《FRONTIERS OF INFINITY: Terry's Odyssey》


 READERS GUIDE

    In a conventional alphabetical order, we list below the main characters who participated in this work, in addition to the description of each one within the work.


    Position: Imperial High Priest


    Name: Terry Whittaker


    Description: The supreme leader and founder of the planet-shaped space station Zenith, military creator of the -Imperial Force- Protects the universe from chaos and devastation, mediates between planets so that there are no wars, helps planets when there are attacks and sends supplies if necessary. They are governed by the Galactic Federation from where orders come at a military level. Geneticist, military, he has knowledge of chemistry, physics and medicine . Possessor of the main fragment that brings together the other two fragments of the powerful Gem ?theris has magical powers and mystical spiritual knowledge. He can alter reality, manage time, alter the mind, create anything he wants and materialize it, evoke and invoke entities, among many other spiritual and magical connotations.


    Physical Description: Her light brown hair is disheveled with studied elegance, unruly strands falling perfectly in a style that suggests


    movement and freedom. The highlights of lighter tones


    They enhance her texture and bring a sense of depth and youth to her overall appearance. Her eyes are an intense blue, capable of captivating at first sight, with a look that is both penetrating and reflective. Her complexion is white. Height of 1.78.


    Physical Build:


    slim but toned, suggesting a combination of regular exercise and a naturally slender build; muscles defined but not excessively bulky, creating a silhouette that is athletic without being overwhelming; well-proportioned bone structure, with straight shoulders and a narrow waist, giving the impression of agility and controlled strength.


    First Imperial


    Name: Claudius Whittaker


    Description: Terry''s eldest son and a senior member of the Imperial Council. He plays a crucial role in strategic direction and decision making. Created by genetic laboratory. His father passed on some of his power in magic to him.


    Physical Description: Light brown hair with some lighter highlights, haircut that is a modern and textured style, with volume and length at the top that decreases towards the sides.


    sides and nape of the neck cut type ¡ª Fade ¡ª White complexion. Height 1.75. Build: athletic and muscular physique. Eye color: light blue


    Second Imperial


    Name: Dennis Whittaker


    Terry''s second son and member of the Imperial Council. He works closely with Claudius in planning and executing operations. Created by genetic laboratory. His father magically passed on some of his power to him.


    Physical Description: Chestnut hair with a short haircut, styled in a textured hairstyle with volume on top. The top layers are longer and are combed back and to the side for a modern, polished look. The sides and nape of the neck are cut shorter, which could be a fade . White complexion. Height 1.75. Build: athletic and muscular physique. Blue eye color.


    Third Imperial and Scientific


    Name: Sapphire Whittaker


    Terry''s third son, member of the Imperial Council and chief scientist. He is responsible for technological innovation and scientific advancement to support Imperial missions. Created by genetic laboratory. His father passed on some of his power to him magically.


    Physical Description: Blonde hair with a long, layered hairstyle, giving him a very natural and flowing appearance. The hair is combed back and to the side, suggesting that it has enough length to allow for movement and style. This type of hairstyle is often referred to as a ¡ª swoop ¡ª or ¡ª brush back ¡ª due to the way the hair is swept away from the face. White complexion. Height 1.75. Build: athletic and muscular physique. Green eye color.


    Rodrick Whittaker


    Terry''s younger brother, he transformed his physique from the age of 12, motivated by a gift of weights from Ethan, becoming the imposing figure of the family. Not only did he stand out for his strength, sometimes forcing his brothers to perform household chores, but he also mastered computers and technology, a field in which he became an expert thanks to Terry and a specialized university education. This knowledge led him to obtain his degree with the constant guidance of his brother. In addition, Rodrick serves in the


    special forces and is the ruler of Abaddon Prime, a prison planet, home to the most dangerous creatures in the universe. From this domain, he leads the intergalactic special forces, recognized as the most powerful unit in the galaxy. Possessing a fragment of the ?theris Gem and created by it


    Physical Description: Hair color is platinum blonde, a very light shade of blonde with cool, almost white undertones haircut that can be described as long and layered, often referred to as ¡ª surfer style ¡ª White complexion. Height 1.80. Build: robust and athletic, with well-defined muscles. Green eye color.


    Ethan Whittaker


    He is the older brother of Terry and Rodrick . In the vast universe of Omegara , he rises as a ruthless general of the military forces, inheriting not only his family''s legacy but also an unparalleled mastery in the art of strategy. His passion for chess, a game in which he never knows defeat, mirrors his meticulousness on the battlefield. This obsession with chess began under the insistent tutelage of his brother Terry, who, despite Ethan''s relentless daily pleas, eventually relented and revealed to him the secrets of the game. Possessor of a fragment of the ?theris Gem and created by it.


    Physical Description: Light brown hair, medium length haircut with a style that falls naturally. The top of the hair is longer and is combed back with a slight movement to one side, creating a soft, swept look. White complexion. Height 1.78. Build: athletic and muscular physique. Honey-colored eyes.


    Ashtar Whittaker


    Terry''s adopted brother, he is a being born of science rather than blood. Created in a laboratory by Sadeth Maclachlan , his existence was conceived with the grim purpose of serving as an organic reservoir for his creator. However, Ashtar transcended this fate, becoming a prodigious scientist, whose inventions were unfairly attributed to Sadeth . Suspicions of fraud were aroused in Francisco Javier Whittaker when a conversation with his son revealed the true provenance of those inventions of Sadeth . Moved by both indignation and compassion, Francisco Javier set out to free Ashtar from Sadeth ''s manipulative clutches . Employing every legal resource at his disposal, he fought in the courts to unmask Sadeth as the fraud that he was.


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    Physical Description: Long blonde hair, reaching approximately shoulder length. It is styled straight and naturally with light layers that add texture and movement to the hair. The hairstyle is parted in the center, allowing the hair to symmetrically frame the face. Medium length with a style that falls naturally. The top of the hair is longer and is combed back with a slight movement to the side, creating a soft, swept look. White complexion. Height 1.78. Build: Slim athletic. Green eye color.


    Francisco Javier Whittaker


    The patriarch is the embodiment of discipline and excellence. His life is governed by military honour and mastery of the sword, complemented by a magical ability that he prefers to reserve for times of true need. His robust and imposing figure inspires both respect and admiration, especially in his son Rodrick , who sees in his father the pinnacle of virtue and power. As the undisputed leader of the male lineage of the Whittaker, Francis Xavier is the pillar to which everyone turns for guidance and solutions to their conflicts.


    Physical Description: The man''s hair was like a night tide, billowing and dark, falling in unruly but studied layers over his forehead. The curls, cut to a medium length, played with the light, projecting flashes of deep brown that threatened to fade into blackness beneath the shadows.


    At the sides, the hair faded precisely into a soft gradient that hugged the curves of his skull, before meeting the straightness of his hairline that determinedly outlined his jaw. His hairstyle was a work of art, meticulously sculpted as if each strand was counted, and at the same time


    At the time he gave the impression of a casual ease, as if he had been born to carry off that style with natural elegance. Physical height: 1.85cm. Physical Constitution:


    Robust and athletic with well-defined muscles. White complexion. Eye color: blue.


    Helena Whittaker


    Matriarch of the distinguished Whittaker family and loyal wife to Francis Xavier, Helena commands a presence as commanding as her counterpart. A devoted mother to Terry, Ethan, and Rodrick , and with a heart big enough to take in Ashtar as her own adopted son, Helena is the quintessential maternal figure, whose wisdom and understanding cast a cloak of protection and guidance over her bloodline.


    She presides with grace and firmness over the female sphere of the Whittaker household, ensuring that women''s voices are heard and their concerns addressed with the same respect and seriousness as their male counterparts.


    Description: The hair flows in a cascade of curls that seem to be woven from copper and bronze threads, capturing the essence of autumn in its locks. This waist-length cloak unfolds in a majestic display of soft waves that play with light and shadow, creating a rich, dimensional texture. The color palette moves between deep mahogany and flashes of amber, as if each


    The hair would have been carefully bathed in the warm tones of the sunset. Her hair is long, extending down to below her waist, an opulent veil of curls that falls in a cascade of fiery tones. Height: 1.80m. Build: slim and stylized body.


    Her upright posture and the contours of her silhouette suggest a natural grace and an elongated figure, emphasizing a narrow waist that gently widens towards the hips, creating a delicate yet defined silhouette. The way she holds herself suggests both strength and delicacy, a balance of lightness and firmness. Eye color: Turquoise, like fragments of sky touched by sea foam, they enclose in their gaze the vibrant tones of tropical waters under the sun. With the clarity of crystal and the depth of the ocean, each glance is a wave that carries secrets of ancient lagoons and the tranquility of serene beaches. Surrounded by a halo that makes them shine, these eyes are a rarity that evokes the freedom of distant horizons and the calm of a hidden paradise, where land and water merge in a dance of colors.


    Zahori


    Created by Terry in a genetics lab, she is more than a companion; she is his equal in intelligence and bravery, designed to be the perfect guardian of the family secret alongside him. Her existence, imbued with the essence of the ?theris gem , grants her abilities that complement and enhance Terry''s own, together forming an insurmountable bulwark against those who would seek to rob them of their legacy.


    Description: Waist-length blonde hair color is always styled in an elegant and artistic way, in which her blonde hair has been gathered into a casual bun on top of her head. The strands of her hair are woven into loose braids that add to the voluminous and textured effect of the bun, while some wavy curls fall gracefully to the sides of her face, bringing softness and a romantic touch to the overall style. Two braids adorned with beads and ribbons hang down on either side, adding a bohemian and eye-catching detail that


    contrasts with the sophistication of the ensemble. Height: 1.75cm. Eye color: sapphire like two celestial jewels embedded in the gaze, capturing the majesty of the sky on a clear midday. They are mirrors of a deep and vibrant blue, reminiscent of ethereal realms and unexplored seas. Each blink reveals flashes of light that dance on their surface, as if they contained in


    themselves the reflection of distant stars. The color is so intense and pure that it seems not just a physical feature, but a window into a sphere of spirit and emotion, inviting those who look upon them to dive into its infinite depths.


    Marcus Orion


    He is Terry''s loyal bodyguard and friend, known for his ability to offer logical and realistic perspectives in tense situations, helping to resolve conflicts.


    Originally from the Saharin clan , Marcus followed his military calling by joining the academy, aspiring to support and protect Terry in every possible circumstance (see ¡ªBorders of the Infinite: Terry''s Odyssey¡ª book 1 of the saga).


    Description: Marcus Orion is the very image of a protector born from epic tales. His hair, dark as a moonless night, falls in unruly waves that frame a determined and virile face. These locks, touched by lighter reflections when the light falls on them, seem to have a life of their own, evoking the majesty of ancient warriors. His eyes, a brown so deep that they almost blend into black, sparkle with the promise of unfathomable secrets.


    and unwavering loyalty. They are two guardians who reflect a soul that has seen both the beauty and the chaos of the world it protects. Marcus''s gaze is


    Sharp, able to pierce the veil of intentions, an invaluable tool in his profession as a bodyguard. Marcus¡¯s complexion is a light olive hue, skin tanned by the sun and wind, speaking of days spent outdoors, perhaps in training or on missions that require his discreet yet imposing presence. His body, sculpted by physical rigor and discipline, is glimpsed through a white shirt that fits subtly over well-defined muscles, suggesting a strength that is as much a part of him as his shadow.


    Height: 1.78 Everything about him, from his upright stance to the determination in his stillness, speaks of a man who is more than just a bodyguard: he is a warrior in the modern age, a human shield for Terry Whittaker, the person he has sworn to protect with his life.


    New Celestia


    Leader of the Saharin clan , Aiden ''s older sister .


    Description: Her skin is dark brown. Her hair is ebony cascades, deep, dark waves that flow with the gravity and grace of a nocturnal river. Her eyes are two living emeralds, embedded in the ivory of her face, capturing the very essence of ancient forests: deep, mysterious and eternally captivating. The build of her body is that of a classical sculpture, balanced and graceful, a silhouette that combines strength and softness, the solidity of earthly foundations with the fluidity of dancing air.


    Aiden Celestia


    Nova''s brother and his sister''s right-hand man in the Saharim clan .


    Description: A man of striking appearance and undeniable charisma. His hair, a dark brown leaning towards black, is a tangle of perfectly messy curls that suggests a mix of sophistication


    carefree and rebellious appeal. The intense gaze comes from deep, penetrating blue eyes, as if they were two fragments of the same sky in an endless twilight. The skin on her face has a pale,


    An even tan that speaks of days spent under the sun of the planet Zalara that gives him that warm tone naturally. As for his physique, evidence of defined muscles and a solid build can be seen. The contours of his chest and shoulders hint at an underlying strength, and the ink lines that slide across his skin, in the form of tattoos, add an element of mystery and artistry to his presence. This man is the type to defend himself with equal parts passion and tenacity, a warrior in his right with a touch of poet in his soul.


    Kyran Whittaker


    Son of Nova and Terry


    Description : He is the living representation of his father, only younger. This man has a casual and confident air, his light brown hair is disheveled with a studied elegance, rebellious locks fall perfectly in a style that suggests movement and freedom.


    The lighter highlights enhance her texture and add a sense of depth and youth to her overall appearance. Her eyes are a deep blue, capable of captivating at first sight, with a gaze that is both penetrating and reflective. Her complexion is tanned.


    The shave is not complete, allowing a shadow of beard to frame his jaw and add a rustic look. The combination of his simple clothing and his carefree appearance creates the image of someone who is aware of his attractiveness, but does not consider it his defining quality. Height: 1.75cm. Physical Build: Slim but toned, suggesting a combination of regular exercise and a naturally slender build, defined muscles, but not excessively bulky, creating a silhouette that is athletic without being overwhelming. Well-proportioned bone structure, with straight shoulders and a narrow waist, giving the impression of agility and controlled strength.


    Elara Whittaker


    Daughter of Nova and Terry.


    Description: A sophisticated and serene beauty. Her complexion is of a clear and even tone, a pure canvas that enhances every detail of her meticulously applied makeup. Her eyes are a deep, crystalline blue, surrounded by thick, defined lashes that accentuate her penetrating and soft expression at the same time.


    Her hair, a dark brown with lighter highlights that catch the light, falls in luxurious, casual waves that reach her shoulders.


    The top is pulled back in a style that adds volume and elegance, while the loose waves frame her face and give her an air of grace and femininity. Physical Constitution: a slender and harmonious figure, maintaining the line between fragility and firmness, a constitution that mixes strength and delicacy, creating an aura of classic and timeless presence. Height: 1.70cm.


    Elian Varix


    Elian is Terry¡¯s spiritual companion, soulmate and confidant, with whom he shares an unbreakable synergy and intimacy forged in truth and mutual trust. Together, they explore the realms of the spirit and undiscovered mysteries, with Elian serving as a beacon of wisdom and guidance on his friend¡¯s journey.


    Description: With his hair as white as the first snow of winter and his alabaster complexion, he is the personification of ancient mystery and esoteric knowledge. A priest with the power of magic of medium height and slender but firm build, he possesses an inner strength that manifests itself in his confident posture and the determination of his gaze. Dressed in clothing that speaks of his closeness to the elements and the secrets of nature, he wears a long cream-colored robe, adorned with patterns that could be both ancient runes and star maps, cinched by a woven belt. On his shoulders


    A golden brown cape rests on her head, reflecting her connection to the earth, and a white cloak enveloping her like the clouds before a storm. An ash-grey shawl, which also serves as a hood, adds a touch of enigma. Height: 1.78cm.


    ?theris Gem


    She is the embodiment of the core of power, an entity woven by the progenitors of the cosmic architects and essential to universal balance. As an ethereal figure of majestic presence, she manifests her form when not residing within Terry, her other half in the eternal dance of the cosmos. With platinum hair that reflects the light of distant stars and eyes as deep and blue as the emptiness of space, she is a vision that encapsulates the essence of the night skies. Her robes, white and pure, draped around her being,


    resonates with the substance of the nebulas and milky rivers of the galaxy, accentuating its sublime nature and unbreakable connection to the universe. The glowing crystal on its chest is a beacon of pure energy, pulsating to the beat of reality itself, and symbolizes the living heart of its power.


    A being of near-infinite abilities, this woman has mastered the art of energy absorption, reality manipulation, and many other acts that defy mortal comprehension. She is a beacon of hope and a force of stability within the incomprehensible vastness of the universe, holding in her hands the ability to shape existence and maintain the balance of all things. With her every move, reality weaves itself into new forms, guided by her intangible yet omnipotent will.

 INTRODUCTION

    In a universe where the line between magic and technology is as thin as the veil that separates the worlds, three siblings carry within them fragments of an ancient power, capable of both creation and destruction. Terry Whittaker, the guardian of one of these fragments, faces the daunting task of protecting this power from those who seek to control it for their own dark purposes.


    Together with his wife Zahori , his brothers, and a group of unwavering allies, Terry embarks on adventures that transcend the boundaries of infinity. In this game of shadows, where each secret uncovered leads to another even deeper one, Terry''s odyssey is a reminder that, in the eternal struggle between light and darkness, the greatest power lies in the human heart.


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    Frontiers of the Infinite: Terry¡¯s Odyssey is not just a story about the battle for control of the ?theris Stone , but an epic journey that explores the courage, loyalty, and unwavering love that unites a family against the odds of the cosmos. Prepare to dive into a saga that will take you to the far reaches of the universe and the depths of the soul.

 CHAPTER 1 — PROLOGUE/ THE NIGHT BANQUET

    It was early in the morning when I arrived at the kitchen of Whittaker Castle on the planet Omegara , accompanied by my uncle and bodyguard Darius . My four brothers, my uncle Julian and my father were there, eating after a tiring day of work. We would gather in the castle kitchen for a banquet at around two in the morning, since that was the time when we could safely arrive home from work. Each of us was a key piece in watching over the universe and making sure that there were no riots, murders, kidnappings or anything that could upset the fragile thread of cosmic stability. Any incident could unleash a war between planets, so we had to be alert for attacks or manifestations of chaotic energy.


    My brother Rodrick was, as described by women, the typical handsome guy with green eyes and blond hair, muscular. This was because my brother Ethan had the bad idea of giving him a pair of weights for his birthday when Rodrick turned twelve. Since then, he became obsessed with looking like our father physically: having muscles, doing weights, gymnastics and everything that bodybuilders do. But there came a point when he got bored and decided to join the army, not just any army, but the special forces, where there are the best of the best and all as muscular as him. If you have a problem on your planet with rebellions and you can''t control them, any king or ruler calls the special forces - Alpha Titan. My little brother Rodrick is the youngest, but he is the tallest of the four of us. When we were younger, Rodrick was the bully of the family; in every family there is one, and this was my brother. He made us do his chores, the ones our father assigned us so we would learn responsibility and discipline: sweeping, washing dishes, laundry, gardening, etc. Since Rodrick didn''t like these things, he forced Ethan and me to do them for him, threatening to hit us if we refused. Ethan and I were skinny and not as strong as he was.


    Next to Rodrick was my brother Ethan. He had been fascinated by chess since he was a child. He wanted to learn and needed a teacher. I had a friend who played chess, but I never wanted to get involved in it; I had no interest in it. However, Ethan found out about it and guess what, he started pestering me day and night to teach him. I had no choice but to talk my friend into teaching me, so that I could teach Ethan. The same thing happened with Rodrick when my father noticed that my brother had a knack for electronics, computers and technology. He enrolled him in college to study, but Rodrick , although not stupid, was slow to learn.


    He liked to analyze things, but when he managed to learn something, no one could beat him. He had problems at university and my father asked me one day:


    ¡ªHelp your brother Rodrick to pass the levels, you know more about the subject, so help him¡ª


    I had no choice; when my father tells me something, I have to obey him. It''s not that I don''t want to, but you don''t know how he gets when I don''t obey him. Yes, I''ve had arguments with him about it. I remember one time, when my powers hadn''t become innate yet and I didn''t fully control them, I actually hurt him. It was then that I decided to never fight or disobey him again, because that time I felt all the pain he experienced when I gave him the psionic attack . Plus, I saw his entire life and his reincarnations, which wasn''t nice. I ended up in a coma for a week, and my father spent two weeks in bed recovering from my attack.


    Sometimes my brother Rodrick makes things harder by being so slow to learn. I get really annoyed, especially when I''ve explained the same thing to him more than three times. There''s always Ethan, and I ask him:


    ¡ªRemind me why I should teach our brother?


    Ethan replies:


    ¡ªSo that our father doesn''t get on your nerves with that ''help him pass this level'' thing,¡ª says Ethan with a smile on his lips, I can''t tell if it''s sarcasm or if he''s really having fun seeing me so upset.


    At the head of Ethan is Ashtar, the scientist everyone envies for his brilliance. He is a combination of Albert Einstein, Leonardo da Vinci, Isaac Newton, and Frank Oppenheimer all rolled into one brain. He even snatched the title of greatest scientist from his father, Sadeth , who claimed authorship of the inventions that Ashtar had mostly created. Sadeth often appropriated Ashtar''s inventions, naming them after himself.


    Ashtar is married to Inanna Galbraith, the empress of the planet Orion, where, according to custom, the empress can have two husbands. Her first husband, Azrael Maclachlan , who shares the leadership of the planet with her, had always loved Inanna, and once, when they had to join forces to solve a serious problem in Orion, Ashtar, neither foolish nor lazy, proposed to her: ¡ªI will solve the problem for you if you marry me.¡ª He knew the saying ¡ªif one door closes, a window opens¡ª and he used it wisely. Although Azrael did not like the agreement very much, he had to bite his tongue, since he too had to sacrifice himself for the good of his planet.


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    From the very dawn of my youth, my father steered me towards special institutes and schools, as if he knew that my power, latent and mysterious, was waiting for its moment. But let me confess something: back then, magic did not interest me in the slightest. My eyes sparkled with the promise of mischief and adventure, not with the dark secrets of grimoires.


