Elias sat in his room, staring at his trembling hands. The memory of what happened in class played on repeat in his mind-the creeping darkness, the burning vision, the throne, and the city in ruins. It felt too real to be hallucination . His body still ached, as if someone inside him had awakened and torn through his very being.

A knock at the door broke his thoughts.

"Yo, Elias! You alive in there?"

It was Dante. Elias sighed, rubbing his face before calling out. "Yeah, come in."

Dante stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Dude, what the hell happened back there? You were shaking, the lights flickered, and for a second, it looked like you were... I don't know, possessed or something."

Elias hesitated. "I... I don't know. I saw something. A city in flames, a throne... and a man sitting on it. Then everything turned dark."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "You sure you didn't just hit your head too hard? Maybe it's stress. Or, and hear me out... you're finally awakening."

Elias shook his head. "It didn't feel like a normal awakening. People get a surge of energy, maybe a small burst of power, right? But this-this felt like something was breaking out of me, something I couldn't control."

Dante sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed. "Okay, so let's say this isn't just some freak accident. Maybe it is your awakening, but a delayed one? You've been waiting for years, maybe it just hit differently?"

"Why don't we try doing some magic let's test it out " said Dante in excitement.

Elias nodded and tried to do some movements with hands and than stopped in middle, and said "what should i suppose to do "

Dante replied " i don't know i am not the one who is awakened "

Elias tried many thing with his hands and thumbs and fingers like the other magic user do but nothing actually happened.

"I think you should rest a bit and try it later" said Dante.

Before Elias could respond, his phone buzzed. A message from Logan.
Logan: Heard you had a little episode today. Hope you're not gonna turn into some freak. Would be a shame if I had to put you back in your place.

Elias gritted his teeth, but Dante snatched the phone. "Oh, this guy is begging for an ass-kicking."

"Forget it," Elias muttered. "If I fight back, he'll just find another way to make my life hell."

Dante scoffed. "Fine. But if you do awaken, promise me you'll make that jerk eat his words."

Elias chuckled, but deep down, he felt uneasy. Whatever happened today-it wasn't over.

Dante moved out and Elias tries to sleep he was in pain and tired from morning incident.

The Dream

That night, Elias found himself standing in an empty void. The air was heavy, thick with something unseen yet suffocating. Then, out of the darkness, a voice echoed.

"You are not meant for the light."

Elias turned sharply, but there was no one there. Only shadows shifting like living creatures.
"The gods have lied to them all. They have lied to you."
A cold shiver ran down his spine. "Who's there?"

The darkness before him twisted, forming the silhouette of a towering figure. Red eyes gleamed in the void.

"You have seen it, haven't you? The throne. The fire. The end."
Elias stepped back, his breath quickening. "I don't understand."
The figure took a step forward, shadows curling at its feet.

"You will. Soon."

Elias jolted awake, gasping for breath. His room was dark, yet he could still feel the presence lingering, as if the dream hadn't fully ended. He looked down at his hands. For a brief moment, the shadows at the edge of his fingers twisted unnaturally before vanishing.
He clenched his fists.

Something was happening to him. And it was only the beginning.

Elias sat up in bed, his breath uneven. His room was dimly lit by the streetlight outside, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. The dream-no, the vision-felt too real. And that voice...

"You are not meant for the light."

The words echoed in his mind like a lingering whisper. He rubbed his hands together, expecting to feel normal skin, but the sensation was different-almost... hollow. He turned them over, and for a fleeting second, a black mist curled around his fingers before disappearing.

His chest tightened. What the hell is happening to me?
A sudden noise outside made him jolt. He turned toward the window. At first, there was nothing but the quiet street below. But then-movement. A shadow, flickering unnaturally, as if it wasn't part of this world.

Elias's heart pounded. He wanted to believe it was just a trick of the light. That was until the shadow moved again-this time, closer.

And then it spoke.

"You see now, don't you?"

Elias's breath hitched. The voice was the same as in his dream.

He stumbled backward, knocking over a chair. The noise should have woken up the whole house, but everything remained eerily silent, as if time itself had frozen.

"Soon, you will understand."

Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the shadow dissolved into nothing. The street below returned to normal, the sound of distant cars and the occasional barking dog filling the night air.
Elias swallowed hard. He wanted to believe this was still part of his dream. But the sweat on his skin and the rapid thudding of his heart told him otherwise.

The Next Morning

Elias barely got any sleep, but school didn't care. He dragged himself through his morning routine, hoping the exhaustion would dull whatever the hell was happening to him.

When he arrived at school, Dante was already waiting by the lockers. "Yo, you look like death," he said, popping a chip into his mouth.

Elias exhaled. "Didn't sleep."

Dante smirked. "Were you finally awakened by the gods? Or was it just nightmares of Logan's ugly mug?"

Elias leaned against his locker. "Dante... what if an awakening isn't what we think it is?"
Dante stopped chewing. "Okay. That's a weird way to start a conversation."

"I mean it," Elias said, lowering his voice. "What if the gods don't just give us powers? What if there's more to it?"

