Rewrite The Star

CHAPTER 59 : STORY OF THE FUTURE

CHAPTER 59: STORY OF THE FUTURE

Future Atlas stood amidst the stunned silence, his haunted eyes drifting over their faces—faces he hadn’t seen alive in what felt like an eternity. His voice wavered as though each word carried the weight of a thousand burdens.

Nowell, unable to bear the tension any longer, stepped forward. His voice was measured but tense. “If you don’t mind… who killed both of us, Atlas?” His hand gestured toward Darren, the question hanging heavily in the air.

Future Atlas flinched, his pale face growing even more ashen. His trembling hands balled into fists as he struggled to find the courage to speak. “It… it was the peak of magic’s chaos,” he began, his voice cracking. “The stars themselves collided, and the heavens trembled. I had the Manuscript in my hand, desperately trying to protect you both.” He paused, his gaze falling to the ground.

He forced himself to stand straighter, though the effort seemed to drain what little strength he had left. “I trusted someone—someone I swore would always protect me. Someone I thought would never… betray me,” he said, his words growing heavier with every syllable.

He took a shaky step forward, his eyes locking on Creed. The room seemed to shrink around them as Future Atlas approached, tears streaming down his face.

“It was you, Creed,” he whispered.

The words struck like a dagger, piercing through the fragile silence. Nowell and Darren froze, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. Nowell’s hand instinctively moved to his weapon, his voice trembling with restrained anger.

“So, this is the one who destroyed our future?” he asked, his body shifting into a defensive stance.

Creed stood still, his expression unreadable, though a flicker of emotion briefly crossed his face. He finally spoke, his tone quiet and distant. “I’m… sorry.”

Future Atlas dropped to his knees, his fragile smile tinged with sorrow. “I know,” he said softly. “But I wasn’t talking about you.” He looked up, his gaze pleading. “I’m telling you this now because you can change it.”

He leaned closer to Creed, his voice dropping to a whisper. Whatever he said caused Creed’s eyes to widen in horror, his calm demeanor briefly cracking.

Future Atlas rose unsteadily, his determination replacing his earlier hesitation. “I used everything—my life force, my magic—to get here. But I’m not the only one.” His voice grew more urgent. “Someone else followed me through time. Someone who seeks to destroy everything.”

Darren stepped forward cautiously, his voice filled with dread. “And who is this someone?”

Future Atlas turned to Creed, his gaze piercing. “It’s you. The future you.”

The words sent a shiver through the group. Creed’s usually stoic face twisted in disbelief, a rare flicker of vulnerability showing through.

Future Atlas began moving toward the exit, his voice cutting through their stunned silence. “I know where the present me is. Follow me—before it’s too late.”