice. Seth was still thinking about what just happen and how they made it out alive. He couldn't stop thinking about his wife Tamera. What are you talking about future events??The plan for our lives' dad!! Everything is Predestined.And
"We have good news. The trap worked. We have captured Seth's daughter!"The room erupted in murmurs, the words spreading like wildfire as everyone stood, eyes wide, exchanging whispers.A gavel struck the large podium, the sound silencing the chaos. "Hold your tongues!""Bring them to us!" the head council member commanded. "We would like to have a word with them both!"In a dimly lit room nearby, Seth, Charlene, and their counsel, Idris, were huddled in tense discussion.Idris paced, his brow knitted in worry. "We're in uncharted territory, Seth. When I went before the council earlier, they were bloodthirsty. This isn’t looking good for you. All is lost!" He threw up his hands in disgust, his feet pounding the floor as he resumed pacing."Charlene, you picked the worst time to show up! What on earth possessed you to come here?" he snapped.Seth spun toward his daughter, grabbing her by the shoulders, shaking h
Charlene peered through the window of the domicile and saw her father suspended in the air, unconscious. "Renew," she whispered, "what do we do now?""Charlene, duck down! He's not alone!"Charlene crouched instinctively, her heart racing. She watched as the figure checked to see if Seth was still unconscious, then shimmered out of the room."For a moment, I thought we had been spotted," Renew muttered under his breath."What was that thing?" Charlene demanded, her voice trembling."That," Renew said solemnly, "was a fate. Your not the only one with powers, some can do awesome things and others not so much."Charlene's mind was whirling, trying to comprehend what was happening. "Why would it hide its presence like that? It looked like… if I'm not mistaken, it's harming your father."Renew's voice grew urgent. "That can't be. We don't do that kind of thing here! Are they torturing him? N
Seth drifted in and out of consciousness, barely able to hold onto a coherent thought before another wave of reconditioning surged through his mind.Submit. Come back to the Fold. Be one with us. Your life is not your own. With us, you belong.The words echoed endlessly, a horrific chant looping over and over. The relentless message drilled into him, a steady pressure against his sanity. Images flashed before his eyes—fragments of a life spent in the Fold, playing out like a cruel reminder of what they expected him to be.The cycle repeated, faster and faster. He couldn’t even blink. He had no choice but to watch.How long had it been? Hours? Days? Time was meaningless now.His throat burned as he screamed, raw and desperate."I yield! I yield! Let me down!"Silence answered him. No footsteps, no voices of comfort. No rescue.A chill ran down his spine as a new voice, deep and venomous, slithered into the room.
Charlene stepped out of the void and into the light. She moved carefully, fists clenched, unsure of what awaited her on the other side.At first glance, she was astonished—this realm looked so much like Earth. The grass was green, the trees familiar. A soft golden glow bathed everything, giving it an ethereal quality. But as her eyes adjusted, she saw the differences. Towering domes stretched across the landscape, some small, some vast. Homes? Offices? She couldn’t be sure. Their surfaces shimmered like liquid metal, reflecting the surroundings yet remaining solid.A cool breeze rolled through the valley, carrying a scent both familiar and foreign. It was crisp, alive, as if the very air held whispers of the past. Charlene tilted her head back, inhaling deeply. The sensation filled her chest with something she couldn’t quite name—peace, perhaps, or nostalgia for a place she had never known.“This is home. Everything here has a life of its own. Can’t you feel it?”Charlene closed her e
Charlene slowly turned the knob to her mother’s bedroom door. Please, Lord, let her be asleep.Tiptoeing forward, every floorboard beneath her feet seemed to betray her. Crick. Crick. Crick.“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, her eyes wide with anxiety.Snap!A sudden silence swallowed the room. No creaks. No whispers. There is no sound at all. Charlene froze, her back straightening in alarm. What just happened?The air felt thick, as if something unseen hovered in the room with her. Her breath caught in her throat. She stepped back, then, with a sudden shiver, realized she wasn’t alone.ReNew’s voice echoed in her mind—a calm voice - yet filled with urgency. "Quickly—remove the charm from around your mother’s neck. Be careful not to wake her. We need her to recover her memories."Charlene nodded instinctively, her movements becoming more deliberate. She crossed the room with gentle, cautious steps. Yet every inch she took seemed to push her back, as though an invisible force was repell
“How did you even do that?” ReNew asked, sounding both concerned and amused. “Slow down, Charlene. You’re giving me whiplash.” ReNew gently wiped away Charlene’s tears, her actions tender. “We are one, remember?” they said in unison, both of them stopping to giggle at the oddity of their synchronized words. “Ha ha ha!” Charlene smiled through her tears, but the sense of urgency began to creep back. ReNew’s voice returned, more focused this time. “Are you good now, Charlene? I just needed you to see a friendly face. It’s easier to talk when you feel understood.” Charlene nodded, her breath still shaky. ReNew continued, “I’m not making excuses for your mom, and I’m certainly not making excuses for your dad either,” she said, her hands gently resting on Charlene’s shoulders. “But if we want answers, we have to talk to her. And who would know where she is?” In unison, they both said, “Grandmom.” Again. Charlene’s heart raced. She hadn’t seen her grandmother for days. Mabel Gre
Charlene and Renew settled onto a worn park bench, their next move weighing heavily on their minds. With a deep sigh, Charlene pulled out her lunch, stomach grumbling. Grandma had packed her favorite—turkey and cheese with mayo, sweet pickles, sliced tomatoes, a sprinkle of salt, pepper, oregano, and a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil on a soft roll. A classic Lay’s bag sat beside it. She grinned, popping a few chips into her sandwich for that perfect salty crunch.“Yum, so good! Grandma is awesome!” she squealed in delight, taking a big bite. Between the lip-smacking, finger-licking, and crunching, Renew’s voice rang in her head. “We really need to work on our table manners.” Charlene rolled her eyes, cheeks stuffed. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten since last night. I’m starving over here.” “I’m aware,” Renew said dryly. “Just don’t choke yourself.” The voice carried a smirk—if that were even possible. Charlene swallowed and chuckled. “That’s right, we are one,” she joked, lick