Straypotter_143
- LECTURAS 821
- Votos 82
- Partes 10
They were never told they were special.
They grew up in ordinary places - small houses, shared rooms, and in some cases, places that never truly felt like home. Each of them carried an absence they couldn't name: a missing parent, a missing truth, a quiet hollow where answers should have been.
By the time they reached adulthood, the world had already begun to feel... wrong.
At twenty-one, twenty, nineteen - and for the rest of them, barely eighteen - life pressed down hard with expectations. Graduation. Responsibility. The slow, terrifying realization that childhood was over. And yet, something lingered beneath it all, waiting.
Storms lingered too long.
Shadows felt too aware.
Water listened.
Silence answered back.
They did not know the gods were watching.
They did not know some children had been hidden better than others.
They did not know there were people who believed the world would be safer if they never awakened.
And they certainly did not know that what had been sealed away was beginning to break free.