Search of Tempest

chapter 2 ''The rise of sun familia''

I can't believe this. They're making their move now. Maybe they were waiting for this moment, but first, I need to make sure that Serena is safe. I should hide her as fast as possible.

In a flurry of urgency, Alex rushed towards Serena's room. He flung open the door and gently shook her awake, his voice hushed but urgent.

"Serena, wake up. It can get pretty noisy with the rainstorm getting stronger. You should sleep in that room," he whispered, his tone conveying the gravity of the situation.

Serena rubbed her eyes sleepily, but upon seeing the concern etched on Alex's face, she nodded silently and followed him to the designated room. With a final reassuring smile, Alex locked the door behind her.

"Good night," he whispered through the door before turning away, his mind consumed with thoughts of keeping his sister safe amidst the looming threat.

With Serena safely tucked away, Alex's mind raced with determination. "Okay, with this, she'll be safe. Now, what should I do?" he thought, his brows furrowing in concentration. "Should I hide? No, I must do something about them. But how?" As he pondered his next move, a sudden realization struck him. "Wait, I seem to have forgotten something... Oh yeah, Tyson!"

With renewed urgency, Alex bolted towards Tyson's location, his heart pounding with a sense of purpose. There was no time to waste – he needed to ensure Tyson's safety and devise a plan to confront their adversaries head-on.

When Alex reached Tyson, he called out, "Tyson, you there?"

Tyson glanced up from the thick book in his hands, his expression as calm as ever. "Oh, you're back. By the way, this book is actually pretty interesting," he said casually, as if they hadn't been in a tense situation just moments ago.

Regaining his focus, Alex addressed Tyson, "Listen to me very carefully, okay?" Tyson nodded attentively, and Alex proceeded to explain the situation to him in detail.

In the midst of their conversation, Tyson's voice cut through the air with a tinge of disbelief, "What? Some people are coming to kill you guys?"

Alex's response was terse but firm, "Yeah."

Concern etched across his features, Tyson inquired further, "What about your sister?"

"Don't worry about her. I locked her in a soundproof room. She won't be able to hear anything from outside, she will be safe there" Alex assured him, his voice tinged with urgency.

As the weight of the situation settled upon them, Tyson turned to Alex, his expression a mix of concern and determination, "And what about you, Alex?"

With a hint of resignation, Alex replied, "I'll manage somehow."

The tension in the air thickened as Tyson pressed for clarification, "What do you mean, manage? They're coming to ki—"

Before Tyson could finish his sentence, Alex cut him off abruptly, his tone urgent, "More importantly, Tyson, you should run away from here before they arrive."

Unwilling to stand idly by, Tyson clenched his fists in determination, "Then let me help you."

A note of desperation crept into Alex's voice as he rejected Tyson's offer, "No, look, Tyson, I don't want to involve you. You're a complete outsider. Just because of our personal fights, I don't want you to die in that—"

But before Alex could finish his sentence, Tyson's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Alex shouted, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and anger.