Emerald City was silent as the calm before the storm. The oppressive weight of what was to come settled over every corner of the city, and the streets felt as if they were holding their breath. For Matilda, this silence was suffocating, a constant reminder that the world was moving forward, with or without her.
As she made her way through the narrow, dimly lit alleyways, her mind raced. Jayden's fate was now intertwined with hers in ways she hadn't expected. His power, his legacy, had become more than just a burden—it had become her burden.
She had tried to remain distant, to live her life free from the chaos that seemed to follow Jayden wherever he went, but now she knew the truth. There was no escaping the storm that was about to engulf them all.
Matilda reached the old, abandoned building that had become her meeting point with Paul. She had no time to waste. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen.
Message from Paul: "They're close. Move fast."
Without a second thought, she shoved the phone back into her coat pocket and pushed open the creaky door. The room inside was dark, save for a single dim light overhead. Paul stood near the far corner, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
"Have you heard from Jayden?" Matilda asked, her voice steady, though a hint of worry flickered in her eyes.
Paul shook his head. "No, but the situation's worse than we thought. He's not just in danger anymore. They're coming for him—hard. They've found him, and they know what he's capable of."
Matilda nodded, her jaw tightening. "And what about the gemstone?"
Paul's lips pressed into a thin line. "That's what they want. It's the key to everything. Whoever controls it controls Jayden. And whoever controls Jayden controls the city."
"Then we need to move now," Matilda said, her voice sharp with resolve. "Where is he?"
Paul hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, pulling out a small map from his jacket. He spread it out on the table, pointing to a location on the far side of the city—an industrial complex, surrounded by high walls and guarded like a fortress.
"It's heavily protected, but that's where he's being kept. The moment we get in, we have to move fast. They'll already be on high alert. We won't have much time."
Matilda studied the map, her mind working quickly. "Then we'll do it quietly. No guns, no explosions. We get in, get him out, and leave before anyone knows we're there."
Paul raised an eyebrow. "You think we can do it that easily?"
Matilda's eyes narrowed. "We don't have a choice."
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Meanwhile, across the city, Jayden was in no better position. His world had collapsed around him, and every step he took felt like a step deeper into a web he couldn't escape. The gemstone pulsed with an otherworldly energy in his pocket, a constant reminder of the power he had inherited—and the danger it brought.
The walls of the makeshift prison he was held in were high, reinforced with steel and stone. He'd tried to escape earlier, but the guards were too numerous and too skilled. The underground facility was more than just a prison—it was a fortress, designed to hold someone like him.
He sat against the cold wall, his eyes closed, deep in thought. His father had kept so much from him. The gemstone, the legacy, the truth—it had all been hidden, just out of reach. But now it was his, and he had no idea how to control it.
The door to his cell creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. Jayden didn't need to look up to know who it was.
"Seraph," he said, his voice tired but defiant. "What is it this time? Another attempt to convince me to embrace my so-called destiny?"
Seraph's footsteps were soft as she approached, her eyes filled with an emotion Jayden couldn't place. "You're in danger, Jayden," she said quietly. "They've found you. And they're coming for you."
Jayden stood up, his fists clenching. "I know. They've been coming for me since the day I was born. But what do you want from me, Seraph? You've been feeding me lies about my destiny. You say I'm the key to everything, but what does that even mean? What's the point of all this?"
Seraph was silent for a moment before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're the one who holds the power to change everything. The gemstone isn't just a symbol. It's a weapon. And with it, you can reshape the world. But you have to make a choice."
Jayden stepped closer, his anger rising. "A choice? What choice do I have? You and everyone else have already decided what I'm supposed to be. But I'm not some puppet! I won't be controlled by anyone."
Seraph's eyes softened, a flash of regret crossing her face. "You don't understand. They won't stop until they have you, Jayden. You think you're fighting for freedom, but the truth is, you've been a part of this game since the beginning. There's no escape."
Jayden's breath caught in his throat, and he felt a strange sensation in his chest—a deep, gnawing emptiness. Was this really it? Was he doomed to play this part forever, locked in a cycle of manipulation and power struggles?
Before he could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway. His heart skipped a beat. They were coming for him. And this time, there would be no escape.
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Matilda and Paul had already begun their journey to rescue Jayden, their movements quick and precise. The night had fallen over Emerald City, casting long shadows across the streets. The danger was palpable, and every corner felt like it was hiding something worse than the last.
Matilda's thoughts were focused entirely on Jayden—on saving him, on stopping whatever dark force was trying to consume him. But deep inside, she knew the truth: she wasn't just fighting for Jayden's life. She was fighting for her own soul, for the chance to live a life free from the lies that had shackled her for so long.
"Stay sharp," Paul said, his voice low as they approached the gates of the industrial complex. "We get in, get him out, and we leave. No mistakes."
Matilda nodded, her gaze hardening. "No mistakes."
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