Echoes Of Destiny | Multicouple ✓

53. FRAGMENTS OF POWER

~Heavy is the head that wears the crown

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Samaira's POV

Jingles, the first thing I heard in the void surrounding me, followed by the faint sound of a toy car.

I recognized it immediately—a toy car with a siren.

There were paints everywhere, splashes of pink, red, orange, blue, and green. The colors danced on my canvas, vibrant and alive, blending into a masterpiece.

Not because I was sure of my skill, but because I was laughing, smiling, lost in the joy of creation. The painting was beautiful because I was happy while making it.

Elated, ecstatic, euphoric.

But then suddenly, the colors began to blur, the vibrant hues mixed together, creating a muddy picture.

Before I knew it, everything disassociated, and I was left with nothing but void.

“Ma’am,” a distant voice called out, distorted and barely comprehensible. It tugged at me, pulling me back to reality.

The present.

Somewhere distant, I first heard the sound of helicopter blades slicing through the air.

Helicopters? I blinked, disoriented.

The harsh sound of someone breathing caught my attention next—my breathing. Startled, I opened my eyes, my surroundings coming into focus.

Doctors and paramedics were surrounding me, their faces serious, hands busy as they checked on me.

A nurse knelt beside me, helping me sit up, and offered me a glass of water.

I couldn’t remember how or why I was here.

I coughed, trying to piece together the fragments in my mind.

I was following Vrit… then the warehouse, his cousin, and that fire.

My eyes widened in realization.

Where’s Vrit? Is he okay?

Panic surged through me as I frantically searched the space around me, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Where is he?” I whispered, my voice trembling, on the brink of shouting, when the same panicked shouts reached my ears.

“Move!” a familiar voice commanded, firm and urgent.

Vrit’s voice.

I immediately looked up, my eyes locking onto his in the chaos around me.

“Vrit…” I breathed, relief flooding through me as I found him even in the crowd.

Vrit rushed towards me, looking just as disheveled as I was. His hair was a wild mess, his shirt filthy and blackened with soot—the fine, powdery residue left from being rescued from a fire.