Meanwhile, Zetch and Caden arrived in front of a door. Zetch opened it and said:
— Here's your room.
Caden stepped inside and scanned the room. It was simple but comfortable. He turned to Zetch and gave him a nod of thanks.
— It's nothing, Zetch replied.
Then, after a brief silence, he added:
— Sorry for the bad impression we might have given you… and for Aletha's attitude.
Caden, slightly surprised, still answered sincerely:
— It's nothing. I understand. You were just protecting yourselves.
He went to sit on the edge of the bed and, after a moment of reflection, asked:
— How did you become friends with them?
Zetch gave a small smile before sitting beside him.
— Aletha and I were adopted by the same family. They were supposed to protect us from the enemy that's hunting us…
Caden looked up at him.
— So, your adoptive parents knew this enemy?
Zetch nodded, but his expression darkened.
— Maybe… but they never had the chance to tell us anything. They died before revealing anything to us. We don't know anything about our enemy, what we're supposed to do, or even the origin of our powers.
Caden let out a frustrated sigh.
— So, we're still at square one…
— Yeah, Zetch admitted.
A silence settled between them before Zetch turned to Caden.
— And you?
Caden grimaced slightly before answering:
— I grew up in an orphanage. The people who had taken me in died in an accident. I was the only survivor.
Zetch frowned.
— Those people… Are you sure they were your real parents?
Caden looked away, thoughtful.
— I don't know. My story is blurry. But I have reasons to believe that, like you, I was adopted by people who were meant to protect me. Except they died before they could tell me anything… and I ended up in the orphanage.
Zetch observed him for a moment before asking:
— So, you have no idea where our powers come from?
Caden shook his head.
— No… But I have strange dreams. A woman speaks to me, she tells me things… but they're fragmented, blurry.
Zetch, intrigued, straightened up slightly.
— Can you give me details?
Caden hesitated before answering:
— I'd rather talk about it when we're all together.
Zetch processed the information with a simple nod. He stood up and walked to the door.
— Get some rest. When you're ready, join us downstairs.
Caden nodded.
— Alright.
Zetch left the room, leaving Caden alone, lost in his thoughts.