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Foresight Bound: Guardian of Shadows"

It started out like any other night. My friend was having a birthday, and she and her boyfriend were eager for us to join them at a club. But my life wasn’t exactly suited for spontaneous outings. I was in a relationship with a professional athlete, and his schedule came first. Early nights, strict routines, and plenty of rest—that was how we rolled. It never bothered me, though. I was used to being the supportive girlfriend, ensuring he had the structure he needed. Partying wasn’t high on my list.

But my friend was persistent. “Come on! It’s been forever since we’ve all gone out together. You two can crash at our place—it’s only five minutes from the club.”

After some convincing, I told her to ask my boyfriend. His answer was reluctant, but he agreed. The only condition was that we had to come home early. He needed his rest, after all. And that’s exactly what we did. We danced, laughed, and left the club before midnight, heading back to my friend's apartment.

A few hours later, they brought another friend home, stumbling drunk and barely coherent. I barely registered the sound of the door as they carried her in. My boyfriend and I were already wrapped up in each other, falling into a deep, comforting sleep. His arms were around me, pulling me close, and I felt safe. Nothing could break through the haze of sleep.

Until it did.

A voice—clear, insistent—cut through my sleep like a knife. “Wake up.”

At first, I thought it was a remnant of my dreams, just another leftover fragment of my subconscious. But this was different. The voice was sharp, almost demanding. “Your friend is in danger. Wake up.”

My heart raced, though I had no idea why. I tried to dismiss it, sinking deeper into my boyfriend’s arms, but the voice wouldn’t stop. It grew louder, more urgent. “Wake up. You need to check the living room. Your friend is in danger.”

I forced my eyes open, breath shallow, as the uneasy feeling gripped my chest. Something was wrong. I didn’t know what, but the sense of impending doom wouldn’t leave me. I tried to move, but my boyfriend’s arms were wrapped tightly around me. I whispered his name, trying to stir him, but he was still deep in sleep. The voice, though, kept pressing. I knew I couldn’t ignore it.

With effort, I wriggled out of his grasp, gently pushing him until he finally groaned and loosened his grip. I slid out of bed as quietly as I could and crept toward the door, peeking my head around the corner to look into the living room. What I saw made my blood turn cold.

My other friend, the one they had brought back drunk, was passed out on the bed. And hovering over her was a man I had never seen before, his hands moving in ways that made my skin crawl. He was taking advantage of her while she was completely unconscious.

Rage surged through me, overtaking any fear or hesitation. I stormed out of the room, my feet carrying me faster than I could think. I grabbed the guy by the neck, my voice trembling with fury as I screamed, “What the hell are you doing?!”

My boyfriend, startled awake by my outburst, quickly realized what was happening. In a matter of seconds, he was by my side, dragging the guy out of the apartment. One punch, and the man was on the ground, unconscious.

We rushed back to check on my friend. She was still knocked out, the alcohol having rendered her completely unaware of what had just transpired. I shook her, but she didn’t wake. My heart pounded in my chest, both from the adrenaline and the terrifying thought of what could have happened if that voice hadn’t woken me.

The next morning, when she finally woke up, we told her what had happened. She was horrified, as were the others when they found out. The guys didn’t let it go—they went out searching for the man who had violated our trust. But as the day went on, I couldn’t focus on anything but that voice. That feeling. The way I had known something was wrong before it even happened.

It wasn’t just instinct or coincidence. It was something more. Something I couldn’t explain.

From that moment forward, I realized that my dreams—the ones that had been haunting me for weeks—were preparing me for something greater. They were a warning, a sign that I had been given a new ability. I wasn’t just a naturally protective person anymore. I was chosen to be a protector, to sense danger before it struck.

And from that night, a spark was born,
A power within that felt like dawn.
The voice I feared, now clear and bright,
A gift unveiled in the quiet of night.

No longer a weight, no longer a chain,
But strength to shield from unseen pain.
With every whisper, a promise grew,
To guard the ones whose hearts I knew.

In shadows where the dangers hide,
I stand with light, by their side.
For now, I hold what I couldn’t before,
The power to protect, forevermore.

I was no longer just the supportive girlfriend or the loyal friend. I was their shield, their guardian, and I would always be ready.