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

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Kevin's POV

I felt the emptiness in my heart. I didn't know why! Something was missing in me, but I couldn't remember. I tried to reach my mind, but it was pure blank.

I had no power or energy. I did not know why I was here, and I didn't even know if I had a family like the others. 

Maybe, I had one? 

I opened my eyes to a world that was too bright, too overwhelming. The colors seemed strange, as though the world itself was mocking me. I wasn't supposed to be here—not like this. But I was in the middle of a bustling city, surrounded by people I didn't know, faces I couldn't recognize, and a feeling of profound emptiness that clawed at my chest.

Who am I?

I had no answers—just fragments, like puzzle pieces scattered and lost in time. There was a weight in my chest, a tightness in my throat like there was something important I should remember, but it was just beyond my reach.

I had been cast down and stripped of my powers, of my memories—a punishment.

I didn't understand it, but I knew it had something to do with my failures, something I had done—or maybe something I hadn't done.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I couldn't manage the noise in the city. Cars honked, people shouted, and the world moved relentlessly. It was nothing like the serene calm I had known or where I once belonged. I used to be someone—someone with purpose, with power. For now? Now, I was nothing—just a normal person in the crowd.

But why?

I tried to look around and comprehend this strange new reality. This new home. The ground beneath me felt real and solid, and the breeze against my skin felt real. Everything felt real, but I wasn't sure I belonged in it.

I tried to speak, to call out, but my voice came out weak, unfamiliar. Who was I supposed to be? What was I supposed to do?

My memories will return, piece by piece. Every time I do good, the words echo through my mind like a distant whisper. It was the only thing I could hold onto, the only clue I had.

But how could I do good if I didn't even remember what good was?

I stood up, feeling the weight of my situation press down on me. I had no guidance, no direction, no idea what to do next. Everything felt so foreign.

I wandered like a leaf caught in the wind, hoping something would come to me. I passed by a group of children playing in the street. Their laughter was light and carefree, and I envied them. They had a purpose, a world they knew. Me? I was lost, adrift.

I tried to focus. I tried to find anything that could trigger the memories I had lost.

Do good. That was the key. The only thing I knew. But how could I do good when I didn't know what was good?

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw an older woman struggling to carry a heavy bag of groceries. Without thinking, I stepped forward, offering to help her. Her eyes met mine, and I felt something stir inside me for a moment—something faint but warm, like the spark of recognition.

"Thank you, young man," the old woman said, her voice full of gratitude. "You're a kind soul."

Her words didn't mean much, but something inside me clicked. I wasn't sure why, but it felt like I had done the right thing. She smiled up at me as I helped her carry the bags, and with each step, I felt a little less empty, a little more... present.

When we reached her doorstep, I handed her the groceries, and she patted me on the shoulder.

"You'll find your way," she said softly, as if she knew more than she was letting on. "Just keep doing good, and you'll remember who you are."

Those words lingered in my mind, repeating over and over. Do good. 

Who was that older woman? How did she know I needed to do good to regain my memories?

Nevermind. I had to keep going. But where?

It was the only path I had. I wasn't sure where it would lead, but it had to lead somewhere.

I turned and walked away, but as I did, something shifted. I felt it, like a faint pulse of energy that surged within me. Not much, but enough to remind me that I wasn't lost. There was still hope.

I walked for hours, doing what I could and helping where needed. I didn't know if I was doing it right, but I had no other choice. No matter how small, each act seemed to bring a flicker of something back—a fragment of power, a memory I couldn't quite grasp, but one that kept me going.

When the day finally ended, I found myself standing by the edge of the city, looking out at the vast expanse of the horizon. The sky was painted in hues of orange and purple, and for the first time, I felt something stir within me. It wasn't much, but it was something—a feeling of purpose, a faint pull towards something... necessary.

And then it hit me.

There was someone out there who needed me, someone whom I was meant to protect. I didn't know who they were, but I could feel it. They were waiting for me, and I had to find them.

I lost everything. I lost my memories. But I had to continue doing good even if I couldn't remember. By doing so, I might be able to regain my memories.

And maybe in the process, I'd remember.

But for now, I had a job to do.

And I would find her. Whoever she was.

End of Chapter 3