Celestial Guardians: Uniting Dimensions (Celestial Guardians Series, #1)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Jamaica's POV

You wouldn't think I knew exactly what happened the day I was born, right? This may sound unbelievable, but I'm not lying. I didn't understand why I saw it.

I thought I wasn't normal.

Please don't judge me.

Let me give you the whole story instead.

The air was thick with a strange energy. I could feel it, even though I wasn't yet part of the world. Somewhere in the quiet dark, I knew something monumental was happening. My mom's body shook as she held onto my dad's hand, her breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps, like she was clinging to something way bigger than herself.

But what could it be? What was happening out there in the world?

I felt her pain, every sharp wave of it, like distant thunder crashing through me. I didn't know what it meant, but I understood it wasn't just pain-it was a harbinger of something. Something that had been coming for a long time. Something that was finally here.

I shifted within her, responding to the tension outside of me. A strange sensation thrummed through the air, a current that buzzed just beyond the surface, like the pulse of a heartbeat I couldn't quite understand. Was it me? Was it her? Or was it something more?

"Maria, just breathe," the midwife said softly. "You're doing great."

But I knew, even amid the pain, that this wasn't just an ordinary birth. It couldn't be. Something in the very fabric of the air told me this was different. This was my birth but also the birth of something far more significant. Responsibility!

Mom's grip tightened on Dad's hand, and I felt her fear-tangible, raw, and pressing against me like an invisible weight. "Something's wrong," she gasped, her voice cracking, "something's wrong..."

I couldn't tell her that she was right. I couldn't speak, but I knew that the pain she felt was tied to something I couldn't yet understand.

I was almost there.

Suddenly, the world shifted. I felt the air change around me as though the room had taken a breath. A wave of cold rushed through my mother's body, and she gasped, locking eyes with Dad. There was a profound, unspoken moment between them, something unuttered but understood-something older than time itself.

She is coming.

The voice was soft, almost a whisper on the wind. It wasn't in my mind-it was beyond it, outside of it. And yet, I heard it. I didn't know if it was the world speaking or something else, something that I knew I was about to be born. But it was a warning, a message.

With that final push, the pain seemed to pull away, leaving a silence in its wake. Time stood still for a breath as the air hummed with anticipation. I could feel my mother's relief, but her body trembled as if she, too, understood what was to come.

The midwife's hands shook as she held me, and I felt the warmth of my first breath. It was not just the warmth of the air. It was the warmth of a calling, of something that had been waiting for me-waiting for this moment.

I cried out into the world, but my cry wasn't just the cry of a newborn. It was more than that. It was a call to everything-every person, star, and force woven into this universe's fabric.

Mom held me close, her breath shaky, her arms trembling as though she could already sense it, too. The prophecy had been whispered for years in hushed tones-a girl, born to save them all. I had heard these words even before I was born. I didn't know if they were true or just the desperate hope of people who feared the unknown.

But as I lay in my mother's arms, staring up at her with eyes that already seemed too old for my face, I knew I was more than just a girl. I was the one they had all been waiting for.

"Jamaica," my father whispered, his voice filled with awe and wonder. His hands gently brushed my tiny fingers. "What will she become?"

Mom's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the truth there-flickering in the shadows of her gaze. "She's going to save us," she whispered, her voice low and steady. "She is the one."

I couldn't speak or tell them what I knew, but I felt the weight of it-the weight of destiny woven into my very soul. I was more than just a child. I was a force. And this fragile world was waiting for me to rise and claim my place in it.

The pain of birth had faded, but the weight of the future rested upon me now, as heavy as the night sky outside.

The first chapter of my life had begun. But it wasn't just the start of my journey. It was the beginning of something much, much more significant.

And I wasn't sure if I was ready.

But it was too late.

I had been born. The world had been warned.

And soon, they would all know that the Celestial Guardians were here.

End of Chapter One