Dante studied him for a second, then sighed. "Alright, spill it. What happened?"
Before Elias could respond, a loud voice echoed through the hallway.

"Look who survived his little episode yesterday!"

Logan.

Elias tensed as the school's biggest nuisance swaggered toward them, followed by his usual group of lackeys. His smirk was as irritating as ever.

"You feeling okay, Carter?" Logan taunted. "You looked like you were about to shit yourself yesterday."

Dante rolled his eyes. "Wow, Logan, did you practice that one in the mirror? Real impressive."

Logan ignored him and leaned closer to Elias. "You know, people who awaken late usually don't end up very strong. It's kind of pathetic, actually. But don't worry," he said, clapping Elias's shoulder a little too hard, "I'll make sure you don't embarrass yourself too much when you fail your magic assessment."

Elias clenched his fists. He wasn't sure if it was anger or something else bubbling inside him, but the moment Logan touched him, a wave of something cold and dark surged through his veins.
For just a second, the world around him flickered. The hallway darkened. The people, the walls, even Logan himself-became silhouettes. Everything was drenched in black and crimson.

And then-he saw it.

A brief, terrifying glimpse.

Logan. Lying on the ground. Face pale. Breath shallow. Shadows curling around his body like snakes, squeezing the life from him.

The vision vanished in an instant, but Elias staggered back, his breath sharp.
Logan frowned. "What the hell's wrong with you?"

Elias blinked rapidly, his heart hammering in his chest. Had he just seen the future? No. No, that was impossible.
Dante quickly stepped in, pulling Elias away. "Alright, that's enough of your daily dumbassery, Logan. Go be a disappointment somewhere else."

Logan glared but let it slide. "Whatever. Just don't drop dead in the middle of class, Graves." He turned and walked away.

Elias barely heard him. His mind was still reeling.

What he saw just now-was it real?
Or was it a warning?

Elias barely made it through his morning classes. His body felt sluggish, his mind clouded with the vision he had seen. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Carter lying motionless, consumed by shadows. Was that really the future? Or just some sick trick of his mind?

As the lunch bell rang, Elias grabbed his tray and followed Dante to their usual spot near the windows. The cafeteria was loud as always-students chatting, laughter filling the air, and the occasional sound of someone dropping a tray.

Dante took a bite of his sandwich before glancing at Elias. "Alright, spill. You've been acting like you just saw a ghost."

Elias hesitated, staring at the food on his tray. "I saw something. When Logan touched me. Everything around me changed, like... the whole world turned dark. And then I saw him-on the ground, barely breathing. It felt like a vision, Dante."

Dante stopped chewing. "A vision? As in... the future?"

"I don't know," Elias muttered. "It felt real. Like it already happened, or was about to."

Dante leaned back, thinking. "Okay, let's assume you did see something real. That means one of two things-either you're suddenly psychic, or your awakening is coming in hot and messing with your brain."

Elias shook his head. "I've never heard of an ability like this before."
"Yeah, well, most people don't see burning cities and thrones before they awaken, either," Dante pointed out.

Elias exhaled, gripping his fork. "I need to figure out what's happening to me."
Before Dante could respond, a familiar, annoying voice interrupted.
"Well, well, if it isn't the freak and his little sidekick."
Logan again.

Elias tensed as Logan strolled toward them, followed by two of his lackeys. He placed his hands on the table and leaned down toward Elias. "You looked kinda spooked this morning, Carter. What happened? Had another episode?"

Dante groaned. "Dude, do you ever get tired of being a walking cliché?"

Logan ignored him. "I heard the teachers talking," he continued, smirking. "You haven't even had your awakening yet it all was your little desperation to become a magic user. You're basically a magicless reject. That must suck."

Elias didn't respond. His fingers clenched tighter around his fork.

Logan chuckled. "I mean, imagine having a dream of being awakened and still not awakened. You're probably gonna be a dud. Or worse-" he leaned in, his voice mocking, "what if you do awaken, but your magic is totally useless?"

Elias's grip on his fork tightened until his knuckles turned white. Something inside him stirred. A deep, unsettling pulse in his chest.

And then-Logan grabbed his shoulder.

Elias barely had time to react before it happened again.

The cafeteria darkened. The sound of chatter faded into eerie silence. A red hue covered everything, and the people around him blurred into indistinct shapes.

Logan's hand, still gripping his shoulder, began to rot. His skin blackened, veins twisting into something unnatural. His eyes widened in terror as dark tendrils coiled around his body, pulling him downward into the abyss. He gasped for breath, but the darkness swallowed him whole.
Elias yanked himself back into reality.

The vision was gone. The cafeteria was back to normal. Logan was still standing in front of him, laughing with his friends, completely unaware of what Elias had just seen.
Elias pushed his chair back and stood up abruptly.
Dante raised an eyebrow. "Uh... you okay, dude?"
"I-" Elias couldn't even find the words. He shook his head and grabbed his bag. "I need some air."

He left the cafeteria without another word, his heart racing.
Something was wrong with him.
And if these visions were real...
Logan was going to die.

Elias wanted to know what is happening to him so he moved towards
The Library for Searching for the Answers.