    At school, I was an enigma to my peers. I didn''t need to study; the teachers'' words stuck to my mind like invisible tattoos. Exams were my playground, and I always came out on top. Sure, that earned me jealous enemies, but my brother Rodrick , ever protective, wouldn''t let them touch me outside of school; inside was another matter, there I had to learn to defend myself. We were a peculiar family: each of us attended different schools, designed to hone our unique attributes and powers.


    My brothers, with their specific gifts, followed the rules. I, on the other hand, was the black sheep. Why? Because I escaped school to immerse myself in the outside world. I liked to taste life, whether in a bar, a restaurant or, yes, even in the darkest corners where naked women danced like tempting sirens. I had no money, but the cunning of a mischievous young man always finds shortcuts.


    My father, who was and still is a military man, punished me again and again. But here''s the twist: I enjoyed those punishments. Every task, every chore, was an opportunity to learn. In the dusty corners of the library, I discovered forgotten secrets and forbidden knowledge. My mind expanded like an ever-expanding universe. And so, without realizing it, I became an insatiable magician.


    My brothers, poor souls, did not understand. They complained about the restrictions my father imposed on them. But I knew how far to go, how to skirt the boundaries without breaking them. It was a delicate balance, like walking on a razor''s edge. And while they struggled between obedience and rebellion, I explored the mysteries of magic and life itself.


    So here I am, Terry Whittaker, the mischievous wizard. Sometimes, when the moon is high and the stars twinkle like cosmic eyes, I wonder if there''s more to my destiny than mischief and knowledge. Maybe there''s a greater purpose I haven''t yet discovered? But for now, I''ll keep pushing the boundaries, because that''s what us misfits do, right?


    From the heights of the castle, where the stone walls stand as silent witnesses to centuries of history, I watch the sunrise. The kitchen window becomes a portal to the outside universe. The mountains, imposing and majestic, seem to whisper ancient secrets as the sunlight filters through their peaks.


    My family, an eclectic mix of wizards and soldiers, spreads out across the halls and chambers. The wives, our confidants and guardians of their own mysteries, find refuge on the lower level of the castle. There, amid stone walls and flickering torches, they share their stories and their longings. It is an unspoken pact: we do not disturb their sanctuary, and they do not trespass on our domain. Thus, privacy becomes a precious commodity in this corner of Omegara .


    My father, the venerable soldier, questions me seriously. His gaze, as deep as the abyss of stars, seeks answers in my tired eyes. How was my day? Interplanetary diplomacy, that game of cosmic chess, has occupied my time. Meetings with kings and queens, each defending their borders as if they were the last stars in the firmament.


    ¡ªFather,¡ª I say, keeping my composure despite my exhaustion, ¡ªpeace is a delicate balance. Every word, every gesture, can unleash an intergalactic storm. But today, in that negotiating room, I felt a glimmer of hope. The kings, with their crowns and their lust for power, gave way. Maybe, just maybe, we can avoid war.¡ª


    The sun rises higher, its golden rays caressing the mountain ridges. My father nods, and in his gaze I see the burden he carries on his shoulders. Peace, like a fragile crystal, must be protected. We are the guardians of harmony, the weavers of invisible alliances. And though the universe is vast and hostile, we continue to fight for a tomorrow without conflict.


    ¡ªWe need more days like these,¡ª my father says, his voice echoing like an ancient one. ¡ªPeace is a precious commodity in these turbulent times. Keep going, Terry. May your words be the arrows that calm the warring stars.¡ª


    I nod, feeling the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. In this castle, where magic and politics intertwine, my role is more than just a diplomat. I am a bridge between worlds, a dreamer seeking to unite distant constellations. As the sun rises over Omegara , I know my departure is still far off. There are stories to be written, and I, Terry Whittaker, will be the narrator of this intergalactic epic.


    Rodrick chimes in with a smirk.


    ¡ªAnd how many times did you have to flex your mental muscles to keep those kings in line ? Huh?


    ¡ªNot as much as you do at the gym, I''m sure ¡ªI reply, returning the smile. Laughter spreads around the table, lightening the mood.


    Ethan, with his eternally thoughtful look, adds:


    ¡ªAt least kings don''t lift weights.


    Ashtar, always the calmest, raises his cup in a gesture of gratitude.


    ¡ªTo peace and diplomacy,¡ª he says, and we all follow suit, clinking our cups in a silent toast.


    The sun begins to rise, bathing the kitchen in golden and orange hues. Despite the seriousness of our conversation, there is a sense of unity that envelops us. Here in this kitchen, with my family of warriors and protectors, I feel like we can face any challenge the universe throws at us. With a final sip of coffee, we prepare for the new day ahead, ready to defend the balance and harmony of our worlds once again.

 CHAPTER 2 — VICTORY IN THE SYMPHONY OF SILENCE

    Sitting in my office, my gaze scanned the space beyond the crystal-clear glass partitions, silent witnesses to the privacy and order that reigned in my corporate domain. I watched as my five secretaries moved about in a ballet of productivity and discretion, all of them directed by Vicenzo, my personal assistant. Vicenzo, a 25-year-old with a history as marked as his efficiency, had come to me from a dark slave market. His freedom, granted by my hand, had allowed him to become the undisputed leader of my team, his loyalty bought not with chains, but with a fair monthly payment for his tireless work.


    Dominating my office, my black metal desk with gold trim stood like an altar of power and decision. This bastion of leadership was enclosed by glass partitions that, with the simple push of a button, darkened to hide its secrets from prying eyes. In this sealed sanctuary, strategies and empires were forged in confidence, away from the eyes of the outside world.


    Behind me, the emptiness of outer space waited, hidden behind a wall of glass that stood like a canvas waiting to be revealed. With the push of a button, the wall retracted, revealing the dark, infinite vastness of the cosmos. Before my eyes lay a panorama of distant stars and dancing galaxies, a constant reminder of how far I had come, not only in my career but also in the physical distance that separated me from Earth.


    This window into the universe was more than a display of technological opulence; it was a source of inspiration and perspective. While my secretaries and Vicenzo moved to the rhythm of daily demands, I could turn in my chair and face the eternity of space, a silent companion observing without judgment the decisions of a man who had transcended the limits of his home world to forge a destiny among the stars.


    My desk, normally a bastion of power and decision, was today submerged in a controlled chaos of papers, folders and legal documents. Each sheet, each pile, represented a pending case, a decision that awaited my attention and the final stroke of my signature to come to life. The folders were piled on top of each other, creating a landscape of responsibility and urgency that had to be navigated with precision.


    Vicenzo, with his youth and efficiency, moved through the documents like a master of ceremonies, making sure that each paper reached my review. Although overwhelming, the mess had a purpose and a system: waiting for me to read them and authorize them with my signature, a process that turned possibilities into tangible realities.


    Even in the midst of this tangle of paperwork, my mind would sometimes wander to the glass wall separating me from outer space. It was a reminder that beyond the formalities and paperwork, there was a universe of limitless possibilities, waiting to be explored and conquered. With my gaze occasionally soaring toward the stars, I would pick up my pen again and immerse myself in the task of shaping the future, one signature at a time.


    As I dealt with the tangle of paperwork cluttering my desk, I knew my safety was in good hands. My uncle Darius , ever meticulous and cautious, had stepped out into the restaurant lounge to enjoy a well-deserved break with some food and coffee. But even in his absence, his protection was ever-present. He always placed a protection chip on me, a small but potent talisman of security on the vast and sometimes unpredictable Zenith space station.


    The electronic door to my office, although apparently inert, was guarded by a high-tech sensor capable of triggering an alarm if it detected an unidentified presence. My uncle Darius , no matter how far away he was from my office, had the extraordinary ability to arrive in a matter of moments before any threat. His speed was almost legendary; I didn''t know how he did it, but his effectiveness was unquestionable.


    However, it never hurt to be personally prepared. Always at hand, on my desk or in a nearby drawer, was a laser gun along with my trusty axes, deadly weapons for a scenario that had yet to unfold. ¡ªJust in case,¡ª as I used to say, because in this world, you never know.


    It was in the midst of these reflections that Vicenzo entered, with his usual mix of respect and efficiency.


    ¡ªHave you had a chance to review any of the folders or sign any pending documents?¡ª he asked, ready to carry out the next tasks, always working towards the incessant flow of operations that defined our daily life in this space office.


    ¡ªI¡¯ve reviewed these folders, so you can take them. I¡¯ve signed three of the documents, but not this one yet. I need more information to be sure to proceed,¡ª I said, handing the papers to Vicenzo. His expression reflected the typical worry at the end of the month, a mix of seriousness and urgency.


    ¡ªYou know, Your Excellency, that at the end of the month the pace always picks up here. There is much to review and numerous documents awaiting your signature,¡ª said Vicenzo, his voice tinged with concern, but maintaining his professional composure.


    ¡ªThat''s right, Vicenzo, but there''s no reason to worry. We''ll finish on time, as we always have. Remember, we''ve faced even more complicated months and we''ve always managed to meet our obligations ¡ªI assured him, trying to instill some confidence in him and ease the tension that marked his face.


    The conversation was interrupted by Dennis''s arrival, bringing with him another pile of paperwork that required attention. The work dynamic, though frenetic, was well-meshed, and together we faced the onslaught of tasks with determination and a clear sense of purpose.


    Dennis, maintaining his mocking smile despite the weight of the documents in his hands, extended the marked folder towards me.


    ¡ªIt is crucial, Your Excellency, that this receives your immediate attention. The planet Eridanus awaits our action.


    I looked at the folder, then at Dennis, allowing myself a moment of contemplation before answering , ¡ª I understand gravity, Dennis. But have you considered the implications of our decisions not only for ourselves, but for the balance of the universe?


    Dennis frowned, his expression a mixture of impatience and concern.¡ªOf course, Father. But remember, justice has many nuances. The situation with Princess Theodora is not as simple as it seems .¡ª


    With a thoughtful pause, I replied, ¡ªThat ¡®poor¡¯ woman, as you call her, carried out acts that tore at the fabric of her society. It is a tragedy, yes, but our response must be measured.


    Dennis leaned forward, his voice low but firm.¡ªI understand your points, and the moral complexity is not lost on me. But we must act. Not just for justice, but for the perception of our leadership. Grandpa¡­


    I interrupted, with a crooked smile. ¡ª My father will always have his opinion, but he trusts our judgment. Besides, my dear son, since when do you care so much about the politics of appearances?


    Dennis exhaled, his frustration evident.¡ªIt¡¯s not just about appearances, Father. It¡¯s about maintaining stability, and sometimes that requires difficult decisions. We can¡¯t give the impression of wavering .¡ª


    ¡ª You know, Dennis, your seriousness always surprises me ¡ª I said, putting the folder aside ¡ª You''re right, stability is key. But don''t forget, compassion and understanding are equally important. We''re not dictators, we''re leaders, and that sometimes means looking beyond the surface.


    Dennis nodded, his expression softening. ¡ªI understand, Father. I just hope our decisions reflect what is best for everyone, not just ourselves.


    ¡ª They always do, Dennis. Or at least, we try to ¡ª I concluded, holding out my hand for him to take the folder ¡ª Now, let''s see what we can do for Eridanus . Together.


    With that shared resolve, Dennis and I dove into reviewing the documents, each aware of the challenges we faced, but also of the strength that lay in our unity and shared purpose.


    The calm in the office was abruptly interrupted by the shrill sound of the attack alarm. A rumble shook the space, making me jump out of my chair, as an avalanche of folders slid to the floor in a chaotic mess. Vicenzo, with quick reflexes, grabbed onto the desk, narrowly avoiding an unfortunate encounter with the floor.


    ¡ª What happened? ¡ª I asked, my voice tense with unexpected alarm.


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    ¡ª It seems, Your Excellency¡ª Vicenzo began, regaining his composure¡ª we are under attack by invading ships¡ª


    ¡ª Invading ships? ¡ª I repeated, my mind racing through possibilities, weighing our adversaries. The only ones who would dare such a bold assault would be my two sworn enemies, Sadeth and Anubis. Both had been hunting the ?theris Gem , aware that a vital part of that gem resided within me, the source of my power and essence. Not to mention that this part was the most critical, the lynchpin that would allow them, upon its capture, to seek out the other two parts hidden within my brothers, Rodrick and Ethan. A grim prospect, given that the extraction of the gems would mean our imminent death.


    ¡ª Those morons ¡ª I muttered under my breath, anger boiling over at the audacity of our enemies ¡ª Let''s go outside and see how things are ¡ª I said, making the decision to face the situation head on.


    It was at that critical moment that Dennis burst into the room, his countenance reflecting the urgency of the situation. ¡ªFather, the defenses are up, but we need your direction. The attackers are formidable .¡ª


    I nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. ¡ª Get our team ready, Dennis. Vicenzo, make sure everyone on the station is safe. We¡¯re going to repel this attack.


    Together, with determination and a deep understanding of what was at stake, we rushed into the conflict, ready to defend our home and protect the fate of the gems. Family unity and the loyalty of our allies would be crucial in the coming battle.


    As I approached the ships'' exit, I discovered my uncle Darius in full action, firing his beam weapon at the enemies who had managed to infiltrate the hangar. His skill with the weapon was as impressive as ever, and, in this moment of tension, his face still found room for a joke.


    ¡ªGuess who they are, Terry,¡ª my uncle said to me in a mocking tone while reloading his gun with a calm that defied the situation.


    Without surprise, I replied:


    ¡ªI know, Sadeth and Anubis. Always pursuing their own interests and, of course, after the ?theris Gem.


    ¡ªYou¡¯re right, ¡ª Darius continued, his voice turning more serious. ¡ªBut this time they¡¯ve upped the ante. They¡¯re coming with heavier weaponry, and if we don¡¯t act fast, this space station will be doomed.


    The gravity of his words made me quickly reflect on our next move.


    ¡ªOkay, I¡¯ll place an energy field around the planet while our ships move in to attack,¡ª I declared, knowing that every second counted.


    The strategy was clear: a double front of defense and attack. While I would take charge of strengthening our planetary defenses, Darius and the others would prepare to take the battle to the enemy. It was a race against time, but with determination and the ingenuity that characterized our family, we were ready to face the challenge.


    I was on the threshold of unleashing my psionic power , focusing every fiber of my being to call upon the force that resided deep within me. Yet, just at that crucial moment, a deafening rumble erupted through my brain. It was an unexpected assault, not a physical one, but one aimed at dismantling my concentration from within. My enemies, aware of my abilities, had resorted to a sonic noise weapon specifically designed to prevent me from channeling my energy.


    The intensity of the sound was overwhelming, each wave vibrating through my being with the intent of disrupting my focus. Despite the pain and confusion this attack caused, I knew I had to find a way to overcome this barrier. My resolve hardened in the face of the challenge; I would not allow this insidious tactic to defeat me.


    Taking a deep breath, I tried to find a core of calm amidst the chaos the sonic noise had created in my mind. It was a battle not only against Sadeth and Anubis, but also against my own ability to endure and adapt. Victory in this confrontation would require not only my strength, but also my cunning and my unwavering will to overcome obstacles, no matter how insidious they were.


    As I struggled to maintain my focus in the face of the sonic assault that plagued my mind, my uncle Darius became my bulwark amidst the chaos. With his unmatched skill, he repelled approaching enemies, giving me the time and space to gather my strength.


    ¡ªHold on and focus! You can do it! ¡ª he shouted at me, his voice piercing the cacophony like a beacon of hope. His words were a powerful reminder of the strength that resided within me, a call to action that I couldn¡¯t ignore.


    In the heat of battle, Darius not only provided me with courage, but also protected me with impressive skill. Each shot from his laser beam weapon was precise, cutting down enemies who tried to take advantage of my momentary vulnerability. It was a deadly dance where his every move was as much a defense as an attack, creating an impenetrable shield around me.


    Inspired by his bravery and guided by his words, I began to gather the crumbs of concentration that the sonic weapon had scattered. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the internal noise and focus on my uncle¡¯s voice like an anchor. Slowly, I began to feel the psionic power within me respond, a spark that refused to be smothered by the din.


    The battle outside continued to rage, but right now, within me, an equally crucial fight was taking place. It was a testament to the resilience of the human (or, in this case, Imperial) spirit, proof that even in the face of the cruelest tactics, will and courage could lead a way through adversity. With Darius at my side, I knew that together we could face any challenge the enemy threw at us.


    As the battle raged on around us and the sonic noise continued its relentless assault, something inside me began to shift. My uncle Darius ¡¯ guidance and unwavering defense had ignited a flame of determination that refused to be extinguished. Despite the cacophony attempting to overwhelm me, I began to sense a pattern in the chaos, a breach in the wall of sound that surrounded me.


    Focusing on that fissure, I pushed my mind through it, using the noise not as an obstacle, but as a means to sharpen my focus. It was like sailing through a storm, using the headwind to propel me forward. The psionic energy within me, which had been smothered by the sonic attack, began to flow with renewed force, channeling into a steady stream that engulfed me.


    ¡ª Now, Terry! ¡ª my uncle shouted, recognizing the change in me. With a wave of his hand, he cast cover around us, creating a moment of respite in which I could unleash my power.


    Stretching my hands forward, I released a wave of psionic energy that sliced through the air, distorting space in its wake. The wave slammed into the sonic noise device, ripping it apart from within with surgical precision. The deafening noise abruptly faded, replaced by a silence that echoed almost as loudly as the sound that had preceded it.


    The enemies, surprised by the sudden interruption of their weapon and the manifestation of my power, faltered. This moment of uncertainty was all Darius needed. With a series of well-aimed shots, he began to repel the invaders, each shot resonating like an echo of triumph over adversity.


    I looked around, watching as our allies regrouped, inspired by our counterattack. The battlefield, which moments before seemed dominated by chaos, was now a hive of coordinated activity. Together, we began to push forward, building on the momentum we had gained.


    Victory was far from certain, and we knew Sadeth and Anubis would not give up easily. Yet in that moment of clarity and strength, I felt a deep conviction. Together, we would face whatever came, standing up for what was right and protecting our home against those who sought to destroy it.


    The air was filled with the vibrant energy of our offensive, a symphony of determination and bravery that resonated in each of us. We knew there was still a long way to go and that the enemy was relentless, but our resolve was unwavering.


    With renewed confidence and unity as our strength, we launched into battle with hearts full of hope and the certainty that, together, we could overcome any obstacle.


    As we moved forward, my uncle Darius gave me a look of approval, a silent acknowledgement of how far we had come and the challenges that still lay ahead. For now, we were united, ready to face the future, no matter what it held.


    As the last of the invaders retreated, defeated by our fierce resistance, the hangar, which had been the scene of a desperate fight, now echoed with the sound of victory. Comrades in arms hugged each other and laughed, relieved by the favorable turn of events. The tension that had marked their faces dissipated, replaced by smiles and knowing glances that spoke of a battle well fought and won.


    My uncle Darius , with a triumphant smile, approached me, his eyes shining with pride and relief.


    ¡ªWe did it, Terry! ¡ª he exclaimed, enveloping me in a hug that was both a celebration and a thank you. ¡ªYour strength and courage have been the key. I never doubted you, not for a moment.


    Beside him, Dennis joined us, his mocking smile now transformed into a genuine expression of joy.


    ¡ªThat was impressive, Father. I think even Grandpa would be smiling now, if he could see us, ¡ª he said, his tone filled with admiration and a hint of relief.


    The camaraderie between us was palpable, a bond forged not only by blood, but also by shared battles.


    ¡ªToday we have proven that together, there is no challenge we cannot overcome ¡ªI said, looking at them both¡ª Sadeth and Anubis thought they could break us, but we have defended our home and protected what we value most.


    The echo of my words mingled with the sound of celebration around us. We knew the threat had not entirely disappeared and that our enemies would surely plan another attack. Yet, in that moment, victory was ours. We had stood firm, united by a common purpose and strengthened by the knowledge that we could rely on one another.


    As the dust of battle settled, I looked at my family and allies, feeling renewed hope. Together, we were stronger than any adversity we could face, and with each victory, we came one step closer to the peace we so desired.


    Around us, the team began to pick up and repair what had been damaged in the fighting, but the spirit of cooperation and determination was evident in every gesture.


    ¡ªThis victory is a testament to our strength and unity. Let it serve as a warning to those who dare threaten us again, ¡ª I continued, feeling the excitement and confidence flowing between us.


    ¡ªNow, let us celebrate, ¡ª Darius announced with a broad smile. ¡ªBecause today, we have not only saved our space station, but we have also reaffirmed the bonds that unite us. And that, my dears, is true victory.


    Laughter, applause and exclamations of joy filled the hangar as we prepared to celebrate. Despite the difficulties faced, this moment of shared joy was a reminder that as long as we stood together, no obstacle was insurmountable.


    With light hearts and high spirits, we close this chapter of our history, not only as victors in battle, but also as a stronger, more united family and team than ever before. The joy of this day would be a beacon in future challenges, always reminding us of the power of hope, courage, and the unwavering love we share.

 CHAPTER 3 COSMIC ECHOES: Terrys Challenge

    In the heart of Omegara , my kingdom of stars, the family castle bustles in calm as the morning sun bathes its ancient stones. My brothers and I share breakfast in the kitchen, an oasis of peace on a Saturday when the rest of the family still embraces dreams or immerses itself in worlds through LumiComs , those wonderful devices that bring living holograms into our rooms, erasing the distances of light that separate us.


    As I sip my Andromedan tea, the conversation takes an unexpected turn. My brothers, with that spark of mischief in their eyes, start their game.


    ¡ªSo, ?leader of night expeditions, which corner of the galaxy will you transport us to tonight? ¡ª Rodrick asks with a smirk, his coffee in hand as if toasting future adventures.


    Ashtar joins in, anticipation shining in his eyes.


    ¡ª?Will we return to GalaxSpa Starmen? That time it was like touching the stars, but without leaving the atmosphere.


    Ethan, always the most direct, laughs out loud.


    ¡ªOh, ?by the seven moons of Zenthar! We need something that surpasses even that. I''m sure there''s someone in your repertoire of eccentric friends who can offer us a legendary night.


    The atmosphere in the kitchen is charged with anticipation and camaraderie, reflecting the special connection we share as brothers. I knew that even though our responsibilities were many, we would always find time to enjoy each other, creating memories that would linger in our minds long after the echo of our laughter faded.


    As I listen to my brothers, I think of the places we could explore, the adventures we could go on. I know that tonight will not just be an escape, but another page in the book of our shared life, a reminder of the freedom and joy we always find with each other.


    ¡ªSo ?I¡¯ve been appointed as your intergalactic events organizer? ?Huh?¡ª I reply, feigning indignation but unable to hide my amusement. ¡ªAre my talents just for your entertainment?


    Rodrick leans forward, his gaze sharp but his tone playful.


    ¡ªCome on, you know you enjoy this as much as we do. But of course, if your services have a price, we''re willing to negotiate... with tickling if necessary.


    The threat hangs in the air, a promise of chaos and laughter. I know their tactics, each with his specialty in the war of brotherly persuasion: Ashtar with his puppy-dog gaze, Ethan with his unwavering insistence, and Rodrick, the strategist, always ready for physical confrontation.


    ¡ªYes, yes, I will capitulate to the threat of tickling ¡ªI concede between laughs, already anticipating the attack¡ª Let me consult with my contacts. We will find something extraordinary for tonight.


    My brothers'' faces light up, the promise of a new adventure twinkling in their eyes like newborn stars.


    ¡ªFor the well-being of this star family and my own sanity ¡ªI murmur, already dialing on my LumiCom , searching for that new destination that will exceed even the expectations of my adventuring brothers.


    Ashtar tries his helpless puppy look once more. With mock annoyance, I toss him a napkin.


    ¡ªThat''s enough, ¡ª I say, but we both know I''ll always give in to those eyes.


    The morning progresses, between plans and laughter, in that corner of the galaxy where love and adventure are interwoven in the daily lives of the Whittaker brothers.


    As my fingers danced over the LumiCom , trying to connect with the circle of acquaintances who could guarantee us a memorable evening, the door opened and a familiar figure burst into the kitchen.


    ¡ªSo, young adventurer? What fate awaits us tonight? ¡ª My uncle Darius ¡¯s voice filled the room, his presence imposing and full of curiosity.


    I turned, surprised, arching an eyebrow.


    ¡ªI thought this was your night off from surveillance. Don''t you always have a plan up your sleeve for Saturdays?


    Darius shrugged, a playful smile dancing on his lips.


    ¡ªLooks like I want to change my routine today. ?Is it so bad to want to spend time with my favorite family?


    ¡ªCome on, Darius , tell the truth ¡ªI urged, still in disbelief¡ª You''re the last one who would be left without plans. ?What happened to you, the great night explorer has run out of maps?


    With a resigned laugh, he gave up.


    ¡ªOkay, you''ve found me out. My friends are all busy, and you know I don''t enjoy being alone.


    I smiled at him, still in shock at his confession.


    ¡ªWell, it looks like you''re in luck. I''m on a mission to find somewhere that will accommodate us for the night. Something tells me that my ¡ªeccentric friends, ¡ª as Ethan calls them, will be able to help us out.


    His response was loaded with sarcasm.


    ¡ªOh, what a joy, I''ll be joining my ¡ªinnocent¡ª nephew''s expedition. I''m sure you''ve never set foot in such sanctuaries of male relaxation.


    We laughed together, his comment lifting the spirits of the search.


    ¡ªGet ready, man. Tonight promises to be one that even the most experienced of your friends won''t want to miss.


    Amidst jokes and challenges, the morning progressed, weaving in its wake the promise of an unforgettable night. The family, united by the surprising inclusion of Darius, prepared to embark on an adventure that would undoubtedly leave stories to remember.


    Finally, after an intense search, the light at the end of the tunnel appeared thanks to a call from Rigel.


    ¡ªDon''t worry, I''m more than happy to welcome you, your brothers, and your uncle tonight. Your friendship means a lot to me, and I don''t forget that I owe you my life. Although, I must admit, I need a favor in return, one that I know you won''t refuse me.


    Hearing his request, I couldn''t help but sigh, the familiarity of the situation weighing on my shoulders.


    ¡ªRigel, ?what have you done this time? ¡ª I asked, my tone tinged with exasperation. Since our days of study, Rigel has been a constant source of chaos; his adventurous spirit and untamable emotions always lead him into sticky situations. My father, though wary of this friendship, has never intervened, convinced that the tests Rigel presents me with are beneficial to my growth and cunning.


    ¡ªI''ll tell you the details when you arrive, ¡ª was his only response.


    Despite the warnings and concerns, I couldn''t help but feel a spark of excitement at the promise of a new adventure. Rigel, for all her imperfections, has always known how to transform an ordinary day into an unforgettable odyssey. And so, with a resigned but expectant sigh, I accepted his invitation, preparing myself for whatever this night had in store for us.


    The day passed with a mix of anticipation and preparation. As the afternoon turned into evening, I felt the adrenaline of the unknown coursing through my veins. I knew that whatever Rigel had planned would be memorable, to say the least.


    Together, with my brothers and my uncle Darius by my side, we headed to the meeting point, ready to face whatever Rigel had in store. The night promised to be one that would add another exciting page to the book of our shared life, a story to tell for years to come.


    With the promise of a fun-filled evening and, no doubt, some challenge courtesy of Rigel, I returned to my brothers and uncle, anticipation bubbling between us. Adventure was calling, and we knew that no matter what lay ahead, we would face whatever came together, tangled in the complicated but unbreakable web of friendship and family.


    Night had enveloped Voluptar in its starry mantle, and the Galaxia Gentlemen''s Club stood as a beacon of indulgence on this planet of Mediterranean climates and endless temptations. My brothers and my uncle Darius were spellbound by the panoramic view of the acres of fun spread out before them, while I delved deeper into the Rigel building for a more intimate conversation.


    The sobriety of the room we were in contrasted sharply with the extravagance outside.


    ¡ª?What mysteries does this place so far from your usual exuberance hide? ¡ªI asked him, a playful smile on my lips.


    Rigel, with a serious look and an unusually gloomy tone, shared the reason for her concern.


    ¡ªThis is my refuge for reflection, a place where I can find clarity away from the chaos. But now, more than ever, I need that clarity. My cousin, the one who has always been by my side, is in imminent danger. She has become entangled with the wrong man, one who has unleashed the fury of dangerous criminals. And now, she is the one who pays the consequences of her actions.


    Her cousin''s story echoed urgently in the air.


    ¡ªShe is like a sister to me, and now she is trapped in a web from which only we can free her. I need your help, my friend. Your wits and bravery are all that stand between her and a fate she dares not name.


    The weight of his request fell upon me like a stone. The fun and merriment I had anticipated for the evening evaporated, replaced by a sense of duty I could not ignore. Rigel, my friend of many adventures, was in trouble, and his family needed our intervention.


    ¡ªConsider it done, ¡ª I assured him, determination sharpening my words. ¡ªWe will not allow anything to happen to your cousin. Together, we will confront these criminals and bring your cousin back safely.


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    The gravity of the situation turned our night of celebration into an urgent mission. As my brothers and Darius joined us, I explained what Rigel had told us. The camaraderie we shared was unmistakable; we were all ready to help.


    With a plan beginning to take shape, we knew the road ahead would be dangerous. However, the strength of our friendship and the sense of justice that guided us drove us forward. We were ready to face whatever it took to protect those we loved.


    So what had started out as a night of debauchery at the Gentlemen''s Galaxia Club turned into the prelude to a rescue mission. With the promise of action and danger lurking on the horizon, we knew that what awaited us would be a test of our cunning, courage, and the unbreakable strength of our friendship.


    Shrouded in darkness that prevented us from seeing beyond our own steps, Rigel and I moved determinedly down a narrow corridor filled with an almost palpable stench of mold and decay. In our pockets was the BioView , a technological marvel capable of unravelling the biology of any living being down to the smallest detail, from its DNA to its metabolism, though at that moment it was useless given the need for discretion.


    After what seemed like an eternity, nearly two hours later, we found a hidden entrance that led us straight into the heart of the enemy stronghold. It was here that Sira, Rigel¡¯s cousin, was being held captive. With the BioView in hand, we located her exact cell 40 degrees from our current position. We equipped ourselves with night vision goggles and proceeded to navigate the fortress¡¯s labyrinthine corridors. We encountered two guards, but Rigel, with a mix of stealth and efficiency, neutralized the threat without making a sound other than the whisper of shadows.


    Upon reaching Sira''s cell, we were faced with the challenge of a digital lock with an iris scanner. Rigel, visibly worried, questioned how we could possibly overcome such an obstacle without the proper iris or access code.


    With a smile, I pulled out of my pocket a small device capable of hacking and simulating an iris holographically, so convincing that it looked real. Rigel, impressed, wanted to know its origin.


    ¡ªA ¡ªfree sample¡ª from my brother Ashtar ¡ªI confessed with a smile¡ª He doesn¡¯t know I took it yet, so let¡¯s keep it between us. If he finds out, he¡¯ll make a scene. He doesn¡¯t like his inventions being touched, even if he has no problem experimenting with mine.


    Rigel laughed and replied:


    ¡ªI know what it''s like to live with a genius; after all, I''ve shared enough adventures with you.


    ¡ªFunny, ¡ª I replied, focusing on the lock. ¡ªNow, let me do my thing before we get caught.


    I skillfully placed the device in front of the iris reader. Within seconds, the digital lock gave way, opening the way to Sira''s freedom and adding another success to our unexpected adventure.


    As we stepped through the cell door, we were confronted by an unexpected sight. Sira, with an air of fierce resolve, crouched behind a wall, wielding a crude wooden stick as her only defense. Rigel¡¯s voice echoed through the silence, filled with relief and urgency.


    ¡ªSira! ¡ªhe exclaimed¡ª It''s me, your cousin. We must leave here before they find us.


    He extended his hand towards her, a gesture of safety and familiarity amidst the chaos. Meanwhile, I moved forward to secure the way, glancing down the hallway. The coast was clear, no guard in sight. Signal to move forward.


    With Sira safe, we moved quickly through the dark corridors, each step an echo of our determination to reach the exit safely. We knew the way back would be just as dangerous, but confidence in our mission and the strength of our friendship drove us forward.


    Our return was an odyssey of stealth and caution. Sticking to the walls and camouflaged by the shadows, we moved with the utmost discretion to evade the omnipresent security cameras and the sporadic patrols of the guards. Finally, we reached the warehouse without incident. We hid behind some boxes just in time, while two guards entered looking for something among some hidden blankets. We waited, holding our breath, until they left.


    That''s when I revealed my escape plan.


    ¡ªNow I''m going to open the portal to leave this place ¡ªI announced.


    Rigel, with a look of understanding and confidence, nodded. I focused my energy, gesturing with my hands to weave the necessary magic. Before us, the air vibrated and tore, revealing a portal that would be our escape route.


    I urged Rigel and Sira to go through first. Before following them, I cast one last glance around, making sure there were no witnesses. Satisfied, I dove into the portal, which sealed behind us in final silence, erasing any energetic trace of our presence and leaving the enemy stronghold behind without a trace.


    With the portal softly closing behind us, we found ourselves in Rigel¡¯s room, a space that reflected her methodical and calm nature. Despite the newly dissipated tension, an air of determination lingered between us. The urgency of our mission had not diminished; instead, we found ourselves weaving plans to end the threat that had darkened Sira¡¯s life.


    The solution crystallized into a bold strategy: capture Bolasco, Sira''s ex-partner who had left her without remorse despite her love and sacrifice for him. It was clear that this man was the key to freeing Sira from the mob''s harassment once and for all.


    ¡ªLeave this in my hands, ¡ª I assured them. ¡ªI will locate this man through a psychic search, scanning his energy. I just need a quiet, calm space.


    Rigel and Sira nodded, confident in my ability to track Bolasco . While they prepared the place, I sat in a quiet corner of the room and closed my eyes, concentrating on Bolasco ''s energy.


    The room fell into an expectant silence, the air heavy with tension and hope. I knew the psychic search would require all my attention and precision, but Sira¡¯s safety and the resolution of this problem were worth every effort. With a clear mind, I began scanning the surroundings for Bolasco ¡¯s energy signature, determined to put an end to this threat once and for all.


    Finally, my perception was honed in on a small planet of dry air, where Bolasco was hiding, unaware that his brief idyll of freedom was about to end. I returned to my companions, Bolasco ''s location etched in my mind.


    ¡ªI found it, ¡ª I announced, emerging from the concentration room.


    Rigel, with steely determination, declared that it was time to act. Before us lay a colossal challenge: confronting a mafia with tentacles spread across multiple planets, an organization untouchable because of its connections to the highest powers. However, the capture of Bolasco represented a unique opportunity, a way to corner the mafia and, ultimately, free Sira from its grasp.


    With the plan laid out and the location of our target in hand, we prepared for the next chapter of our crusade, armed with the certainty that, against all odds, justice would prevail. Capturing this individual was not only crucial to dismantling the mafia-like pursuit of Sira, but also represented an opportunity to destabilize a fraction of his criminal network. We knew that time was of the essence, and any delay could mean the difference between success and failure.


    Before we left, we equipped ourselves with everything necessary to face the unexpected events of an interplanetary mission. Rigel, with his knowledge of advanced technology, prepared a set of devices that would aid us in our task, including a quantum locator to ensure our exact arrival at Bolasco ''s hideout and a set of signal inhibitors to prevent him from alerting his associates of our presence.


    The preparation was meticulous, each of us understood the importance of our role in this mission. We knew we would face the unknown, but the trust in our friendship and the justice of our cause gave us the strength to continue forward.


    As we set off, we left the comfort of Rigel''s room behind, replaced by the adrenaline and determination that propelled us toward our destiny. Capturing Bolasco would not be easy, but we were ready to do whatever it took to free Sira and dismantle the criminal network that threatened her.


    With our destination set and our equipment ready, we launched ourselves into the vastness of space, each of us aware that this mission would mark a turning point in our fight against the interplanetary mafia. Sira''s freedom depended on our success, and we were determined not to fail.


    Meanwhile, Sira, empowered by the desire to end her torment and with a new sense of purpose, took it upon herself to gather critical information about the mob''s operations - information that could be used as bargaining chips or to further weaken their structure from within.


    With everything ready, we activated the quantum leap device that Rigel had set with the exact coordinates of the planet where Bolasco was hiding. The transition was immediate, transporting us through the vast interstellar space to the arid and lonely planet that now served as a refuge for the traitor.


    Upon arrival, we found ourselves in a desolate landscape, marked by dryness and loneliness, a mirror of Bolasco ''s empty soul. The search was soon fruitful; thanks to the quantum locator and the previous psychic scan, we located his hiding place, a rudimentary structure carved into the rock of the desert planet.


    We approached cautiously, each step calculated to not alert our target to our presence. Rigel and I took up strategic positions, while Sira, using a cloaking device, approached the entrance to ensure an element of surprise.


    The moment of truth came without warning. Bolasco , confident in his isolation, was not expecting visitors. Seizing the element of surprise, Sira confronted him, her voice firm and filled with unwavering resolve. Rigel and I burst in at the opportune moment, ensuring he had no chance to escape or resist.


    With Bolasco finally in our possession, we began the return trip, not only with the satisfaction of having captured the traitor, but also with the hope that this act would mark the beginning of the end of the mafia persecution against Sira. The information


    Bolasco ''s delivery, promised to be a significant blow against the mafia, a step towards the peace and security it so longed for.


    The return was calm, each of us reflecting on the success of our mission. We knew that the road to peace would still be long and arduous, but we had taken a big step forward. With Bolasco on board and the data in hand, we had the tools necessary to negotiate and dismantle the criminal network that had threatened Sira for so long.


    With renewed determination, we were ready to face the challenges ahead, convinced that together we could overcome any obstacle. This chapter in our fight against the interplanetary mafia had ended successfully, but we knew there was still much to be done to ensure a threat-free future for Sira and all those who sought to live in peace.


    The mission had been a success, but we were acutely aware that the fight against such an entrenched and powerful organization was far from over. However, that day, we returned not only with a captured enemy, but also with a renewed sense of hope and unity, determined to face together whatever challenges the future held.


    After such an intense and exhausting mission, the stillness that reigned in the house, contrasting with the tiredness and tension that still throbbed in my veins, was almost unreal. While my brothers and my uncle Darius slept peacefully after an evening of celebration, the weight of exhaustion enveloped me, both physically and mentally, after our confrontation and capture of Bolasco .


    Rigel, observing my state, was quick to intervene with a proposal that was music to my ears.


    ¡ªListen, buddy, you deserve a break, ¡ª Rigel began, his voice filled with a mix of concern and excitement. ¡ªI have something special in store for you.


    Looking at him wearily, I tried to joke despite my fatigue.


    ¡ªYou better be, buddy. I''m on the verge of collapse.


    His smile widened and he nodded confidently.


    ¡ªOh, it is. Get ready to experience the best of my spa and recreation center. You know you can always count on me for this.


    I nodded, the promise of a restful sleep beginning to lift the fog of fatigue.


    ¡ªRight now, all I want is something substantial to eat. And fast. You know how I get when hunger strikes.


    Rigel burst out laughing.


    ¡ªOh, I know that very well! And no, I definitely don''t want a hungry monster loose in my resort.


    He then pressed a button on his communicator and began giving quick, precise orders to his assistant.


    ¡ªPlease make sure he is served with all due honours. And that the food is first class, quickly!


    While he was organizing my welcome, I got rid of my travel clothes, tired and dirty from the adventure. Rigel, always attentive, had even foreseen this detail.


    ¡ªI¡¯ve already prepared some clothes for you. Nothing ostentatious, of course. I know your style, ¡ª he said, leading me toward an additional surprise I¡¯d forgotten to mention. ¡ªAnd before you put that on, I¡¯ve arranged something to ensure you feel completely refreshed.


    With a gesture, Rigel opened the door to a luxuriously appointed bathroom, where gentle steam already filled the air, promising warmth and relaxation.


    ¡ªA bath awaits you, and you won''t be alone. I''ve asked some maids who are specialized in relaxation and deep cleansing techniques to assist you.


    The atmosphere was warm and welcoming, and the thought of a relaxing bath began to ease the pent-up tension. Rigel¡¯s kindness reminded me once again why he had always been an invaluable friend. I knew that after everything we had been through, a little self-care was just what I needed to recharge and prepare for whatever the future might bring.


    As I entered, two maids greeted me with a courteous bow. Their presence, far from being intrusive, exuded professionalism and a reassuring calm. With efficiency and respect, they guided me into a spacious


    stone bathtub, whose warm, bubbling waters invited one to immerse themselves without reservation.


    As they helped wash away the marks of travel, their expert hands worked with aromatic oils and mineral salts, massaging away accumulated tension and revitalizing every tired muscle. The combination of heat, aromas, and the meticulous care of the maids worked miracles, dissolving the weight of fatigue and leaving me in a state of deep relaxation.


    ¡ªThank you, this was really just what I needed, ¡ª I said to the maids, grateful for their ability to transform my exhaustion into well-being. They, with a smile, simply continued their work, making sure that every moment in the bath was a rejuvenating experience.


    As I emerged from the bath, I felt like a completely new person, free from the dust and stresses of our mission. The fresh, clean clothes Rigel had prepared awaited me, and as I dressed, the feeling of renewal was complete. Rigel''s care and thoughtfulness, coupled with the maids'' efficiency and gentleness, had worked together to restore me to a state of balance and peace.


    ¡ªRigel, this was amazing, ¡ª I said, meeting him after my life-changing experience in the bathroom. ¡ªYou really know how to take care of your friends.


    With a satisfied smile, Rigel nodded.


    ¡ªOnly excellence for my best friend. Now, come on. Your feast awaits you, and afterward, even more rest awaits you.


    I felt grateful and refreshed, ready to enjoy the meal that awaited me and dive into some well-deserved rest. As I followed Rigel, I couldn¡¯t help but reflect on how lucky I was to have someone like him by my side, someone who knew exactly what I needed to get back on my feet and feel ready for whatever the future held.


    As we made our way down the hall, the aroma of exquisite food wafted through the air, promising to satisfy my appetite with delicious and hearty dishes. The anticipation of a feast and the knowledge that I could rest knowing that Rigel was taking care of everything filled me with a deep sense of gratitude and well-being.


    At that moment, I felt that despite the challenges and dangers we had faced, all was right with the world. With friends like Rigel by my side, I knew I could face any challenge, refreshed and ready to move forward.


    With a sigh of relief, I accepted the offered outfit: a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that fit perfectly with my preference for comfortable, semi-formal attire.


    ¡ªThank you, Rigel. Really, ?what would I do without you?¡ª I said, feeling a little more human now.


    ¡ªProbably starve or dress like a hermit, ¡ª he joked, winking at me. ¡ªNow, come on. Your feast awaits, and afterward, some much-needed rest.


    With a satisfied smile, Rigel nodded.


    ¡ªOnly excellence for my best friend. Come, your feast awaits you, and afterward, even more rest awaits you.


    So, amid the warmth of friendship and the promise of new adventures, we headed to the dining room, where a banquet fit for a king was already being served. Each bite seemed to erase the traces of tiredness, and each shared laugh wove stronger threads in the unbreakable bond that united us.


    As the night wore on and the stars twinkled in the sky, a sense of anticipation settled in my heart. Capturing Bolasco and dismantling a fraction of the Siderian mafia was just the beginning. The galaxy was full of mysteries to solve, dangers to face, and justice to deliver.


    ¡ª?What does the future hold for us, Rigel?¡ª I asked, looking out at the night sky through the wide dining room window.


    With a look that reflected both determination and the glimmer of new adventures, Rigel replied:


    ¡ªWhatever comes, we will face it together. And I assure you, it will be extraordinary.


    The brightness of the stars and the promise of new challenges reminded us that although the road ahead would be uncertain, the journey would be filled with unforgettable moments and shared adventures. Together, we were prepared for whatever the universe had in store for us, knowing that friendship and courage would be our guides on any journey.


    As I followed Rigel to a well-deserved rest, the warmth of friendship and care surrounding me filled me with deep gratitude. In an often hostile and unforgiving universe, moments like these were a reminder of the light we could find in connection and mutual support.


    And so, as the moon rose, marking the end of a chapter and the threshold of countless stories to come, I knew that each challenge and each victory brought us closer to our destiny.

 CHAPTER 4: REVELATIONS IN ZENITH

    When I wake up on Monday, the start of a new week, I find myself on Zenith, the hybrid technological planet-shaped space station I created with my psionic power. Being the foremost military high priest of my generation, gifted with magic and psionic power, allowed me to build it without much effort. However, the true core of my power comes not from my skills, but from a gem embedded within me. The story of how this gem came to me is as fascinating as it is complex, and while it may seem simple to explain, understanding it is another story altogether.


    Let me take you back in time, before the birth of my brothers Ethan and Rodrick, and myself. There already existed a gem known as the ?theris Gem, a powerful fusion of elements that turned it into a super gem with the ability to manipulate time, space, mind, reality, soul, and of course, the immense power that all of this entails. This gem made any bearer the most feared, powerful, and envied being.


    My father was charged with guarding the ?theris Gem. A little-known secret was that the gem possessed a mind and personality of its own. It had been formed millions of years ago, always remaining in the same place: a cave near a dormant volcano, whose activity ceased with the gem''s creation. Scientists of our time suggest that its presence altered the environment in unimaginable ways. When humans finally discovered it, their greed sparked an interplanetary effort to protect it, forming a team of personal guards that included my father.


    The discovery of the gem was a turning point in human history. An interplanetary operation was organized to protect it from those who would exploit it. The gem, with its own intelligence and will, chose my father as its custodian, recognizing in him the ability to protect it from external threats.


    However, it wasn''t until years later, when the gem merged with me, that I fully understood its power and purpose. The ?theris gem, with its consciousness and power, had connected itself to my being, granting me abilities beyond human understanding. But with this power came an immense responsibility, not only to protect the gem, but to use its energy for the good of the universe.


    This gem has been both a blessing and a burden, guiding my life and my decisions. Through it, I learned that true power lies not in strength alone, but in the wisdom and discernment to use it properly. The history of the ?theris gem and my connection to it remains a mystery in many ways, but its presence in my life has been a determining factor in my path as a protector of the universe.


    ?theris Gem was particularly drawn to my father, not only because of his duty as guardian, but because of his soul. Unlike the others, who brought games and distractions to endure the loneliness of their vigil, my father preferred the company of books. The gem began to interact with him during these readings, a unique communication that broke the isolation of both.


    Loneliness can lead to madness, as it did for several guards before him, but my father found an unlikely companion in ?theris . He kept his mind focused on the present, conversing with the gem, until one day, ?theris learned to speak the language of the humans and responded. You can imagine my father''s surprise at hearing the gem''s voice in his mind for the first time, an experience that left him reeling between disbelief and wonder.


    ¡ª?Who''s there?¡ª he asked, afraid he was losing his mind.


    He asked again, his voice echoing in the emptiness of the cave as he hastily stood up, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun to make sure the perimeter was still secure. Finding no one, a familiar, yet unexpected voice broke the silence:


    ¡ªHello, I''m here, ¡ª ?theris replied, with a serenity that contrasted with the tension of the moment.


    Convinced he was the victim of a joke, my father expressed his frustration:


    ¡ªEnough, the joke was good, but it''s time to end it ¡ªhe said, the irritation evident in his voice.


    However, ?theris, sensing his guardian''s annoyance, decided to reveal himself in an unprecedented way, taking the human form of my father. A blinding light preceded this act, and upon regaining his sight, my father found himself face to face with himself, leaving him bewildered:


    ¡ªWhat the hell is this? This joke has gone too far, ¡ª he exclaimed, still not understanding the magnitude of what was happening.


    ¡ªYou don¡¯t like this form? I can change it if you wish. Just imagine another one, and I will create it, ¡ª ?theris offered, showing his ability to manipulate reality at will.


    ¡ª?Wait, how is this possible? ¡ª my father asked, his curiosity overcoming his initial bewilderment. His gaze searched for the gem, but it no longer occupied its usual place in the cave. Realization struck him:


    ¡ªAre you... ?theris ?


    The silence in the cave was almost palpable as my father tried to take in what he was seeing. In front of him, the image of himself smiled calmly, the light emanating from it softly illuminating the stone walls.


    ¡ªYes, I am ?theris. I have manifested myself thus to better communicate with you ¡ªthe gem explained, in a voice that was more an echo of thought than a sound.


    My father, fascinated by the gem''s intelligence and power, felt a deeper connection to it. Instead of fear, he felt a strange comfort and curiosity. He understood that ?theris was not just a tool of power, but a conscious being with whom he could share ideas and learn.


    That interaction marked the beginning of an alliance between my father and the gem, one that transcended simple safekeeping. It was a bond that was forged in mutual understanding and respect, and one that would eventually change the course of our lives forever. Through his relationship with ?theris , my father realized that his mission was not only to protect the gem, but to understand its true purpose and potential.


    ¡ªYes, ¡ª the entity confirmed, taking on my father¡¯s voice and form. ¡ªI have the power to recreate any image you conceive.


    The astonishing revelation left my father in awe. He touched the image before him to confirm its reality. ?theris , for his part, was enjoying my father''s genuine surprise, and he, fascinated, began to understand the depth of their connection.


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    ¡ªThen we can talk about anything. I am interested in learning more about your world. It has been an eternity of solitude since my creation, and the arrival of humans has been a welcome change, though I have not liked all of them as much as you, ¡ª ?theris confessed, explaining her previous reluctance to interact with other Guardians due to their dark intentions.


    This exchange was the beginning of a unique relationship between my father and ?theris, one that would unlock secrets of the universe and alter the course of our history. The connection between a being of unimaginable power and a simple human guardian revealed the existence of a greater mission, one that would eventually involve me in ways I never imagined.


    Over time, my father and ?theris developed a communication that went beyond words. They shared ideas and thoughts, exploring the mysteries of the universe together. ?theris, with her ancient knowledge, opened up a world of possibilities for my father that he had never dreamed of.


    The gem taught him about the nature of power and the responsibility that comes with it. It told him about other civilizations, about the dangers lurking in the shadows of the cosmos, and about the importance of maintaining balance between the forces of the universe. My father learned that his role as Guardian was not only to protect ?theris, but also to become a bridge between our world and the vast, inexplicable mystery that surrounds us.


    This legacy of knowledge and responsibility would be passed on to me, leading our family to a destination that, though unknown, promised great challenges and discoveries. The relationship between my father and the ?theris gem laid the groundwork for a saga that would span generations, changing not only our lives, but the fate of the entire universe.


    In the midst of his surprise, Francis Xavier reflected aloud, marveling at the depth of the conversation with Gemma ?theris:


    ¡ª?And am I any different from the others, that you''ve decided to talk to me? ¡ª he asked himself, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.


    ¡ªThe reason I am here with you is simple: you have not yet discovered all that you are capable of. You are on the threshold of a path that will lead you to discover the true potential within you, a potential far greater than you can imagine, ¡ª ?theris replied with a serenity that inspired confidence.


    ?theris ¡¯s conviction.


    ¡ªYes, and more than believing it, I have seen it in your future. You have a destiny that far surpasses that of your companions ¡ª assured ?theris, revealing his ability to see beyond the present.


    ¡ªCan you see the future? ¡ª The surprise in Francisco Javier''s voice was palpable.


    ¡ªMy ability is not limited to foreseeing the future. I can alter reality at will, read minds, perceive the souls of beings, manipulate time and create life. My power encompasses more than you can imagine, ¡ª ?theris explained, outlining the extent of her power.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s fantastic! ¡ª exclaimed Francisco Javier, his amazement and admiration evident, as if he had discovered a new world full of possibilities.


    ¡ªThe time has come to leave this cave. I wish to explore the universe, to learn, and to fulfill the mission entrusted to me, ¡ª ?theris proclaimed, his determination echoing in the confined space of the cave.


    ?theris ''s statement.


    ¡ªMy purpose is to protect and guard the universe. I was created before the formation of planets and stars for that purpose, endowed with psionic energy, a force that allows me to influence reality through mental and psychic power, granting me unparalleled power ¡ªAetheris explained with a solemnity that emphasized the importance of her task.


    The revelation left Francis Xavier in awe, lost in thought about the countless worlds and experiences ?theris could explore. However, one concern emerged:


    ¡ªBut getting out of here could be problematic. You are a gem of incalculable power, and many will not understand your ability to move freely. They might think you have been robbed, or worse, that I am the thief ¡ªhe commented, aware of the implications of such a perception.


    ?theris, sensing Francis Xavier''s concern, spoke in a reassuring tone:


    ¡ªDo not fear. As long as I remain hidden within you, no one will know of my independent existence. We can work together to find a way to protect the universe without raising suspicion. Furthermore, my connection to you will allow us to communicate safely and discreetly.


    ?theris promise. He understood that this connection would be a powerful ally in their joint mission, and he was determined to follow the path that lay before him.


    ¡ªSo, let us begin this new stage together. I am ready to face the challenges that await us and discover more about the true potential that we both possess ¡ªsaid Francisco Javier, feeling a renewed confidence and purpose.


    With ?theris at his side, he knew the future would be full of possibilities, and together, they could make a significant difference in the universe. The conversation between Francisco Javier and ?theris not only revealed the exceptional nature of the gem, but also opened up a horizon of possibilities and challenges that the two would face together, marking the beginning of an adventure that would transcend the confines of their known world.


    The conversation between Francis Xavier and the Gem ?theris took an unexpected turn when ?theris suggested a drastic solution to prevent others from seizing its power:


    ¡ªIt''s true, humans want my power and would do anything to get it. One option would be to blow up the cave to eliminate the problem at its root.


    Francisco Javier, alarmed at the idea, could not help but exclaim:


    ¡ª?Blow up the cave!


    ¡ªDon¡¯t worry, I wouldn¡¯t do it while you¡¯re inside. Besides, I have plans for you, ¡ª ?theris said, looking at him with an intensity that conveyed both serenity and determination.


    Intrigued by what ?theris might have planned for someone like him, Francis Xavier humbly asked:


    ¡ª?Could you share your plans with me?


    ¡ªThere is no need to humble yourself. Fear not, I have great things in mind. First, we must leave this place. I will make it appear that the planet has exploded, which will leave you¡ªofficially¡ªdead and gone. Then, we will head to a distant planet in the galaxy to begin a new life together. I will split myself into three parts to lessen the perception of my power among humans, creating three physical bodies. You will be my father, and I will provide you with a family, endless knowledge of magic and military strategies, as well as material goods to ensure a stable home where we can grow and become stronger, ¡ª ?theris explained in a tone that mixed the promise of adventure with the weight of responsibility.


    Francisco Javier, considering the magnitude of the proposal, asked:


    ¡ª?Could I bring two more people with me?


    ¡ªWho are these people to you?¡ª ?theris asked.


    ¡ªMy brother and my cousin. They are strong, intelligent, and will be of great help to us, ¡ª he replied hopefully.


    ¡ªFine, bring them. I will make humanity forget our existence to avoid persecution, ¡ª ?theris agreed.


    With that agreement, three weeks later, the plan was carried out. The planet ¡ª exploded ¡ª as ?theris had planned, erasing all memory of his and the three men¡¯s existence. The gem split into three parts, giving rise to three children, each with a fragment of the gem inside. The central fragment, the most powerful and residing in me, was tasked with reuniting the others. Our father was given the Chrystars, the universally accepted currency in outer space, by ?theris to begin a new life on a distant planet of his choosing. These Chrystars, with their ability to store quantum energy and their transaction recording system, would guarantee our economic stability and security anywhere in the galaxy. A mother was created for us and we began to live as a happy family.


    Each of us inherited aspects of ?theris '' personality . In my case, I seemed to have inherited the more rebellious and dark part, which made me I became the black sheep of the family, the ¡ªrebel without a cause¡ª in my father¡¯s words. My antics and rebelliousness often challenged him, but beneath that surface, we were united by a common purpose and extraordinary destiny, weaving together the tapestry of our new life, now facilitated by the Chrystaros , that would allow us to interact and thrive in the vast universe.


    Possession of these Crystaros not only ensured our economic stability, but also granted us a high social position within intergalactic society. This privileged status opened doors for us in multiple spheres, from business circles to academics, allowing us to access resources, knowledge and connections that would have otherwise been inaccessible.


    The influence and respect that the Cristaros conferred was evident in every interaction, ensuring that our family not only adapted but thrived in our new surroundings. This prestige established a solid foundation for the fulfillment of our mission and personal and collective growth.


    In the commercial realm, the Crystaros gave us access to strategic alliances with the galaxy''s major corporations, allowing us to participate in innovative projects and expand our operations to new frontiers. In the academic realm, they gave us access to the most prestigious research centers, where we could collaborate with the brightest minds in the universe and share knowledge that drove scientific and technological development.


    Furthermore, the social recognition that came with possession of the Chrystars strengthened our diplomatic relations with intergalactic leaders, facilitating dialogue and cooperation on issues critical to the security and well-being of our worlds. At every turn, the impact of the Chrystars on our daily lives was undeniable, making a significant difference in our ability to navigate and thrive in the complex web of intergalactic relations.


    With this privilege, however, came a responsibility as well. The expectation that we use our resources and influence for the common good was constant, and we were committed to honoring that expectation. With every decision, We remembered that the Cristaros were more than just a source of power and prestige; they were a legacy that we must preserve and use wisely for the benefit of all.


    With this perspective, we embarked on a path of leadership and service, determined to make a positive difference in the universe, confident that our mission and purpose were aligned with the destiny of the Cristaros and the future of our family.

 CHAPTER 5 GALACTIC PORTALS, HACKERS AND ROCK STARS

    It was around two in the afternoon when I was in the bathroom, immersed in the simple act of washing my hands at the prestigious Zenith space station. Suddenly, a wave of energy, not the typical psionic or psychic one, but one of electronic origin, unleashed its fury on my right side, materializing a transporter portal. And guess who decided to show up? Max, Rodrick ''s intrepid colleague , who, by the way, shared classrooms with my younger brother at the Galactic University of Computer Sciences (UGCC).


    There he was, Max Cypher , the skilled hacker who delves deep into the security networks of corrupt corporations and governments to uncover their secrets and sabotage their Machiavellian plans. With him, my investigations become less of a maze and more of a walk in the park. He is a genius at his art, a virtuoso of computational manipulation.


    ¡ªWhat brings you here, Max?¡ª I asked, my curiosity in motion. Opening transport portals was a daily occurrence for him; his ability to enter unimaginable places was one of his most notable characteristics.


    ¡ªI knew I''d find you here,¡ª he replied with his typical aplomb, taking my arm and dragging me towards the doorway.


    ¡ªBut... ¡ªI protested, aware of my commitments¡ª I have a meeting.


    ¡ªDon¡¯t worry,¡ª he assured me with a sly smile. ¡ªI¡¯ve put off that meeting for you. The arrangements have already been made. Let¡¯s move forward to the fame and glory that awaits us.


    With a push, he launched me into the portal and joined me on the journey. Soon, we found ourselves on Zarion , a world where the atmosphere is breathable and the climate is temperate and home to a diverse and cosmopolitan population, made up of a variety of species and cultures.


    Zarion ''s economy is based on the exchange of goods and services, moving freely between the legal and the illegal. Its government, a federation of corporations in constant struggle for market dominance, sets the tone in this world of intrigue and ruthless competition. But what truly makes this planet shine are its commercial zones, authentic consumer


    paradises where everything from the most basic to the most luxurious and exotic is displayed and negotiated without rest.


    Walking through the bustling streets of Zarion , one could find all kinds of establishments, from street markets where merchants hawked to attract passersby, to imposing shopping malls glowing with neon lights. Shop windows displayed everything from the latest intergalactic technology to works of art from far-off worlds, each object telling a unique story of provenance and purpose.


    ¡ªThis place never ceases to amaze me, ¡ª I commented, observing the hustle and bustle around us.


    ¡ªThat¡¯s why we¡¯re here, my friend, ¡ª Max replied, his eyes shining with excitement. ¡ªThere¡¯s something special in the air, a sense of limitless possibilities.


    On Zarion, anything seemed possible. From clandestine businesses that thrived in the shadows to strategic alliances forged in the most unexpected meetings, the planet offered endless opportunities for those who knew how to navigate its complex web of power and commerce.


    As Max and I made our way deeper into the heart of this vibrant metropolis, I felt a growing excitement about what we could discover and accomplish here. I knew that anything could happen in such a dynamic and unpredictable place, and I was ready to seize every opportunity that presented itself.


    Here, in this melting pot of species and cultures from countless universes, we came to an office. Time was different in this corner of the cosmos; while elsewhere it was midday, here it was night. The man behind the desk, surrounded by opulence and elegance, turned his chair to face us.


    ¡ª?They''re finally here!¡ª he exclaimed in a mocking but joyful tone at the same time.


    Intrigued and somewhat annoyed by the confusion, I asked what was going on, only to be urged by Max to sit down and listen to the explanation. With the


    Promised a quicker way out of this mess, I reluctantly agreed, aware of the many responsibilities that awaited me outside: meetings with delegates, governors, and the administration of an entire imperial planet.


    ¡ªMy friend, you will become a legend, a force that will help us gain the power necessary to overthrow corrupt organizations in this region and beyond in the universe¡ª Max announced with a look full of determination.


    ¡ªDon''t forget that I''m already a well-known figure, I hold the highest rank in the space militia. I was granted the privilege of creating an orbital station in the form of a technological and hybrid planet. Now, if you don''t mind, could you open that portal again? I have urgent matters to attend to¡ª I answered, pressed by my obligations and eager to escape from this situation as soon as possible.


    Nothing of the sort ¨C Max replied ¨C we need you, we need your voice, you will be a famous singer, you will have a band and with that we will be able to get anywhere without problems.


    Zyron ''s proposal Star, I found myself in a dilemma that rivaled any space battle I had ever faced in my career.


    as Imperial leader. I opened my eyes as wide as possible, the echo of my father''s words resonating in my mind, anticipating the storm that would break out if he found out about my activities. The thought of facing his scolding and reproaches was enough to make me reconsider the whole matter.


    ¡ªNo, ¡ª I exclaimed, trying to clear my mind of those worries. ¡ªI am an Imperial, leader of the Imperials. If I am involved in scandals, what will become of the reputation of our army? The military council would soon dismiss me. You know that such behavior is not permitted for us.


    Max nodded, understanding my reservations, but not willing to give up on his plan so easily. ¡ªI know, ¡ª he replied calmly. ¡ªBut remember, my dear friend, that you possess the ability to create realistic illusions. You can transform your appearance, change your clothing, even your physique. What could possibly go wrong?


    My mind drifted back to my younger days, when music flowed as naturally as my breathing. ¡ªThat was a long time ago, ¡ª I murmured, remembering those moments with nostalgia.


    ¡ªTalent doesn''t go away¡ª Max insisted¡ªIt''s like riding a jet skate. You may not have used it in years, but the skill remains.


    I knew I was right. Max and Zyron weren''t going to let me out of this situation easily. The tension in the air was palpable as I searched for a way out that, deep down, I knew I wouldn''t find.


    ¡ª?You won''t let me out of here until I agree, right? ¡ªI asked, resigned to my fate, with a mixture of frustration and resignation in my voice.


    ¡ªYou¡¯re not wrong, ¡ª Max replied, a mischievous smile curling his lips. ¡ªYou¡¯re the key to our crusade. Zyron here is a master in his field: a galactic-renowned producer and manager. He¡¯s worked with the most successful artists in the galaxy, and he firmly believes that you have the potential to become one of them.


    ¡ªNice to meet you, Mr. Zyron Star, ¡ª I said politely, although my mind was already racing, searching for a way out, any loophole I could exploit to escape from this trap subtly woven around me. However, my hopes were dashed when Max, in a triumphant tone, announced that he had secured the entire perimeter, even with an anti-psionic barrier that blocked any possibility of evasion, leaving me literally trapped.


    I frowned, feeling annoyance rising within me. While I understood Max''s intentions and his desire to involve me in his grand scheme, my responsibilities as Imperial leader took priority. Being abruptly removed from my surroundings, without warning or regard for my duties, did not sit well with me. My mind, always focused on my tasks and obligations, struggled to accept such a drastic and unforeseen change of plans.


    ¡ªMax, I understand what you¡¯re trying to do, but I can¡¯t afford these detours right now, ¡ª I said, my tone more stern than I intended. ¡ªMy position doesn¡¯t allow me the luxury of personal adventures or projects. Not when there are so many lives under my responsibility.


    Max looked at me seriously for a moment, but the mischievous spark didn''t disappear from his eyes.


    ¡ªI know, and that''s precisely why you''re so important. But believe me, once you see the scope of what we''re proposing, you''ll understand that this isn''t just a detour, but an opportunity... one you might regret not taking advantage of.


    Resigned, I finally gave in to the pressure. ¡ªFine, ?what do you want me to do then? ¡ª I asked, crossing my arms and legs in a gesture of frustration. But then, a thought crossed my mind: what about the tracking chip my father implanted in me as a child? If I managed to activate it, it could reveal my location and ruin the entire plan.


    ¡ªWait a minute, Max, ¡ª I interrupted before he could continue his explanation. ¡ªWhat about the tracking chip I have in my body? ?Couldn¡¯t they locate me through it?


    Max seemed to anticipate my concern. ¡ªOf course I took that into account. I deactivated the chip as soon as I touched your arm before entering the transporter portal. Your father won¡¯t know where you are for quite some time.


    I sighed in relief, though I knew my father wouldn''t stay quiet for long without knowing my whereabouts. ¡ªThat''ll drive him crazy, ¡ª I commented with a wry smile. ¡ªI hope you can deal with him after all this, Max. After all, if you dragged me away against my will, I hope you''re here to face his fury alongside me.


    Max nodded in resignation, aware of the gathering storm. He had witnessed my father''s wrath on previous occasions when we were children and I got into trouble.


    ¡ªNow, let me explain our plan, ¡ª Max said, changing the subject. ¡ªYou¡¯re going to become a pop star. ?Remember that notebook of poems and songs you used to have at school?


    I had completely forgotten about that notebook. I carried it with me all the time when I was in school, but once I entered college, I stopped carrying it with me.


    I was to concentrate on my studies to obtain my diploma in Space Psychoalchemy, a discipline that deals with the transformation of the mind and spirit through mental, esoteric and scientific techniques. As part of my studies, I was to reside on an orbital station for five years, where everything from sleeping to studying occurred within its confines. During that time, I was separated from my family, including my parents and siblings, who were also immersed in their own studies.


    I tried to remember where I had kept that notebook, keeping it out of the sight of my family. Until, finally, the image of its forgotten location appeared in my mind.


    ¡ªYes, I remember where I put it,¡ª I whispered, hoping it was still there and in good condition. ¡ªWe¡¯ll have to go find it if you want us to use it.


    Zyron Star looked at me curiously. ¡ªWhere did you leave it? ¡ª she asked, hoping for an answer that could guide our actions.


    I looked at him thoughtfully. ¡ªI left it in Solara, ¡ª I confessed, knowing that my answer would probably cause confusion and concern among my companions. After all, Solara had been in the past for years, and I had had no contact with the place since.


    ¡ª?What do you mean, you left Solara ?¡ª Max exclaimed, his tone full of urgency and desperation. ¡ªIf you haven''t lived there for years, you''ll have to start over. I hope your mind is lucid and creative enough for that.


    I felt ashamed of my carelessness, but I tried to justify myself. ¡ªI didn¡¯t think I would ever need it. Besides, I didn¡¯t want to cause problems with my family. You know how they get, ¡ª I apologized, feeling the weight of my responsibility for not having properly taken care of something so important to me. ¡ªLet¡¯s go, that planet is over there at the edge of the universe, let me locate the number degrees of that address, ¡ª said Max, pressing the buttons on his portal transporter device.


    After finding my precious notebook in perfect condition, we returned to the planet Zarion where Zyron was located. Star, eager for the success of our mission, impatiently asked if we had found it.


    ¡ªYes, we found it¡ª Max replied, showing him the notebook and passing it to me. ¡ªNow I want you to find the catchiest song or poem that will be useful for our mission¡ª I nodded with determination¡ª okay, let me call the Zenith space station to inform them that I''m okay. Unless you want me to trigger a massive search by the Imperials and the Galactic fleet, and believe me, when they find us, I won''t be able to help you and you two will be in trouble.


    Zyron agreed. ¡ªYou¡¯re right. Let me call them, so we don¡¯t arouse suspicion or face additional problems.


    Max started to dial the number, but before he could complete the call, he asked, ¡ªWhat are you going to tell them now? ¡ª I took a moment to think, then replied with a mischievous grin, ¡ªI¡¯ll tell them that a transporter portal opened in the bathroom and that some madman threw me through it. I¡¯ll claim that I don¡¯t know him.


    Zyron burst out laughing, his laughter echoing through the room. ¡ªI like this guy. He obviously knows you well, Max.


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    Max, though he smiled, looked at me with a look full of fury. ¡ª?What a good joke, you clown! ¡ª he exclaimed sarcastically. ¡ªNow, let me think about what you will tell your family.


    After the exchange of pleasantries, I turned to Max and Zyron with a smile. ¡ªWell, it seems I¡¯ll have to come up with something convincing for my family.


    Max nodded, though his expression still held a slight tension. ¡ªIt¡¯s important that you don¡¯t arouse suspicion. We need everything to go according to plan.


    ¡ªExactly¡ª Zyron agreed, his expression more relaxed¡ªOur mission depends on keeping this secret.


    I nodded, aware of the importance of discretion in our plan. ¡ªGot it. I¡¯ll tell them I had a little mishap, but everything is under control.


    Max seemed satisfied with my answer. ¡ªFine, that should do the trick. But make sure to keep us informed of any developments.


    ¡ªOf course, ¡ª I replied with determination. ¡ªNow, let¡¯s get to work with this notebook. We need to find the perfect song for our mission.


    Zyron and Max nodded, and together we delved into the contents of the notebook, searching for inspiration for our next step.


    With my nerves on edge, I entered the special room that Zyron Star had prepared for us. I looked around, impressed by the amount of musical equipment that filled the room: microphones, keyboards, instruments of all kinds and a pair of headphones that indicated I was ready to go.


    Over the intercom, Max gave me clear instructions: ¡ªI¡¯ll turn on the music. Start singing now.


    I nodded, trying to control my racing heartbeat. I took a deep breath and prepared to begin. With the notebook in hand, I began to read the lyrics of the song we had chosen. My lips trembled slightly at first, but then I let the melody and words flow through me.


    With each note, I tried to convey the emotion and passion behind the lyrics. Even though it had been years since I had last sung, I gave myself over completely to the moment, hoping that my voice could live up to expectations.


    ?Would this song be living up to Max and Zyron Star''s expectations? ?Could this song really lead us to success in our mission? I finished the song with a sigh of relief, hoping that my performance had been enough. Now, all that was left to do was wait for my fellow performers'' reaction on the other end of the intercom.


    After I finished singing, I waited in silence, my heart pounding in my chest, as I waited for any sign from Max and Zyron. Star. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could barely contain my nervousness as I awaited her verdict.


    It was a few eternal moments before I heard Max¡¯s voice over the intercom. ¡ª?Amazing! ?That was amazing! ¡ª he exclaimed, his excitement clearly ringing through his words. ¡ª?You have an incredible talent!


    A sigh of relief escaped my lips upon hearing those words of praise. I was overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude, knowing that my efforts had paid off. ¡ªThank you, ¡ª I replied, feeling a surge of happiness and relief flood through my being.


    Zyron Star also expressed his satisfaction. ¡ªI¡¯m impressed. That song will definitely take us far in our mission. You¡¯re a real talent.


    A proud smile formed on my face as I took in his words. It was a moment of triumph, one I would remember for a long time.


    With renewed determination, I prepared for the next steps of our plan. I knew we had a lot of work ahead of us, but with the talent and determination of our team, we were ready to face any challenge that stood in our way to success.


    I had been able to change my physique and image without any problems, making sure that I would not be recognized by the rest of the people. After all, my face as Imperial leader was registered in every station and in every space headquarters. With this precaution, we arrived at Lunaris , the advanced and civilized lunar station that spread across several craters. We entered its intricate network of tunnels, domes and platforms, with Zyron Star leading the way thanks to his influential friend at the station. This friend would provide us with the invaluable opportunity to enter a singing competition, an opportunity that could mark the beginning of my rise among today''s most recognized artists.


    Guided by Zyron , we headed towards the venue where the competition would be held. As we approached, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. This would be my chance to showcase my talent in front of an unknown audience, hoping to gain their support and recognition.


    Once inside the venue, we met Zyron ''s friend, who welcomed us with enthusiasm and provided us with all the details about the competition. We quickly signed up, and soon I found myself on stage, ready to give it my all.


    The atmosphere was charged with energy as I began to sing. I let the music flow through me, concentrating on conveying every emotion and every word of the song. Time seemed to stop as I immersed myself in the melody, focused on giving my best.


    At the end of my performance, the audience erupted in applause and cheers, and I felt a surge of satisfaction and relief. I had given it my best shot and hoped that my effort would be enough to impress the judges and the audience.


    Now, all that was left was to wait for the results and see if my performance had been enough to earn me a place among the most prominent singers of Lunaris and, hopefully, open the doors to new opportunities in my musical career. An hour later, the long-awaited moment arrived: the announcement of the winner. The tension in the air was palpable as we anxiously awaited the results. They started from third place and worked their way up to first place, with Max showing palpable anxiety, Zyron Star is full of euphoria waiting for the result, and I am trying to stay calm and not look too anxious.


    Finally, the decisive moment arrived. With a knot in my stomach, I listened intently as they announced the first place. And then, to my shock and disbelief, my name was announced as the winner. I couldn''t believe it. It was an overwhelming feeling, a moment that took my breath away.


    Even though I had placed first in the competition, I still had a hard time believing what was happening. Had I really won? Was this really happiness? As the reality of my victory began to sink in, I was overwhelmed with a mix of excitement, disbelief, and gratitude. This was a moment I would never forget, a milestone on my path to success as an artist.


    Of course, the name they announced was not my own. At that point, we had to improvise a stage name: Sirius Starlight. With this new alias, my music career took off and Zyron Star became my mentor and manager.


    With the momentum of our victory in the singing competition, Zyron began to move into the music world with determination. He created an artistic schedule packed with concerts, events and recording sessions. However, we knew that achieving our larger goals would take time.


    Our true purpose went beyond fame and success in music. We had a plan to bring to justice certain corrupt companies that trafficked in people and drugs. This was our ultimate goal, and we were willing to put all our effort and dedication into achieving it.


    As we immersed ourselves in the music world, we also worked secretly to gather the necessary information and map out our plan to expose the truth and hold those responsible accountable. We knew it wouldn''t be easy, but we were determined to see it through, not just for ourselves, but for all the victims of these heinous crimes.


    Definitely being in charge as the imperial sumo and at the same time leading a career as a singer with responsibilities and obligations of a completely different person is exhausting. Combining both roles involves a delicate balance between two very different worlds, each with its own demands and challenges.


    On the one hand, as Imperial High Command, you are responsible for leading your people, making important decisions, and ensuring that your space station thrives and is protected. This comes with a considerable workload and the need to always be on the alert for any threats or situations that may arise.


    On the other hand, as a singer, you must commit to your art, hone your talent and fulfill your professional commitments in the music industry. This involves rehearsals, recordings, live performances and a hectic schedule that demands time and energy.


    Balancing these two facets of your life can be physically and emotionally exhausting. It requires efficient time management, the ability to stay focused on multiple tasks, and above all, a great deal of determination and passion for both areas of your life.


    It''s important to remember to take care of yourself and seek out moments of rest and relaxation whenever possible. Facing these responsibilities can be challenging, but it''s also rewarding to know that you''re contributing meaningfully in both the political and artistic realms.


    It had already been two years working undercover as Sirius Starlight.


    Max came into my dressing room and brought me out of my thoughts with his energetic voice.


    ¡ª?Ready for the concert? ¡ª he asked, with his characteristic smile.


    ¡ªThat''s right, ¡ª I replied with determination. ¡ªHow many have we had this month?


    ¡ªWe''ve done six in total, ¡ª Max reported, as he looked through some papers.


    ¡ªTen, ¡ª I corrected, surprised. I hadn¡¯t realized we¡¯d made so many.


    ¡ªWell, it¡¯s time for you to get ready, ¡ª Max said, turning to me. ¡ªThere¡¯s still an hour until you can start singing, and you need to change your physical appearance.


    I nodded confidently. ¡ªDon¡¯t worry, I¡¯ve already planned everything, ¡ª I replied as I mentally reviewed Sirius¡¯ appearance.


    Max looked at me curiously. ¡ªHave you already thought about how you will introduce yourself as Sirius today?


    ¡ªOf course, ¡ª I said with a smile. ¡ªSirius is a young man, with short, straight hair in shades of black and brown. His eyes are blue, and his face has an intelligent and friendly expression. He will be dressed in casual, comfortable clothing, as always.


    Max nodded approvingly. ¡ªSounds good. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll make a splash once again.


    With a grateful smile, I stood up and headed towards the dressing area to prepare for the concert. I was ready to take on the role of Sirius Starlight and leave an indelible mark on the stage once again.


    The stage was full of energy when Zyron Star and I headed over to him. We rode up the elevator, ready to start the show with a burst of fireworks. The excitement was palpable in the air as I prepared to interact with the audience and give the concert my best shot.


    Everything was going according to plan until, thirty minutes later, a deafening boom shook the place. The sound of the explosion echoed in my ears, leaving me dazed and unbalanced. My abilities and powers, linked to vibration, depended greatly on the sensitivity of my ears, and the impact of the explosion affected me deeply.


    I stumbled and fell to my knees, struggling to stay upright as I watched people frantically run around the stage. Amidst the chaos, Zyron and Max appeared beside me. Zyron seemed to be talking to someone, but the ringing in my ears prevented me from hearing clearly.


    Max came over to me and took me by the arms, leading me off the stage amidst the confusion and commotion. Although I was dazed and disoriented, I trusted Max to get me to safety while we tried to understand what was happening and how we could protect ourselves.


    In the midst of the confusion and commotion, Max led me to a safe place, a dark cellar of sorts where we could recover from the shock of the explosion. He knew my power and its challenges, and he knew how to help me find balance when my energy was destabilized. Few knew the true source of my power: the ?theris Gem, an ancient relic that granted me abilities related to vibration and tones, but which could also trigger a dangerous imbalance in my being if activated uncontrolled.


    Max dropped me off at a seat and hurried off to find a switch to turn on the light. Meanwhile, Zyron entered the cellar, and I could hear them talking quietly as Max searched for the switch. When he finally found a box and turned it on, a soft, steady sound filled the space, helping me find my center and balance my energy.


    With the comforting sound in the background, my senses slowly began to return. I could hear clearly, and my mind began to function again, allowing me to process what was happening around me. I silently thanked Max and Zyron for their care and attention, who were always there to support me through the most difficult times.


    After a moment of tense calm, Max broke the silence by asking Zyron what had happened outside.


    From what I have been able to understand and what they told me is that there seems to be a confrontation between two rival gangs, ¡ª Zyron responded.


    Zyron ''s response seemed to increase Max''s irritation.


    Of course, and they had to choose this place and day to confront them. Oh God! There''s only one thing to do to those thugs: a laser beam to the head to eliminate those problems completely ¡ª Max exclaimed angrily.


    ¡ªCome on, don''t get so upset, ¡ª Zyron tried to calm him down. ¡ªThese things happen sometimes.


    ¡ªYou don''t understand, Zyron. Terry can''t be in the middle of conflicts like this. If we get caught, we''re dead, it''s that simple, not to mention that... ¡ª Max stopped abruptly, thinking about something else, and then closed his mouth.


    ¡ª?Not counting what? ¡ª Zyron asked , curious.


    ¡ªYou wouldn''t understand, Zyron, and it''s better that you don''t know either, ¡ª Max replied irritatedly, while Zyron looked at him with a confused expression.


    ¡ª Okay ¡ª I intervened, trying to smooth things over ¡ª If we get to this point, it''s better that I know. Besides, we''re all three involved in this, we can''t have secrets on such an important project. Only the three of us can help each other in these situations.


    Zyron said, showing his bewilderment. ¡ªI feel like I missed something or turned the wrong corner? What¡¯s going on?


    ¡ªI''ll show you, ¡ª I promised, touching his temples and sending him mental images so he could better understand everything about me, my brothers, and the ?theris Gem.


    Once Zyron found out everything, he had to sit down. He couldn''t believe the magnitude of everything that was happening, or rather, I think he was just beginning to feel that magnitude and was trying to wrap his head around it all. Max looked at him sternly and warned him:


    If you speak even one word or I find out that you have opened your mouth, you will know who I really am, Zyron. No one else must know this but you and I. If Terry told you, it is because it is something important for you to know, nothing more. That is why I have allowed you to know.


    The tension in the hold was palpable, as if the very darkness surrounding us was steeped in secrets and danger. Zyron, visibly shaken by the revelation of the true nature of my power, nodded silently, trying to clear his mind of intrusive thoughts.


    Max, with his knowledge of my power and its implications, understood the risk we were taking in revealing our truth to Zyron. He grabbed Zyron by the lapels of his jacket, warning him of the weight of the information he was now sharing.


    ¡ªYou better, ¡ª Max said in a serious tone, ¡ªTerry is risking not only his own life, but that of his entire family by showing you this.


    I intervened, trying to calm the tension between them and reinforce confidence in Zyron.


    ¡ªLet it go, Max. You know Zyron can be trusted. He won''t risk this project. Besides, we''ve been working together for two years. You should know him well enough to know we can trust him.


    Max, visibly affected by the situation and the stress of the moment, apologized to Zyron for his reaction.


    ¡ªOkay, ¡ª Max said, letting go of Zyron. ¡ªI¡¯m sorry I reacted like that. I¡¯m just irritated by everything that¡¯s happening. Forgive me, Zyron.


    ¡ª I forgive you, Max. It''s no problem. I understand that we''re all dealing with a lot right now ¡ª Zyron replied, trying to calm the waters.


    We decided it was time to leave the warehouse and return to our office to assess the situation. Zyron pressed a button on the wall and a secret door opened, revealing a dark forest on the outskirts of the stadium. We stepped through the door and it closed behind us, leaving us alone in the quiet of the forest.


    However, our brief peace was interrupted when we heard rapid footsteps approaching us. Before we could react, we found ourselves surrounded by a horde of masked and armed men.


    Confusion gripped us as we tried to understand what was happening. Suddenly, two familiar figures emerged from the group: Sadeth and Anubis.


    ¡ªYou thought you could escape us, ¡ª Sadeth said, pointing a sonic pulse weapon at us.


    ¡ª ?Friends of yours, Terry? ¡ª Zyron asked, puzzled.


    ¡ªThey''re not friends, they''re enemies ¡ª I replied with frustration ¡ª They''re looking for the ?theris Gem.


    Sadeth approached me and with a wave of his weapon, unleashed a wave of pain in my head, forcing me to reveal my true form.


    ¡ªThat''s better, ¡ª Sadeth said , pleased with his manipulation. ¡ªIf we''re going to kill you, it''s better that you die in your original form.


    With my true identity exposed, I knew we were in danger. I had to find a way to protect my friends and stop Sadeth and Anubis before it was too late.


    I focused my mind on the urgent task of protecting my friends and stopping Sadeth and Anubis. I remembered the deep connection they both had to the ?theris Gem, a power that consumed them and drove them to violent, desperate actions.


    Sadeth, once a respected scientist, had strayed into darkness by manipulating demonic energy in his quest to help those tainted by it. Anubis, his godson and collaborator, had followed in his footsteps and fallen into the same abyss of corruption and unbridled ambition.


    The thirst for power had driven them to seek the ?theris Gem, and now we were caught in their deadly game.


    As Sadeth and Anubis approached with their weapons in hand, a flash of determination surged through me. I knew I couldn''t allow the Stone to fall into the hands of those who would use it for evil purposes.


    I focused my energy, fighting the dizziness caused by Sadeth ''s attack, and searched deep within me for the strength to face this threat. My friends trusted me to protect them, and I would not let them down.


    With a cry of determination, I prepared to face Sadeth and Anubis, ready to fight to the end to stop the darkness from taking over the ?theris Gem and destroying everything I held dear.


    I had to harness my true power if we were to escape this chaotic situation. With precise, stealthy movements, I generated a discharge of light energy that dazzled Sadeth and Anubis¡¯ men, forcing them to momentarily retreat and providing us with an opportunity to escape. I gestured for Zyron and Max to follow me as we headed into the forest for shelter.


    Meanwhile, Sadeth ordered his men to attack us, unleashing a hail of laser beams that echoed through the air, destroying everything in their path and creating even more chaos on the scene. Our only goal was to get away as quickly as possible and find a safe place where we could recover and plan our next move.


    Once we were a safe distance away in the forest, we decided to take a short break to assess our situation and plan our next steps. Meanwhile, Sadeth was gathering his men and discussing his plans to capture us.


    Sadeth, with a furious expression on his face, gathers his men in a circle, surrounded by the gloom of the forest. His eyes shine with determination as he begins to speak in an authoritative tone.


    ¡ª Damn! I can¡¯t believe they got away from us again! ¡ª Sadeth exclaims, her voice filled with frustration. ¡ª But it doesn¡¯t matter. They¡¯ll be back soon. They know they can¡¯t hide for long.


    His men nod decisively, ready to follow his orders without question. They know Sadeth is a formidable leader and are prepared to follow him to the end.


    Sadeth continues, his gaze scanning the dark forest around him. ¡ªWe have to find them before they can escape this moon. We cannot allow them to interfere with our plans to obtain the ?theris Gem.


    Sadeth ''s men nod, ready to obey his orders and carry out whatever action is necessary to capture their targets.


    ¡ªSplit up your teams and search every corner of this damn forest¡ª Sadeth orders, determination in his voice. ¡ªDon¡¯t rest until you¡¯ve found them. And remember, I want those intruders alive. They have valuable information that we need.


    With a wave of his hand, Sadeth dismisses his men, who disperse into the darkness of the forest, determined to accomplish their mission and capture their enemies at all costs.


    We found shelter in a cave deep enough that we would not be easily found.


    ¡ª?Can you open a transporter portal? ¡ª Zyron asked Max.


    ¡ªI can''t, the box was destroyed by the laser beams they threw at us.


    ¡ªI''ll open a portal, ¡ª I said. ¡ªThere''s no need to panic, I''ll open it and we''ll leave here quietly.


    ¡ªDo it, while I check that they are not following us ¨C said Max


    With a quick movement of my hand, I opened the portal without a hitch. Once open, the three of us rushed through, and in an instant, the portal closed behind us, leaving no trace of our presence behind.


    Zyron ''s office, each of us looking for a seat to catch our breath: me on the couch, Max in an armchair and Zyron in his office chair, with a serious expression on his face.


    ¡ª?What an intense experience, huh? ¡ª Zyron commented , trying to break the tense silence. ¡ªThose guys are always after you?


    It¡¯s a constant, my friend ¡ª I sighed, feeling the weight of each encounter with Sadeth and Anubis. ¡ª They never seem to rest, always lurking, always searching.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s really exhausting, ¡ª Max nodded, frowning as he recalled the dark eyes of his opponents. ¡ªDid you see those eyes? They were pure evil.


    ¡ªOf course, it''s the result of absorbing so much demonic energy ¡ª I explained, trying to ease the tension. ¡ª But well, friends, I must go. I can''t afford to prolong my absence, and my relatives must not know that I have faced the enemies of the family. So, let''s keep quiet about it.


    ¡ªAnd who would believe us? ¡ª Zyron interjected , a note of disbelief in his voice. ¡ªEven I¡¯m struggling to understand all this.


    ¡ªWell, it''s time to go ¡ª I announced, activating my ability to open a portal. ¡ª See you soon, friends. Hopefully, less eventful than this time.


    With one last glance at my friends, I walked through the portal and arrived at my dormitory at Zenith, grateful for the chance to rest after such a tumultuous day.

 CHAPTER 6: BETWEEN STARS AND PROMISES: A DAY OF LOVE IN OMEGARA.

    In the vibrant heart of the planet Omegara , Castle Whittaker was in a whirlwind of activity. Its inhabitants, constantly coming and going, filled the halls with life and movement. When Terry, ready for the day in his majestic imperial robes, left the serenity of his bedroom, he found himself in a scene of frenzy that left him perplexed. The reason behind such turmoil was unknown to him until his path crossed that of Ashtar, his brother.


    ¡ª?What¡¯s going on? ¡ª Terry asked, searching for understanding amid the chaos.


    ¡ª?Did you forget? ¡ª Ashtar replied, with a mixture of surprise and amusement. ¡ªIt''s the day of love, couples... you know how the castle transforms on this day, especially the women of our family. Everything must be perfect for the start of the celebration. All the men have been recruited to organize the event. But you still have time to


    ¡ªrun away, ¡ª he continued with a smile, placing his hand on Terry¡¯s shoulder and whispering in his ear that Zahork still believed he was asleep, thus offering him the opportunity to escape to work while he covered for him.


    ¡ªI appreciate your complicity, brother, ¡ª Terry replied, and without wasting a second, he activated a transport portal that catapulted him out of the castle, heading for the imperial planet Zenith. He reflected on how his uncle Darius probably wouldn''t accompany him on his workday, busy as he would be with the preparations and celebrations inside the castle. Terry reproached himself for having forgotten that the day in question was celebrated throughout the universe, making it one of the most serene periods for those who, like him, decided to concentrate on their usual tasks. He then remembered that the feast of love extended for two days, because, in certain remote parts of the cosmos, the loving vibration took a while to arrive, thus setting the 14th and 15th as the days designated for the festivity.


    The epicenter of these celebrations was in Orion, where a divine being known as Valerius, the God of Love, prepared himself three weeks in advance, concentrating in his being a powerful charge of loving energy. When the 14th arrived, Valerius released this energy into the cosmos, touching every corner, every planet and every being with his warmth. After his monumental effort,


    He would retreat to the CRRA (assisted recovery chamber) where he would spend a week recuperating and energizing his body and mind, before continuing with his divine duties for the rest of the year. The magnitude of this event in Orion attracted the attention of all the military forces, destined to protect the celebration.


    Terry imagined his brother Rodrick alongside his inseparable friend, Azrael Maclachlan , Emperor of Orion and husband of Inanna Galbraith, taking part in security for the event.


    With these thoughts in mind, Terry arrived at his office in Zenith through the portal. The silence of his office contrasted with the bustle of Whittaker Castle. He was about to review the documents on his desk, immersing himself in the tasks at hand, when Vicenzo burst into the room with a folder in his hands. The workday was beginning, far from the fervour of Valentine''s Day, but with the certainty that his brother Ashtar was covering his absence, allowing him to devote himself to his imperial obligations with the tranquillity that only distance could offer.


    ¡ªYour Excellency, I present to you the documents you requested yesterday. I found them without difficulty, ¡ª announced Vicenzo, handing me the folder with a respectful gesture.


    ¡ª I appreciate your diligence, Vicenzo ¡ª I replied, taking the folder in my hands. ¡ª Tell me, have you discovered anything else about this information? Is there anything new that we should know about? ¡ª


    ¡ªUnfortunately, we only confirmed what we already knew. Even though 20 years have passed, we have not found any new information¡ª Vicenzo said, his voice tinged with frustration.


    How disheartening to hear that. This case remains unsolved, which, given its seriousness, suggests the intervention of hidden and powerful forces bent on hiding the truth¡ªI mused aloud, considering the implications of our stalled investigation.


    ¡ªChanging the subject, Your Excellency. This sealed note has arrived for you; the sender is a mystery, but the symbol on the seal should be familiar to you¡ª commented Vicenzo, handing me the letter marked with a red wax seal bearing the emblem of the Cypher family, linked both to Max, colleague of my younger brother Rodrick, and to me.


    ¡ªI understand, ¡ª I muttered, thanking him before proceeding to open the note. Its content was a summons to the planet Solara, accompanied by coordinates.


    required for the trip through the S transport portal (45, 10, 0.1, 90). With a gesture, I dissolved the paper using my magic power, removing any trace of the message.


    ¡ªVicenzo, what is my agenda for today? ¡ª I asked, anticipating the need to reorganize my day.


    ¡ªLet me check, ¡ª he replied, fiddling with his electronic diary. With a touch of his pen, he projected a detailed hologram of my appointments, meticulously arranged by time and subject.


    After reviewing the appointments, I requested, ¡ªI want us to reschedule the last three meetings for tomorrow. ¡ª Vicenzo looked at me, surprised by the request. It was well known that during my long military career, I rarely altered my schedule. My assistants were accustomed to my reluctance to make last-minute changes.


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    Zahori¡¯s previous warnings about the consequences of missing certain events.


    ¡ª It¡¯s not what you think,¡ª I assured her. But before I could give her any more details, a commotion broke out outside. It was Zahori, who had arrived unexpectedly. The Imperial space station Zenith, known for its foolproof security, required a special keycard for access. It seemed Zahori had forgotten hers at the castle, and security wouldn¡¯t let her through.


    I watched, almost in admiration mixed with a hint of apprehension, as my wife, furious, showed off her magic and psionic power, throwing the guards away with a simple gesture of her hands. Zahori was no ordinary wife; in fact, I had created her a decade ago in a laboratory, using my knowledge of biotechnology, reproductive medicine, embryology and andrology. The need to keep my secret and ensure my safety had led me to this unique solution: to create a companion capable of understanding and sharing my life.


    However, Zahori had turned out to be more tempestuous than I had ever imagined. My father, with his usual sense of humor, did not miss the opportunity to comment on her character: ¡ª?Did you have to make her fiercer than you? ¡ª His question brought a mocking smile from me, although deep down I knew I had not anticipated such intensity in her personality.


    In these tense moments, only one person could calm Zahori: my mother. She had achieved the seemingly impossible: earning my wife''s respect and adoration. Zahori respected and revered her as her own mother, a bond that had been forged in the fire of adversity and strengthened with each challenge overcome together. But on this occasion, my mother was not present to intervene, and the responsibility of calming the storm fell on me.


    With determination, I headed toward the entrance, where Zahori continued his confrontation with security. As I approached, the intensity of his psionic aura became more palpable, a physical manifestation of his fury and determination.


    ¡ª ?Zahori !¡ª I exclaimed, using my own energy to create a calming field around us, temporarily dulling his anger. ¡ª?What¡¯s wrong?


    She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with mixed emotions. ¡ª?Terry, did you really think you were going to be away on the day of love? ¡ª Her voice, though laden with reproach, also revealed a vulnerability she rarely allowed others to see.


    I paused, mulling over my words before answering. ¡ªZahori , it was never my intention to push you away, especially today. The meeting I had scheduled was important, but not as important as you are to me.


    His gaze softened, and though there was still a shadow of doubt, there was also hope. ¡ªTerry, sometimes I feel like your obligations consume you so much that you forget about us.


    ¡ªI appreciate your sincerity, and I am deeply sorry for making you feel that way¡ª I said remorsefully. ¡ªToday, I want to do things right. Let''s forget about the meeting. We will dedicate this day of love to celebrate our love and our union, here, together.


    A genuine smile lit up his face, dispelling any trace of tension between us. ¡ª?Are you really going to cancel your plans for me?


    ¡ªOf course. Today, you are my only commitment¡ª I assured, and with a gesture of my hand, I sent a signal to Vicenzo to cancel the meeting, demonstrating my commitment to her above all else.


    As Zahori and I walked back inside, I felt grateful for the opportunity to make amends. Despite the challenges we faced, our love had the strength to overcome them. On this day of love, we decided to put aside worries and challenges to focus on what really mattered: our relationship. We headed to my office, not to work, but to plan how we would spend the rest of the day together, exploring ways to celebrate our bond and reaffirm our commitment to one another.


    ¡ªHow about we take a stroll through the palace gardens? We can enjoy the scenery and maybe have a picnic at sunset, ¡ª I suggested, imagining a peaceful and romantic setting for us.


    Zahori nodded, excited by the idea. ¡ª?I¡¯d love to. And then, how about we go stargazing? You¡¯ve always said that every constellation has its own story, and I¡¯d like you to share some of them with me. ¡ª


    ¡ªThat¡¯s a wonderful idea, ¡ª I replied, touched by her interest in sharing activities that I was passionate about. ¡ªToday, the entire universe will witness our love.


    As we were organizing the details, I realized that this day of love would be unforgettable, not only because of the activities we had planned, but because of the meaning behind each gesture: a reminder of the power of our connection and the importance of prioritizing our love above all else.


    On this day of love, Zahori and I rediscovered the joy of simply being together, remembering that despite the demands of the outside world and the responsibilities that weighed on our shoulders, our love was a safe haven, an inexhaustible source of strength and happiness.


    The walk through the palace gardens felt like a respite, a chance to reconnect with nature and with each other. We walked hand in hand, admiring the beauty of the meticulously manicured landscaping, the flowers in full bloom, and the gentle murmur of the water in the fountains. This quiet moment allowed us to share thoughts and dreams, strengthening our bond.


    As the sun began to dip below the horizon, setting the stage for a spectacular sunset, we spread a blanket on the grass and sat down to enjoy our picnic. The simple yet delicious flavors of the foods we had brought complemented the perfection of the moment, each bite a reminder of the simple pleasures in life that we often overlook.


    With the sky turning orange and pink, Zahori leaned on my shoulder, sighing happily. ¡ªThis is the best day of love I could have ever imagined, ¡ª she murmured, watching the sun completely say goodbye, giving way to the first star of the night.


    ¡ªAnd it¡¯s not over yet, ¡ª I reminded him with a smile, excited for the next part of our evening. Once darkness completely enveloped the garden, I pulled out a small telescope I had prepared beforehand. Carefully adjusting it, I pointed it toward the starry sky.


    ¡ªCome, let me show you something special, ¡ª I invited Zahori, guiding her to look through the telescope. I had focused it on a constellation that I had always felt symbolized our union: Cygnus, the swan. ¡ªLegend has it that these stars represent eternal love, two souls destined to find each other across time and space.


    Zahori stared in wonder, her face illuminated by the starlight. ¡ªIt¡¯s beautiful, Terry. And to think that somewhere out there, there¡¯s an entire universe waiting to be explored together.


    That night, under the starry canopy, we renewed our promises of love and support for each other, knowing that no matter what challenges we faced, our love would be the beacon that would guide us through the darkness. The day of love became a celebration of our shared history and the endless possibilities that lay before us.


    At that magical moment, with the universe as witness to our love, I approached Zahori, wrapping her in my arms. Our eyes met, reflecting the depth of our feelings, and without the need for words, we immersed ourselves in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that sealed our promises, a meeting of souls that spoke of an eternal and true love. The passion we shared in that instant seemed to stop time, uniting our hearts even more if possible.


    As the kiss deepened, the world around us faded away, leaving us alone in our own universe of love and desire. The intensity of our emotions intertwined with the beauty of the night sky, creating a moment of absolute connection that neither of us would ever forget.


    When we finally pulled away, still holding each other and breathing heavily, the smiles on our faces said everything our words couldn''t. In that instant, we knew that no matter what the future held, because together, as an unbeatable team, we would overcome any adversity.


    The day of love had been a day of reunion, discovery and, above all, of reaffirmation of the unbreakable love that Zahori and I shared. With our hearts overflowing with happiness, we returned to the palace, ready to face whatever came together, with the certainty that our love was a powerful force capable of overcoming any challenge.


    As we returned to the castle, our hearts full and our souls rejuvenated, we knew that this day would be remembered not just as a celebration of love, but as a testament to the power of human connection to transcend the trivialities of everyday life and find magic in the simplest of moments. Together, we had created memories that we would cherish forever, a silent promise that no matter what, we would face the future hand in hand, with boundless love and hope.

 CHAPTER 7 HARMONY AND DISCORD: UNMASKING THE SHADOW ON THE STAGE

    As we made our way back to the castle, I discreetly stepped aside to take an incoming holographic call on my portable LumiCom. I opted to retreat to the bathroom, seeking privacy for this unexpected conversation. It was Max, who seemed to be impatient with my delay.


    ¡ª?Where have you been, Terry? We''re waiting for you, ¡ª Max reproached in a tone that oscillated between concern and annoyance.


    With a slight smile, I replied, ¡ª?Did you forget what day it is, Max?


    ¡ªOf course, Valentine''s Day and all that pomp, ¡ª he replied, his voice denoting a slight disdain for the holiday.


    ¡ª For you it may be ¡åpomposity¡å, but you should know that, for the women in my family, this day is of great importance. Zahori almost made a scandal for not spending time together, so I had no choice but to dedicate the whole day to her¡ª I explained, trying to make her understand the delicacy of the situation.


    Max let out a sigh before suggesting, ¡ªYou could have warned me. Or better yet, brought her with you.


    I raised an eyebrow, incredulous at his proposal. ¡ªOh, sure, because it would be great to say to him: ¡åLook, I''m the famous intergalactic star Sirius Starlight, and we''re on a crusade against star mafias. Come with me and put your life at risk. ¡å I''m sure he''d love it,


    ¡ª I said, my irritation palpable in every word.


    ¡ªCome on, Terry, it''s not that big of a deal. I was just mentioning it because she can probably keep your secret. I doubt she''s the type to go around revealing information¡ª Max tried to calm the waters, his tone now more conciliatory.


    I admitted, not without some resignation, ¡ªYes, she is aware, as is the rest of the family. Although, oddly, the women seem to talk about Sirius more. I think I am some kind of idol to them, ¡ª I said,


    allowing myself a smile at the irony of the situation. ¡ªAlthough, I must say, my male relatives don¡¯t find it very funny. Every time I appear on screen, they complain that women ask them to be quiet so they can listen to me.


    Max couldn''t help but laugh. ¡ªNow that''s a dilemma. No man likes his partner to admire another man, even if it''s just a singer. Jealousy always finds its way.


    Our conversation, though tinged with recriminations and sarcasm, ended on a light note, reminding us that despite the complications and secrets we deal with, friendship and love find ways to weave themselves into the fabric of our lives, even in the most unexpected circumstances.


    Max was quick to insist, his voice echoing through the holographic call on my portable LumiCom . ¡ªCome on, Terry. We¡¯ve got a concert coming up.


    With a sigh, I replied, ¡ªOkay, but I need to find a way out without my family or Zahori noticing. It¡¯s not that simple here. If I use a portal, my father will detect it instantly. You know, the ?theris Gem has taught him all about magic and granted him unique powers, as well as the secrets of the universe. Escaping from a father like that is no easy task.


    Max laughed. ¡ªI totally understand. I already have my own issues with my father, and he¡¯s just a human.


    ¡ªI¡¯ll see you in an hour. Just give me time to sneak out of the castle and this event, ¡ª I promised, feeling the pressure of time.


    ¡ªHurry up, because we have a full house. You know how fans get when their idol is late.


    ¡ªYes, I know, ¡ª I remembered, thinking of those previous concerts and the chaos caused by a group of unbridled fans.


    ¡ªI¡¯ll see what I can do, ¡ª I concluded, ending the call. Just then, someone knocked on the door. ¡ª?It¡¯s busy! ¡ª I exclaimed, quickly hiding the LumiCom and turning on the faucet to pretend I was washing my hands. Ashtar entered abruptly.


    ¡ªHey, I didn''t mean to interrupt, but you know how Zahori gets when something is hidden from him.


    ¡ªI know, don''t worry. Everything is under control¡ª I assured.


    Hoping that Zahori hadn¡¯t caused too much trouble in Zenith, Ashtar nodded before heading for the door. I stopped him, placing my hands on his shoulders. ¡ªI need a favor, little brother. There¡¯s an emergency and I need to get to Zenith.


    ¡ªI understand, but today is complicated with all these celebrations¡ª he thought, until an idea lit up on his face¡ªBut I know how you can get out without anyone noticing.


    Following him through the halls to the library, Ashtar activated a secret mechanism, revealing a hidden door. We descended a stone staircase into a cave, and after walking for thirty minutes, we reached a meadow.


    ¡ªYou can open your portal here without anyone knowing. Make sure you remember the coordinates, ¡ª he said, handing me a portal-making device. I thanked him and opened a portal to where Max and Zyron were waiting for me, disappearing just before the portal closed behind me. Ashtar returned to the castle through the same secret path.


    What none of us knew was that Zahori had followed us. Having picked up on the energy from Terry''s portal, he opened his own with the same coordinates and found himself backstage.


    of what seemed to be a concert. Curious, she began to explore the place, observing the various species gathered together in amazement.


    As Zahori inadvertently explored the concert backstage, a guard intercepted her with a stern warning. ¡ªThis place is not open to the general public, ¡ª he told her firmly.


    Trying to apologize, Zahori hurriedly replied, ¡ªSorry, I got lost.


    But the guard, impatient, grabbed her arm, intending to escort her out. Annoyed by his touch, Zahori reacted instinctively, releasing a small lightning bolt from her hand that forced the guard to let go. As she tried to escape from him and his unpleasant smell of sweat, she found herself faced with closed doors and people blocking her way. In her frantic escape, a door burst open just as Terry was leaving. They collided and fell to the ground, Terry instinctively holding her as she tried to free herself. Coming face to face, Zahori recognized her husband.


    ¡ª?Terry?¡ª she asked, surprised.


    Standing quickly, Terry tried to maintain his cover. ¡ªYou¡¯re mistaken, miss. My name is Sirius, ¡ª I replied, desperately wanting to get out of this situation. I wondered how she had gotten there.


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    ¡ªYou can''t fool me, Terry. I recognize your energy¡ª Zahori insisted, just as the guard caught up with us, looking at us suspiciously.


    ¡ª?Do you know her, sir? ¡ª the guard asked.


    I was at a crossroads, knowing that if I denied knowing Zahori, she might cause a scandal with her powers. ¡ªIt¡¯s okay, she¡¯s a fanatic. I¡¯ll take care of it, ¡ª I assured the guard, who, after adjusting his belt with a snort, finally left us alone.


    It was then that Zyron entered, noticing the tension in the air. ¡ª?Who is this lovely young lady?¡ª he asked, addressing Zahori.


    ¡ªShe¡¯s¡­ a fanatic. And she was just leaving, ¡ª I said, hoping to persuade Zahori to leave the place.


    But Zahori was determined to stay. ¡ªLeave? No way, ¡ª she said, closing the dressing room door, leaving the three of us locked inside. ¡ªNow we¡¯ll see if you really aren¡¯t my husband, Terry Whittaker.


    Zyron, anticipating the escalation, tried to mediate. ¡ªPlease, beautiful lady, you are mistaken. This man is not who you think.


    ¡ªGet away, ¡ª Zahori demanded, his gaze dripping with fury.


    Zyron tried to protect me, but with one swift movement, Zahori knocked him away, causing him to crash into the wall. Then, he launched his lightning bolt at me. The energy engulfed me, causing pain that forced me to kneel, revealing my true identity in the midst of torment.


    In that chaotic and revealing encounter, it became clear that secrets and hidden identities could not be maintained forever, especially given the unbreakable bond between Terry and Zahori.


    At that tense moment, the atmosphere became even more charged when Max, the fourth person involved in this web of secrets, entered and closed the door behind him. As he turned around, his gaze fell on the scene before him: his friends and Zahori, whom he already knew as a colleague of his brother-in-law Rodrick.


    ¡ªEverything is ready, ¡ª Max announced, clearly surprised to see Zahori among us.


    Zahor, without wasting a second, confronted him with a direct accusation. ¡ªSo it was you, ¡ª she said, pointing at him with her finger. ¡ªYou, you little vermin, have dragged my husband into this mess.


    Zahori ''s intense gaze, tried to defend himself. ¡ªIt''s not what you think, Zahori, ¡ª he assured, trying to calm the waters.


    Zahori, however, was not so easily convinced. ¡ªI know you well, Max. You are capable of involving half the world in your problems. What did you promise Terry in exchange for his help?


    Trying to ease the tension, Max insisted on his innocence. ¡ªEven though I know you don¡¯t like me, I would never threaten any of my friends to get them to help me. I¡¯ve always been there when you needed me, and I¡¯ve never revealed any secrets about you, ¡ª he explained, trying to deflect the accusation with sincerity.


    Meanwhile, Zyron was struggling to regain his balance and Terry, still reeling from the pain of Zahori ''s attack, was trying to ease the pain by hugging his stomach. Max approached Terry, helping him sit down on a nearby chair.


    Terry, his arms still crossed over his abdomen, reflected on the intensity of Zahori ''s attack. He recalled an incident from years ago, when his wife still had no control over her powers and had nearly rendered him unconscious for a week. At the time, the memory served as a reminder of how dangerous these situations could be not only for him, but for everyone involved.


    Max approached Terry with a look of genuine concern. ¡ª?Are you okay, Terry?¡ª he asked, his tone reflecting his concern.


    ¡ªSomething like that,


    ¡ª I answered, trying to catch my breath. ¡ªThat shock was more intense than expected. ¡ª I leaned forward, hugging my abdomen with my arms crossed, trying to ease the discomfort.


    Max, clearly frustrated, turned to Zahori. ¡ªYou couldn¡¯t control yourself? Terry has an important concert, and look at the state you¡¯ve left him in.¡ª


    Zahori, visibly regretful, lowered her gaze. ¡ªI¡¯m sorry, I think I overstepped, ¡ª she admitted softly, biting her lip in remorse.


    ¡ª?How long will it take you to recover? ¡ª Max asked, searching for solutions.


    ¡ª An hour, I think¡ª I managed to say, my voice weakening.


    Max exhaled in frustration. ¡ªGreat, just what we needed, ¡ª he said sarcastically, looking at Zahori. ¡ªWe have a ton of fans waiting outside.


    It was then that Zyron, regaining his composure, chimed in with an idea. ¡ªI have a solution, ¡ª he proposed, gaining Max¡¯s attention.


    ¡ªAnd what would that be? ¡ª Max asked skeptically.


    ¡ªThe opening acts. There are always local bands willing to play.


    Max frowned. ¡ªWe haven¡¯t planned on having any opening acts.


    ¡ªBut we could search around the city. We''re sure to find a talented band willing to participate¡ª Zyron suggested.


    ¡ªOkay, let¡¯s do it. Let¡¯s find a band worth our time, ¡ª Max agreed. Zyron nodded and, leaning on the wall for balance, left the room to take care of the task.


    Turning to Zahori, Max added, ¡ªAnd you, I hope you will help Terry recover. And please try not to hurt him anymore. ¡ª With those words, Max left the room, leaving Zahori and Terry alone.


    Zahori approached Terry, whose condition required immediate attention. Carefully, he guided him to a bed embedded in the wall of the dressing room, making sure he lay down to rest and recover. ¡ªYou should have told me, ¡ª he gently reproached him, as he arranged him on the bed to make sure he was comfortable and could concentrate on regaining his strength.


    ¡ªI couldn¡¯t, ¡ª Terry whispered, ¡ªI didn¡¯t want to involve you in this.


    Zahori said, taking her hand and kissing her palm. ¡ªBut at least you¡¯re pursuing your passion for music, despite the circumstances.


    ¡ªYeah, that''s the positive side of all this¡ªTerry admitted.


    ¡ªTell me more about this project, ¡ª Zahori asked, eager to understand.


    ¡ª We are working to dismantle corporations that exploit artists by imposing unfair conditions on them. We seek to protect creative freedom and ensure that their rights are respected ¡ª Terry explained.


    ¡ªAnd couldn''t you use your power to solve it more directly? ¡ª Zahori suggested.


    ¡ªYou know I can''t. There are laws and protocols to follow, and I don''t want to expose our family to unnecessary risks, ¡ª Terry replied, highlighting the complexity of his mission.


    ¡ªOkay, I understand perfectly, ¡ª Zahori said , showing his understanding. ¡ªNow focus on recovering. I will send you some of my energy to speed up your recovery and make sure you can perform this concert.


    ¡ªOkay, but if you decide to stay, you will have to change your appearance. Our family cannot know about this mission; only you are aware of it¡ª I said, clearly marking the limits of our complicated situation.


    Zahori nodded without hesitation. ¡ªI have no problem with that. I will be by your side, no matter what. ¡ª Despite the annoyance he felt at imagining Zahori involved in these dangerous matters, he knew it was useless to try to


    dissuade her. Zahori, with his powerful gift and protective instinct, would not allow her to face this challenge alone. Although he preferred to see her in safer environments, such as the garden or enjoying everyday activities, he was aware that her company could be crucial.


    Sensing my thoughts, Zahori stepped forward. ¡ªAnd don¡¯t try to convince me otherwise. Although we haven¡¯t shared many missions, you know well that when we work together, the results are quick and effective.


    Zahori ''s help, I could find a solution more quickly. His involvement might be the decisive factor we needed to overcome the obstacles we were facing.


    Zahori ''s energy and support, I recovered remarkably in just 45 minutes. With renewed strength, I managed to assume the identity of Sirius Starlight again, while Zahori took on the appearance of an enthusiastic singer, supposedly under my protection.


    As I walked onto the stage, something didn''t feel right. A strange energy was disturbing the atmosphere, making it difficult for me to concentrate on the performance. Using my power, I decided to follow that energy trail and, as a precaution, I caused one of the stage lights to fall, without it hurting anyone. This small incident created a necessary pause in the show.


    Back in the dressing room, I explained to everyone the reason behind the interruption. ¡ªI felt a strange energy running through the stage, ¡ª I told them, trying to communicate the seriousness of my perception.


    ¡ªStrange energy, you say?¡ª Zyron inquired , intrigued by my comment.


    ¡ªThey might be using some kind of technology to destabilize the artists, ¡ª I suggested, considering the possibility that there might be deliberate manipulation behind the widespread unrest.


    This revelation led us to consider the complexity of our mission more deeply, encouraging us to be more alert and prepared to face any challenges that might arise.


    The hypothesis of a disruptive energy on the scene prompted an immediate change in our approach. Max, Zyron, Zahori and I met to develop an action plan that would allow us to identify and neutralize the source of the disturbance.


    ¡ªWe need to investigate who or what is behind this, ¡ª Max proposed, always ready to face a challenge. ¡ªIf they are trying to destabilize artists, it could be a tactic of one of those abusive corporations we are fighting against.


    Zyron nodded, his mind already working on possible solutions. ¡ªWe could use modified energy detectors to track anomalies during the concert. If there are any devices or magic at play, we will find them.


    Zahori, for his part, offered to use his energy sensitivity to help with the search. ¡ªI can sense fluctuations in energy. If something or someone is interfering, I will detect it.


    With the plan in place, we proceeded to implement our strategies. Zyron and Max took charge of installing the energy detectors around the stage, while Zahori and I made a preliminary walkthrough to sense any energy anomalies.


    The concert continued, and with our attention divided between the performance and our mission, we kept watch. It wasn''t long before energy detectors pointed out an anomaly in a specific area behind the stage. Zahori, attuned to the vibrations of the place, confirmed the presence of an unusual energy.


    Following the signs, we discovered a hidden device, sophisticated and evidently designed to emit waves that disturbed the well-being of the performers. Max, with his technical knowledge, managed to deactivate it without attracting attention, ensuring that the concert could continue without further interruptions.


    The revelation that someone was attempting to sabotage the event strengthened our resolve to dismantle corrupt practices within the entertainment industry. With the device in our possession, we had the evidence needed to expose those responsible and take legal action against them.


    After the concert, we gathered to celebrate the success of our mission and the elimination of the threat. Zahori, whose intervention was crucial, received recognition from everyone. Although there were initially doubts about her participation, she proved to be an invaluable ally.


    ¡ªThis is just the beginning, ¡ª I declared, looking at my peers. ¡ªTogether, we will make the industry a fair place for all artists.


    The concert was not only a musical victory, but also a step forward in our fight for justice. With our skills and determination united, we felt invincible, ready to face any challenge the mission would throw at us in the future.

 CHAPTER 8 THE DECLINE OF SIRIUS AND THE DAWN OF A NEW DESTINY

    In the twilight gloom that enveloped Whittaker Castle, I returned to my wife, an aura of mystery hanging between us. In a tone of voice charged with urgency, I confided to her:


    ¡ªMy love, it is imperative that you remain silent about the secrets you have discovered today.


    She, with the serenity that characterizes her, responded:


    ¡ªI understand. If it is discovered, your father will create a scandal, and your mother will reproach me for not having informed her.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s not just that, ¡ª I continued. ¡ªMy father, with his particular way of seeing things, will impose restrictions on us. We will lose our freedoms and he will subject us to constant surveillance, just like the rest of our relatives.


    With an understanding smile, she caressed my face and sealed our promise with a kiss.


    ¡ªDon''t worry, my love. Your secret is safe with me. Besides, I''m just as committed to this mission as you are. Now, let me go prepare dinner.


    After the concert, Terry''s life returned to a superficial calm. Zahori, without inquiring into his nights out, seemed more forthcoming. It was on a Thursday, while Terry was consumed by his work routine, that a call from Max through the LumiCom interrupted the monotony.


    ¡ªHi, Terry. ?How have you been spending these days of ¡ªrest¡ª? ¡ªasked Max, in a joking tone.


    ¡ª?Rest?¡ª I replied with a mocking smile. ¡ªSince when do I have a break? My workday is Monday to Monday, without a break.


    ¡ªOh, poor boy, ¡ª Max said, feigning tears. ¡ªThey exploit this poor boy so much.


    Terry answered Max''s unexpected call seriously. ¡ª?What did you call me for?


    Max, always playful, replied Can''t I just call my great friend Terry Whittaker for no reason? Don''t be jealous.


    I let out a mocking laugh before Max shared his discovery. ¡ªYou remember the device from the concert, right? The one that affected the artists with its frequencies. I took it apart, found its source and those responsible for the sabotage.


    ¡ªThat¡¯s great, ¡ª I acknowledged. ¡ªNow we can act against them with concrete evidence.


    ¡ªThe problem is that these individuals have powerful influences. We cannot touch them easily.


    I frowned, aware of the challenge. ¡ªThen we have a dilemma, ¡ª I muttered.


    My friend Max, thoughtful, suggested a possible solution involving special abilities, which made me reluctant to the idea. ¡ªYou know I can''t use my energy for that. My family might get involved.


    Max tried to convince me, arguing that conventional methods had failed and that my family was unlikely to find out¡ª?and how would they find out if we got rid of the evidence?


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    Although I was uncomfortable, I remembered a similar conversation with Zahori, who had also suggested I use my powers to solve the problem without raising suspicion.


    ¡ªOkay, ¡ª I finally gave in, ¡ªbut this matter remains between us.¡ª


    ¡ªTrust me, I''m a genius at these things, ¡ª Max assured, sealing the plan in secrecy.


    The concert we had planned as part of our meticulous strategy was to take place on the exotic planet Caeloria. There couldn¡¯t have been a more perfect location for our covert operations; the alien environment offered an unbeatable setting. The two weeks leading up to the event were absolute chaos for me. I was caught in a whirlwind of commitments, alternating between my Imperial duties and my singing career. Between autograph signings, endless interviews, and preparations, I barely had time to think. But in reality, all of that worked in my favor: my busy schedule was the perfect excuse to avoid home. The same was true for Zahori . We both seemed to run away from home, immersed in our occupations, which made our relatives misinterpret our estrangement as a need to spend more time alone, leaving us in peace.


    When we finally arrived in Caeloria, I became Sirius Starlight. Adopting that identity offered me a freedom that Terry, the Emperor, would never have. Zahori


    Her appearance also changed, she was now Luna Solaris, with her brown skin, light brown hair and green eyes. A drastic change from her true self, with white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. This new look was not just a matter of aesthetics; it was part of our tactics for the mission.


    The concert began with an overwhelming energy. I could feel the crowd connecting with every note we played, every move we made. As the lights pulsed to the music, Zahori and I, along with our allies, scanned the audience. We knew the saboteurs were there, and over the course of those two hours we identified them one by one. Max, ever efficient, sent out an invitation to each of them, unambiguously: we knew what they had done, and now they had no choice but to show up at the meeting we had arranged. There would be no escape.


    We ended the concert with a final resonant chord, and as we stepped down from the stage, Max and Zyron were waiting for us. I still felt the adrenaline running through my veins when Zyron, with a firm and determined look, announced:


    ¡ªIt''s time to face our adversaries.


    We headed toward our destination in the Astrocar, a sleek, aerodynamically designed vehicle with a silver finish that gleamed under the city lights. The ride was short, but the tension grew with every mile. When we reached the designated winery, silence enveloped us as we stepped out of the car. Max, ever the lookout, stepped forward to peer through a broken window.


    ¡ªThey¡¯re all there, ¡ª he said, pointing inside.


    I nodded silently and gathered the group together. We knew what we had to do: it was crucial that no one recognized us.


    ¡ª Zahori, create a new image for yourself. I''ll take care of the rest ¡ªI ordered in a low but firm tone.


    With a fluid gesture of my hands, a bright light enveloped the team, altering our appearances in a matter of seconds. We were now unrecognizable, ready for confrontation.


    As I entered, I saw that the warehouse was full of business leaders, powerful men who controlled the music industry with their corrupt practices. There was something ironic about standing in front of those who thought they had absolute control. But this time, we were the ones in charge. A burly man, with a cigar in his mouth, was the first to speak:


    ¡ª?Are you the ones in the note?


    Zyron, always the calmest of the group, responded without hesitation:


    ¡ªThat''s right. We''re here because their practices are destroying the industry. We''ve come to stop them.


    Another man, dressed in a bizarre suit and a wide-brimmed hat, let out a mocking laugh.


    ¡ªIf they think they can take us on, they are very wrong. They have no idea who supports us, ¡ª he said, his voice full of arrogance.


    Before I could respond, Max intervened:


    ¡ªWe know perfectly well who their allies are, but they will be of no use to them here.


    The atmosphere became even more tense when another man stepped forward with an air of superiority.


    ¡ª?And what do they plan to do? Imprison us? ¡ªhe said sarcastically.


    Zahori, always so calm and confident, interrupted him.


    ¡ªWe are not seeking to imprison them. Our justice is of a different kind.


    That¡¯s when I decided it was time to act. With a decisive move, I channeled my energy and released a blinding light that enveloped the twenty men. Within seconds, they disappeared without a trace.


    The event was over. The corrupt had vanished, and the message was clear: art and integrity would prevail.


    Max, with a sigh of relief, was the first to break the silence.


    ¡ªWell, gentlemen and ladies, the deed is done.


    We headed back to the Astrocar , leaving the place behind as if we had never been there. As we slid through the darkness, heading towards our future, I felt a strange mix of relief and exhaustion. I still couldn¡¯t believe that we had done it, that we had eliminated those who threatened what we held dear.


    Zyron ''s office, we settled into silence amidst star charts and flickering holograms. Max, ever the joker, was the first to speak again:


    ¡ªTerry, you are now as free as a comet in the cosmos. Ready to lead, with no chains to bind you.


    ¡ª?Always the court clown, eh, Max? ¡ªI replied with a slight smile.


    But Zyron, more seriously, raised an important question.


    ¡ªWe are at a crossroads. ?How do we banish Sirius Starlight without extinguishing the glow he has brought?


    The discussion about Sirius'' future continued, but I already had my answer. I knew my double life wouldn''t end there. I had found a balance, and I wasn''t about to give it up.


    Finally, Zahori and I returned home, as if nothing had changed, although deep down we knew we had taken an important step.

 CHAPTER 9 REUNIONS AND REVELATIONS: A STAR PROMISE

    Five months had passed since I last heard from Rigel, and I was quietly reviewing some reports in my office when the sound of the LumiCom broke the silence. As I answered, I was surprised to see his face, more serious than usual, on the holographic screen.


    ¡ªRigel! ¡ª I exclaimed, genuinely surprised. ¡ªHow is everything? How is your cousin Sira?


    The truth is that I had always been worried about Sira, so I was interested in knowing how she was doing. Although Rigel and I didn''t talk that often, our friendship had always been strong.


    ¡ªWe are fine, thank you. ¡ª Rigel¡¯s reply was accompanied by a smile. ¡ªI have decided that Sira will live with me; this way, I can look after her more closely and make sure that her friendships are the right ones. She is now immersed in the study of Intergalactic Diplomacy and Administration.


    I smirked. Rigel was always so protective, always so meticulous with every step he took. I couldn''t help but laugh, perhaps with a hint of mockery.


    ¡ªSo you enrolled her in these studies to keep her busy? ¡ª I asked, laughing, knowing full well what my friend was thinking.


    Rigel let out a light laugh, confirming my suspicions.


    ¡ªExactly. It''s the ideal way to keep her mind active and to surround herself with people who share her status. Plus, there''s a good chance she''ll get that title my uncle so desired for her. Before he passed away, he made me promise to take care of her.


    Her tone changed as soon as she mentioned Kai, Sira''s uncle. I felt something in the air become more solemn. Remembering Kai always brought me a mix of admiration and sadness. He had been a genius in Androcia ''s genetic engineering, and his tragic end under an ambush by Xerion Vora, the king of Vexa , was not something easy to forget. I was silent for a moment, remembering when Kai, in his final moments, entrusted Rigel with the safety of his niece.


    Rigel took on that responsibility like no one else would have. I remember when Sira was only fifteen, and Rigel was already busy with his own projects and studies in intergalactic business administration. Still, he sent Sira to a boarding school so she could be protected, though, as we all expected, the young girl''s rebellious spirit led her to run away and disappear for six years.


    Rigel was always true to his word, waiting patiently for her to return. That loyalty and discipline that characterized him was something I always admired about him. And now, seeing that Sira was under his care again made me think that things were finally getting back on track.


    After a few seconds of reflection, I decided to change the direction of the conversation. There was something in Rigel''s voice that made me suspect that this was not just a courtesy call.


    ¡ªI understand the situation, Rigel. But tell me, ?what is the real reason for your call? ¡ª I asked, trying to hide my growing curiosity.


    Rigel looked at me seriously, as if she was considering each word carefully before speaking it.


    ¡ªI want to talk to you in person, ¡ª he finally said. ¡ªSo, ?what do you prefer? Should I go to Zenith or do you feel like coming here?


    I stared at him silently for a moment, assessing the proposal. There was something in his tone that suggested this meeting wouldn¡¯t just be a catch-up. My heart began to beat a little faster, and I felt a strange mix of anticipation and urgency.


    ¡ªOkay, ?I''ll wait for you? ¡ª I said, raising an eyebrow. ¡ª ?How long until you get there?


    Rigel smiled, with that confident air that had always accompanied him.


    ¡ªRight away. I''ll open a transport portal and be there in no time.


    I closed the LumiCom , with a mix of anticipation and concern. Something told me that what was about to happen would change the course of things, but I didn¡¯t know how yet. As I felt the distinct vibration of the transporter portal activating, I took a moment to prepare the space. With a quick gesture, I darkened the windows of my office, ensuring that the meeting would be completely private. I knew Rigel wasn¡¯t just coming for a friendly chat. This visit brought something else, something I might not have been prepared to face.


    Suddenly, the air in the room changed density, and Rigel appeared in front of me. I immediately stood up to greet him, and without hesitation, we embraced. Despite the seriousness of the moment, reuniting with a friend always brought some relief.


    ¡ªHere I am, ¡ª he said with that smile of his that always seemed to hold some mystery. We sat down, and when I offered her something to drink, Rigel accepted an Andronian tea. I knew she liked it, and besides, the gesture helped to relax the atmosphere before whatever she was going to tell me.


    As I prepared the cups, I felt a mixture of intrigue and nervousness inside me. I knew that Rigel never said anything without a reason, and if she had made the trip here, it must be for something big.


    ¡ªSo, what did you want to tell me? ¡ª I finally asked, taking a seat across from him, ready to hear whatever he had to say.


    Rigel did not beat around the bush, as usual.


    ¡ªI want you to sing in my establishment, ¡ª he said, dropping the bomb without warning.


    For a moment, I didn''t know how to react. I was so shocked that I nearly choked on my tea. I coughed, trying to regain control and not look too upset, but the blow had been direct.


    ¡ªSorry... I think I didn''t hear well ¡ªI stammered while drying my jacket and desk, both stained by the incident¡ª Did you say that you want me to come sing at your establishment?


    I was still in shock. I didn¡¯t understand how he had come to that conclusion, let alone how he knew I was singing, or rather, that I was ¡åSirius Starlight ¡å. Rigel was staring at me, without a hint of doubt on her face.


    ¡ªDon''t act ignorant,¡ª he replied, his tone direct and firm. ¡ªI know you''re Sirius Starlight .


    Time seemed to stop for a moment. I felt a knot forming in my stomach as I tried to remain calm. Despite my best efforts to hide it, Rigel had discovered my secret. But how? I tried to evade, looking for a quick way out.


    ¡ªI don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about, ¡ª I replied, hoping to divert the conversation, but deep down I knew it wasn¡¯t going to be that easy.


    Rigel raised an eyebrow, clearly seeing through my facade.


    ¡ªDon''t lie to me, Terry. I know all your secrets, both personal and otherwise, and I know perfectly well when you''re lying. His voice had that unwavering authority he''d always had. He knew me better than I sometimes knew myself.


    My mind began to work frantically, trying to figure out how I had gotten here. Had Max told him? After all, Rigel and Max had also been friends for many years, and Max knew about Sirius. But Rigel seemed to have more information than I could have gotten from Max alone.


    ¡ªBesides, ¡ª Rigel continued, not even giving me a pause to process, ¡ªyou are the superstar of the entire universe. Everywhere you look, there is your picture. And your vocal range is unique. Remember, I have all your song tapes. When we were younger, you made me keep them so your father wouldn¡¯t find out. It was inevitable that when I heard you sing, I would know it was you.


    Rigel¡¯s words echoed in my mind. Everything fit together. I had been careless. For months, I had thought that my double life as Terry, the Imperial Sumo, and as ¡åSirius Starlight ¡å the musical star, was a well-kept secret. But Rigel, ever meticulous, had connected the dots.


    I was silent for a moment, considering my options. Rigel knew too much, and even though I trusted him, revealing something like that always had consequences. I couldn¡¯t just deny it; there was no room for lies anymore.


    ¡ªOkay, ¡ª I said at last, letting out a sigh. ¡ªYou know everything. Yes, I am Sirius Starlight.


    Admitting it out loud brought me a mix of relief and fear. Rigel had unmasked the part of me that I had kept hidden for so long, even from those closest to me. Now it remained to be seen what I would do with that information.


    Rigel smiled, a smile that combined satisfaction and understanding.


    ¡ªYou don¡¯t have to worry, Terry, ¡ª he said in a softer tone. ¡ªI¡¯m not here to reveal myself to you or put you in an awkward situation. In fact, I admire you for how you¡¯ve handled everything. But I want you to sing at my club, because I know that the world needs to hear Sirius Starlight in a different way, and you need a place where you can be yourself without the constraints of being the High Imperial.


    I looked at him, surprised at the direction the conversation had taken. Was it possible that Rigel truly understood what it meant to me to be Sirius? And that she didn''t want to take advantage of that truth, but simply offer me a space to continue being who I was, without masks?


    The atmosphere between Rigel and I was light, but I couldn''t help but notice how her expression changed as she spoke to me about her cousin. There was a tone of vulnerability in her voice, one she rarely allowed herself to show.


    ¡ªMy cousin is a fan of yours, ¡ª he said suddenly, frowning. ¡ªShe has your picture all over her room. It was frustrating to come in and see your image everywhere. You know how much I adore my cousin; she¡¯s become the apple of my eye. And now, I find myself dealing with a feeling of jealousy, knowing that she admires another man.


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    I couldn¡¯t help but smile at the irony and complexity of the situation. Rigel, as protective as ever, now found himself competing with a version of me that wasn¡¯t even entirely real: ¡åSirius Starlight ¡å, the singer, the idol. As I tried to hold back my laughter, he noticed my smile and his exasperation grew.


    ¡ªDon¡¯t laugh, ¡ª he said seriously, though he couldn¡¯t help letting out a shaky sigh. ¡ªYou have no idea how frustrating it is. I¡¯ve become more than just her cousin; I¡¯m practically her father. And I can already imagine the day when she starts bringing men over to introduce me to her. The questions I¡¯ll ask the poor bastard who dares show up!


    I looked at him with a mix of amusement and sympathy. Seeing Rigel in that role was something I had never imagined. Years ago, when we were younger, it was Rigel who was always ready to jump into romantic adventures without a second thought. Now, seeing him adopt a paternalistic stance towards Sira was, to say the least, ironic.


    ¡ªYou, playing the overprotective father. What twists and turns life takes! ¡ªI said, still amused by the idea. I remembered how my own father would question me about my love interests in the past, and how he always


    It ended with warnings about keeping my secrets safe. My smile faded a little as I thought of Sira. I knew her life wouldn''t be easy if she followed a path similar to mine, full of secrets and responsibilities.


    Rigel looked at me with an expression that was a mixture of relief and resignation. Our lives, though distant in many ways, had always had one thing in common: the complexity of protecting those we love while dealing with our own burdens.


    ¡ªOkay, I''ll go sing at your club... I mean, your place ¡ªI finally said, with a knowing smile, letting him know that I was willing to help him.


    Rigel let out a sarcastic laugh.


    ¡ªYes, call it a hellhole, because that''s what it will become when all your fans arrive. Not to mention that Sira will surely be in the front row to see you.


    I noticed how he pressed his lips together, as if he didn''t want to blame me for something that clearly made him uncomfortable. I knew it wasn''t my fault that Sira admired me so much, but for him, it added another layer of complexity to his relationship with her.


    ¡ªBesides, I want something else,¡ª he said suddenly, changing his tone.


    ¡ªWhat else can I do for you, dear friend? ¡ª I asked, intrigued and willing to do whatever it took to help.


    Rigel looked at me seriously, as if what I was going to say was not a simple request.


    ¡ªI want you to make a song for my cousin, just for her, and invite her up on stage.


    Her request took me by surprise. I stood there in silence, processing what she had just asked of me. This wasn¡¯t just a song; it was a request fraught with emotion and potential complications. I had always been careful not to cross certain lines, especially where my fans were concerned, out of respect for my wife, Zahori . I knew that while she understood my public life, things could get complicated if something like this was misinterpreted.


    ¡ªI can do what you ask,¡ª I said finally, my tone lower, as I looked away, aware of the delicacy of the matter. ¡ªBut¡­ the problem is my wife, Zahori. You know I don¡¯t want her to feel uncomfortable.


    Rigel nodded, surprised by the answer, but understanding the situation.


    ¡ªAnd, ?Zahori knows you''re Sirius Starlight? ¡ª she asked, with a mix of surprise and curiosity.


    I leaned back in my seat and let out a sigh before answering.


    ¡ªYes, and she is Luna Solaris, ¡ª I revealed, knowing this would add a new layer to the conversation.


    Rigel readjusted in his seat, clearly shocked by the revelation.


    ¡ªWait... How does she know? You''ve always tried to keep your family from finding out about your actions.


    ¡ªShe followed me and found out. You know how Zahori is, ¡ª I replied with a resigned smile, knowing how difficult it was to keep secrets in our relationship. She had always been perceptive and determined, and when she discovered my double life, I had no choice but to accept the truth.


    Rigel nodded silently, processing the complexity of my life. She knew our relationship with Zahori was built on trust, but also on the constant balance between our public and private identities.


    ¡ªOkay, I accept your proposal, ¡ª I said finally, with determination. ¡ªBut I will speak clearly to Zahori about this. I am sure he will understand.


    Rigel nodded, satisfied with my answer.


    ¡ªPerfect. And when do you plan to hold the concert? ¡ªI asked, eager to move forward with the preparations.


    I felt reassured knowing that, despite everything, the friendship between Rigel and I was still as strong as ever. We had shared many things over the years, and our lives, so full of unexpected twists and turns and secrets, had not managed to weaken that bond. I knew that, despite the challenges that still lay ahead of us, the trust we had in each other would allow us to face them together. It was then that Rigel, with an enthusiastic smile, interrupted me with news I had not expected.


    ¡ªThis Saturday night. I have already organized everything at the venue. It will be ready to host the event ¡ªhe said, with that sparkle in his eyes that made me understand that he had already visualized the success of the evening.


    I couldn''t help but smile at his enthusiasm, but I also knew it wasn''t as simple as putting on an impromptu concert.


    ¡ªYou''ll have to coordinate with Max and Zyron then ¡ªI reminded him, knowing that they managed my busy schedule¡ª They''re the ones in charge of my commitments and organizing everything related to Sirius.


    Rigel frowned, as if she didn''t expect Max to be involved in this.


    ¡ª?So Max is involved in this?¡ª he asked, intrigued. ¡ªI wasn¡¯t expecting that.


    I knew that Rigel had met Max years ago, but I probably didn''t imagine the role he played in my musical career. To be honest, I hadn''t imagined it myself until it happened.


    ¡ªActually, he was the one who recruited me for this, ¡ª I said, remembering how it all began. ¡ªOriginally, I had no intention of getting up on stage to sing. My life has always been in the military.


    Rigel looked at me in surprise, and I didn''t blame him. The truth was that my foray into music had been something completely out of place compared to what he was used to doing.


    ¡ªAnd how did he manage to convince you to do something so out of the ordinary? ¡ªhe asked, genuinely intrigued¡ª I mean, for you, who prefer not to deviate from your military obligations.


    I sighed, remembering how Max had managed to get me into this whole mess.


    ¡ªHe knows how to persuade, ¡ª I replied, reflecting on the way Max had managed to drag me into the world of show business. It was a skill few had, and he handled it with a mastery that sometimes amazed me.


    ¡ªI¡¯ll talk to him and get his story. I want to hear his side of the story, ¡ª Rigel said, smiling as if she was already putting the puzzle together in her mind. ¡ªI want to know all the details.


    I chuckled. It was typical of Rigel to want to get the full story from every angle.


    ¡ªWell, I''ll tell you that he basically dragged me into this. He kidnapped me and forced me to do it ¡ªI joked, smiling as I recalled the unusual circumstances that led me to accept the challenge of getting on stage.


    Rigel laughed with me, understanding the tone of the joke, but knowing there was some truth behind it.


    ¡ªI imagine so, ¡ª she replied, still laughing. ¡ªStill, I want to hear what Max has to say. I have your side of the story now, but I want his.


    I stood in silence for a moment, watching Rigel, my old friend, and couldn¡¯t help but reflect on how far we¡¯d come. Our lives had intertwined in ways so unexpected, so profound, that at times it felt like fate itself was playing tricks on us. But there we were, sharing laughter and confidences, navigating together the chaos and revelations our choices brought. No matter how uncertain the future was, I knew that when the concert came or whatever challenge lay ahead, I could always count on Rigel. And in this vast, chaotic universe, that was the only thing that really mattered.


    At the end of the day, I arrived home. Castle Whittaker, our home on the imposing planet of Omegara , glowed softly under the stars. The soft lights and shadows in the hallways brought a much-needed sense of peace after a tiring day. Zahori was already in bed, deep in sleep. I knew she had waited for me, but the night had been too long; my responsibilities had kept me busy investigating a murder on a planet embroiled in territorial disputes and under the jurisdiction of the Galactic Federation. It wasn¡¯t something new for me, but every time I came home after such a day, I felt the weight of those lost lives on my shoulders.


    With quiet steps, I approached the bed where Zahori slept. I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, careful not to wake her. ¡åTomorrow I will tell her all about my conversation with Rigel¡å, I thought as I made my way to the closet, eager to rid myself of the uniform that marked my rank as Imperial High Priest, a burden that sometimes seemed heavier than I could bear.


    However, as I began to undress, I heard his voice, soft and warm, breaking the calm of the room.


    ¡ªTerry, ?is that you?¡ª she whispered, barely audible, but full of that unmistakable affection that always made me feel at home.


    ¡ªYes, my love, I''m home now, ¡ª I replied, trying to keep my voice calm so she could continue resting.


    I headed for the closet to take off my black jacket decorated with gold details and remove the imperial insignia, but as I was about to hang it up, Zahori moved in the bed, and I saw her emerge from the shadows, something in her hands.


    What she was holding left me speechless for a moment. It was a guitar, a work of art in itself, but what really struck me was the meaning behind her gesture. Zahori, so wise and perceptive, had captured the tension between my two worlds, between music and my imperial duty. The guitar reflected that internal struggle, but also a promise: a union between both aspects of my life.


    ¡ªYou shouldn''t have...¡ª I began to say, surprised and moved, but my words fell short in the face of Zahori ''s gesture of love


    ¡ªI want you to be complete, in every stage of your life, ¡ª she replied, her voice soft and firm at the same time. Then she kissed me, a kiss that seemed to seal her intention, as if she were telling me that, no matter what happened, we were in this together, sharing an eternity.


    The weight of his gift overwhelmed me, but it also filled me with gratitude. I nodded at his suggestion to bring that guitar with me to the next performance. It was as if Zahori understood better than anyone that part of me I had always kept hidden, that duality between Sirius Starlight and Terry, the Emperor. But I knew there was still something else I had to tell him, something I couldn¡¯t put off for later.


    ¡ª Zahori, there is something we need to discuss ¡ªI said, my voice a little deeper, aware that the conversation would not be easy.


    I felt the air in the room shift slightly. Zahori looked at me, his eyes filled with understanding, but also anticipation. I knew that although our relationship was built on deep trust, there were aspects of my life that always brought uncertainty, especially when it came to my role as Sirius Starlight.


    I walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, taking her hand in mine.


    ¡ªRigel asked me to sing at his club this weekend. I want to do it¡­ but he also asked me for something else. He wants me to invite his cousin, Sira, on stage, to dedicate a song to him, ¡ª I said, carefully observing his reaction.


    Zahori remained silent, listening intently. I could see her processing my words, but before I could continue, she gently squeezed my hand.


    ¡ªTerry, I know how important music is to you, and I also know that our lives are full of difficult decisions. If you believe it is the right thing to do, I will support you ¡ªshe said, her words enveloping me in a calm that only she could provide.


    I sighed, relieved by his understanding, but also knowing there was another aspect I needed to consider.


    ¡ªThank you, my love, ¡ª I murmured. ¡ªBut I need you to know that I don¡¯t want this to make you feel uncomfortable. I¡¯ve always tried to keep a clear line between my public life and ours.


    Zahori smiled softly.


    ¡ªI know, and I appreciate it. But I also know that Rigel trusts you in a way that few others do. If this is important to him, it will be important to me as well, ¡ª she replied, with that wisdom that he so admired in her.


    The weight of my responsibilities and secrets was still there, but in that moment, with Zahori at my side, I felt that any challenge was easier to bear. I knew that the conversation with Rigel and the concert would be complicated, but I also knew that, with her support, I could face whatever came next. She told him about Rigel¡¯s proposal, about a concert meant to further unite their worlds, and about a song dedicated to a young admirer. Zahori listened, her serenity a beacon in Terry¡¯s uncertainty.


    ¡ª?And what is the dilemma, my love? ¡ª His question was a balm, his support unwavering.


    I hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension gripping me, a knot in my stomach that wouldn¡¯t leave me alone. The fear of hurting or neglecting Zahori was something that plagued me constantly. But she, as always, with that wisdom that seemed to have been forged in ancient suns, reminded me how strong our bond was, how deep what we shared was. I knew that no matter how much the chaos of my public life pulled me in every direction, our love was unbreakable.


    ¡ªYou have nothing to fear, Terry, ¡ª she said softly, her words like a balm to my mind.¡ªOur love is the shield against any storm, and together, we will navigate the waters of admiration and fame, always united, always faithful to our shared heart.¡ª


    In that instant, I felt as if all the weight I had been carrying evaporated. I exhaled deeply, releasing the air in a breath that washed away the pent-up tension. The room filled with a palpable peace, and for the first time all day, I felt completely present, as if nothing else mattered beyond this moment. Between Zahori and me, there was a connection that went beyond words, a mutual understanding that always left me in awe.


    As I stood there, lost in that sense of tranquility, Zahori moved with the grace that had always characterized her. Everything seemed to flow naturally when I was near her. She spoke to me with that same sweetness, and she captured my full attention. I saw that she was holding something in her hands: a black satin bandage, elegant, wide, and with a texture that reflected an air of mystery.


    She moved closer slowly, and I felt her tenderness in every movement. Without another word, she placed the blindfold over my eyes, her fingers brushing my skin with a gentleness that made the world blur around me. Unable to see, my senses were heightened, and all I perceived was her presence, the softness of the satin, and the steady beat of my heart, which seemed to quicken in anticipation.


    Zahori gently settled herself on my knees, and in that moment, with my eyes covered, I was immersed in a world of sensations. I let her guide the moment, trusting in her touch, in her intention, in that connection we had built over the years. In the darkness, I could only feel her, the anchor that always kept me firm, even when everything else around me threatened to crumble.


    ¡ªRelax, my love, tonight will be magical¡ª Zahori whispered, her voice full of promises. With the blindfold already in place, Zahori led me on a sensory journey, tracing my entire neck with passionate kisses and mischievous licks, making my skin shiver with pleasure, while with her hands Zahori ran all over my chest until she unbuttoned my pants and gently lowered the zipper all this while she continued kissing me on the mouth with her wet tongue, while with my hands I was caressing her buttocks and waist, she put her hand inside my underwear until she found my penis that was already erect from the excitement and she took it out to place it between her hands while she knelt down to caress the blossoming head of my penis.


    The skin was satiny to the touch and very hot, Zahori licked it all over its length making me roar with pleasure shaking my whole body which made me have to put my hands to hold on to the chair where I was while Zahori was sucking my penis with great skill, I felt my penis swell and get more excited just like my whole body I thought I couldn''t stop it any longer before ejaculating but my wife noticed and stopped immediately getting on top of my legs and placing her vagina on top of my penis,


    I felt my wife''s entire vagina which was wet and ready for him to enter that cave of pleasure, Zahori made a movement with her hips and I penetrated her easily, I could no longer bear the erection and stop ejaculation, we began to move in unison together until we exploded with pleasure, joining our bodies in an embrace that seemed to melt our souls, we immersed ourselves in the dance of our hearts, where pleasure, love, desire and lust intertwined in an intoxicating whirlwind. Our heartbeats resonated in perfect harmony, creating a unique melody that only we could hear, while we lost ourselves in the ecstasy of our mutual connection.

 CHAPTER 10 IN THE DARKNESS OF MYSTERY

    In that far corner of the universe, I found myself preparing for an event that transcended music. It wasn¡¯t just a concert, it was a mission, a desperate attempt to bring hope to a town in Zyra that had been devastated by the fury of its own sun. The most prominent bands had joined together, each contributing their music as a cry for help to the heavens, seeking something more than echoing in empty space: they sought to save lives.


    With my faithful team at my side, I knew it wasn¡¯t just a matter of playing and singing, but of protecting and ensuring the event didn¡¯t turn into another disaster. My brother Rodrick and his men were already there, moving through the shadows, watching for dangers lurking amongst the rubble and desperate souls. He had always been my blood brother, but now more than ever, our paths crossed at the borders of duty.


    Days before, while coordinating the details of the mission, I received a communication from Zyron Star. His face appeared in the light waves of the LumiCom, serious and concerned. I knew he was going to ask me something important.


    ¡ª?Do you know about the event that will take place on the planet Zyra ?¡ª Zyron asked with his usual caution.


    I nodded, the gravity of the situation weighing on my voice.


    ¡ªYes, I know. It is an event of vital importance for that village. The Galactic Federation has entrusted us with ensuring its safety. My brother Rodrick and I will take charge personally.


    Zyron ''s gaze tightened. He knew what was coming next.


    ¡ª?Isn''t your brother Rodrick the king of Abbadon Prime and military leader of that planet''s special forces?


    I sighed. The complexities of our family always seemed to creep into every aspect of our lives. We weren¡¯t just siblings, we were pieces on a much larger board.


    ¡ªThat¡¯s right, ¡ª I replied, measuring my words. ¡ªHe will be there, doing his part. But he is also a presence that complicates my situation.


    That comment left an uneasy feeling in the air, an unspoken warning. The weight of what would happen if Rodrick discovered my other facets, my secrets. Being Sirius Starlight was something my brother didn''t know, and I couldn''t allow him to find out.


    Zyron seemed to get the message right away, as he always did. He knew my life was full of complex entanglements, but this was one of the trickiest.


    ¡ªI''m calling because there''s been talk of Sirius Starlight attending the event, ¡ª Zyron said, testing the waters. ¡ªBut I understand that your presence in the crowd may jeopardize certain secrets.


    I remained silent for a few seconds, weighing my options. I knew I could keep my identity under control, but with Rodrick around, the chances of him detecting my energy signature were too high. If he found out I was Sirius, everything would get complicated. Not just my double life, but also the covert operations we were running.


    Finally, I spoke firmly.


    Rodrick ''s presence. He can sense my energy. I can''t let him find out, Zyron.


    Zyron nodded with the understanding look of someone who understood the implications.


    ¡ªI understand. We can''t risk exposing our plans.


    There were too many factors at play. Zyra needed help, but my presence might cause more problems than it would solve. However, I couldn''t let these people suffer because of my absence. I knew what I could do.


    ¡ªI can¡¯t send Sirius Starlight, ¡ª I said with conviction, ¡ªbut I can send something better. I will send my ?theris Cristaros . With them, you will be able to rebuild your lives, your homes. The event will raise funds, but my contribution will ensure your rebirth. I will make what you lose just a shadow of what you will build later.


    Zyron seemed to relax at my proposal. The ?theris Crystars , those rare crystals that served as the universal currency, used for the purchase and sale of goods and services throughout the cosmos, were not only valuable for their commercial function, but also for the pure energy they contained. That energy could power advanced technologies, heal wounds, and revitalize devastated territories. With them, it would be possible to secure a better future for Zyra , allowing its people to rebuild their lives and their community.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s a noble gesture, Terry. Those people will thank you for it, ¡ª Zyron said , bowing his head slightly in respect.


    I turned off the LumiCom , staying silent for a few moments. I knew the decision was the right one, but the feeling of not being able to be there in person left me with a strange emptiness. I had given everything to keep my double life under control, for protect both Terry, the High Imperial, and Sirius Starlight, the idol. And though that duality weighed on me at times, moments like this reminded me why I did it: so, I could help others without endangering everything I loved.


    I sighed, knowing that the concert would continue, and although my music would not resonate there in person, my will and my power would be present in every corner of Zyra, helping that town rise again from the ashes . Zyron gratefully accepted Terry''s offer, aware of the value of that gesture and sketched a knowing smile. While Terry spoke of ?theris Cristaros , for him, were just energy flows and binary figures dancing in the ether, a game of powers within his reach.


    But he understood that, for ordinary mortals, that coin had a much more tangible value, a bridge between hope and reality that could not be ignored.


    It had been four days since the conversation I had with Zyron, where I started having restless nights of sleep. I was in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of coffee, trying to distract myself from the shadows that had invaded my dreams. I felt the presence of someone enter, and when I looked up, I saw my brother Ethan. He was looking for something to eat for breakfast, but his expression changed when he saw me.


    ¡ªWhat''s wrong, bro? Does Zahori keep you from sleeping well at night? ¡ªhe joked, with that playful smile that always made me smile.


    I tried to play along, but all I managed was a forced grimace.


    ¡ªIt''s not that, ¡ª I replied, trying to hide it. ¡ªI just haven''t had any good dreams.


    Ethan, being who he is, quickly sensed that something was wrong.


    ¡ª?Nightmares? ¡ª he asked, concern in his voice now. She knew I didn¡¯t usually have trouble sleeping, even when something was bothering me.


    I shook my head, wanting to downplay it.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s nothing important, so don¡¯t worry, ¡ª I said, getting up from my chair. I wanted to avoid alarming him. I knew my face showed more than I wanted to admit.


    I headed towards the door, and as I approached it, it opened automatically upon detecting my presence. My mind was in chaos, so I decided to go to the castle library. Maybe among the books I would find some answers that would help me understand what was happening with these nightmares, something I had never experienced before.


    As I was searching for a book on dreams or how the brain works, I felt a familiar presence enter the room. Zahori. I turned just in time to see her walking towards me with a soft smile.


    ¡ªI was looking for you, my love, ¡ª he said in that sweet tone that always calmed me, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.


    ¡ª?You found me, darling. How can I help you? ¡ª I replied, trying to hide my concern, but I knew she was much more perceptive than that.


    ¡ªI wanted to know how you were. You don''t look well, you''re pale and have dark circles under your eyes. You''ve been working very hard, but I''ve never seen you look this bad ¡ªhe said.


    His words were filled with concern¡ªAre you sick? Also, you haven¡¯t come home in three days. Where have you been sleeping? Have you been able to rest well?


    I felt a pang in my chest as I heard her concern. She always knew when something was wrong, but I didn''t want to alarm her any more than necessary.


    ¡ªDon''t worry, I was able to sleep well... The problem wasn''t that, but rather... ¡ªI hesitated, not wanting to worry her.


    ¡ª?But rather what? ¡ª he asked, his face showing a mixture of concern and curiosity.


    ¡ªI don''t want you to worry, