Julio: The Hidden Alpha

CHAPTER-10

Quietness has meaning of its own. Sometimes it's heavy, content, soothing yet sometimes stings. That's how I feel right now sitting opposite to our said mentors. This quietness is stinging. We have been sitting here for the past two hours and just sitting. Actually, no I am the one who is sitting but they are just quietly stinging me with their gazes.

The essence of my flare is still swirling inside of me, calmly. It made sure that I knew about its whereabouts present in me. It's calm yet strong. I could feel it in my veins. But, what I don't want to feel is their eyes on me. So I snapped.

"stop looking at me" Julio declared " and what the hell are we doing here exactly. Playing who will blink first." I questioned and you know what happened next they are still stinging me with their eyes.

" Stop it" Julio pointed at both of them "you two stop it."

Instead I was ignored completely not like a few hours ago they were bowing down to me and completely ignoring my presence. Slowly their faces started to fade; the surroundings started to blur into unknown darkness. I was falling, no I was floating. I don't know. Just a few moments ago I was facing them. What's happening he thought to himself.

All around him was darkness, pitch black surrounded him from all directions. He could feel nothing, just his essence floating inside him. The only reminder he is not dead yet.

But soon his surroundings started to change again. Forming into the shape of a forest. The familiar forest he once stumbled into. A familiar night he swore never to witness again.

No, it can't be.

Julio started to breathe heavily and faster . His breath came out in short hurtful pangs. The panic attack, Julio thought to himself. Although, he could do anything to pull himself out of this situation. The fear of that fateful, horrendous night gripped him. The horrors of that particular night held him hostage like a calloused hand trying to rip him limb by limb. His surroundings sucked him further into that memory so vividly that he personally never wanted to relive it. Still trying to breathe normally, trying to calm his raging heart. He saw a silhouette of a boy. A very familiar boy.

Julio knew who that boy was. He doesn't have to look or identify the clothes or look of that boy. Because he knew the emotions must be felt by that boy. He lived those lava of emotions again. He felt like he was going to puke with witnessing what he was witnessing, again.

Though, the bigger question is why was he here? But sooner he could pinpoint the dilemma he was in. His memory pulled him further.

Soon his memory skipped towards the hollowness of that night which changed his life completely. That boy withering on the forest floor, trying to suppress the inferno building inside his body while his mind denying the change, where his body was welcoming it wholeheartedly.

Julio could feel his own body falling on the floor. Even in memories this made him weak just like that night, that fateful night. His body felt weak yet so strong at the same time. The essence was buzzing with anticipation. But for what? The reason was so lost to him. Why was he here?

All such questions arose within him.

Before Julio could find a palpable reason to his question. His body gave out, withering on the forest floor, inferno shot through his body. Blinding and harming anyone who came between its path. He tried to control it. He tried to suppress it. He truly did. But it was no use. It was stronger than him, and it was the hardest truth he learned in his life. So he gave up. He gave up; surrendering himself to his divine power.

He doesn't know how long and how many times he lived that memory. Hundred or thousand times, maybe. Nevertheless, it was altogether the same feeling of loss, fear and death uproared within him.

He felt fearful of his power, his essence.

Julio marched between consciousness and unconsciousness not knowing anymore what was real or not, How much time has passed? Hours or days. He was not aware of this predicament and bigger part of him never wants to know either.

Sooner than later Julio felt numb, his thoughts vanished and he was again floating. He was unaware of his surroundings now. Julio succumbed into oblivion of darkness leaving behind his fragment of memories.

ONE DAY LATER

His eyelids felt heavy, refusing to open. His limbs ache from even small movement, his throat was parched. Like he could drink gallons of water in just one sip.

"Here" a voice said and a cool liquid adored his throat.

Water, Julio thought. He greedily gulped the cool liquid. Mustering all his courage he opened his eyes. It took him some time to adjust his vision to the blinding lights.

"Feel a little better" Antalia questioned him.

"not really" Julio muffled and quiet struck to find himself lying in the pack infirmary.
"what happened?" Julep questioned Antalia. All the reconciliation of yester events vanished from his memory.

"what do you remember?" Antalia questioned him further to know what was his last memory of.

Julio searched the footprints of his memory, trying to reach a favourable point to answer her question. But, came empty handed.

"None" Julio said " all I remember being with them and nothing." he could not remember not a single glimpse of his day runs back to his memory; to him.

Sensing his distress Antalia stopped his incoherent mumbling " it's ok Julio. We will talk later, for now you must go back to sleep." after calming him and making sure Julio fell asleep. Antalia left the room to find those who needed to know what's going on.

Though, Julio was distressed to know what's going on. Why was he confined to the bed and how? But for now he must sleep to get his answers first thing in the morning. 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Trying to write as  much as can.

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