The Soul Queen -Discovering the hidden.......

CHAPTER 17 - THE CHAIN OF FATE

                                   After Armaros' display of power, at school, the tension was palpable. He had proven his power to everyone by destroying the massive stone wall with a single, devastating blow. But it wasn't the destruction that caught my attention. It was his determination, his raw will. The way he faced everyone afterward, daring them to challenge him, daring them to understand the force he was. He was something dangerous, something untouchable, and yet... I couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards that raw power.

Classes are done, and I rush to my home, with my mind constantly thinking about Armaros. I feel a strange sense of warmth when I think about his determination, that relentless will to prove himself, to show everyone what he can do. It was as if his power was the only thing that mattered to him, and in some twisted way, that is making me feel... something.

But no. I cannot feel that way. I hate him....or....do I not?

As the night falls quietly around me, I lie down on my bed, still thinking about Armaros, but my eyes quickly shut close, taking me into deep slumber. 

I fall again, deeper into the darkness, and there he is—standing in the center of a cold, dimly lit room. The boy with the dark blue eyes. His hands are covered in blood, and at his feet lie his parents, lifeless. The scene is brutal, and yet, there is no expression of regret on his face, only shock.

He is wearing the same gold-plated chain around his neck like in all of my dreams, the infinity pendant resting against his chest. The symbol gleams in the dim light, a silent contrast to the chaos around him. I can't look away from it, as if the pendant holds some kind of secret, something I'm meant to understand.

 His body trembles, and his eyes—those familiar dark blue eyes—shift. They don't stay blue. They turn bright red, glowing with a dangerous intensity. I can feel the power in the room, pulsing around him, overwhelming. It's like something inside him snaps, taking control without his knowledge.

"I didn't mean to," he whispers, voice hollow. "It... it just happened. The power—I can't stop it."

The air crackles with raw energy, some kind of force inside him breaking free. His eyes tell the story, a fury contained only by the fragility of his own control. He looks at me then, his red eyes piercing, as if pleading for understanding. "This is who I am now. It's too late."

"Who are you...?" I ask.

"Scarlett.....only you....can help me....remember who I am.....only you...can prevent me from becoming the monster everyone is afraid of." the boy says, burning his bright red eyes into mine.

And then, the darkness closes in, and I wake, my heart pounding. The room is quiet, the morning light filtering through the curtains, but the remnants of the dream still linger, pressing down on me. His red eyes. The gold chain. The infinity pendant that glowed in the dim light. I can't shake the feeling that it means something, that it's a clue I should understand. But I can't piece it together.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes, trying to clear the lingering fog of sleep, but it doesn't help. His face is still vivid in my mind, the look of shock and fear on his features, and that overpowering sense of energy, of something dangerous inside him. The power. I can still feel it in the air around me, like it's trying to break free, trying to reach me.

I pull myself out of bed, forcing my thoughts away from the dream, from him. But the knot in my stomach tightens. Whatever this is, whatever it means, it's not over. I don't want to think about it, but it's like the dream is following me, staying just out of reach, like a shadow I can't escape.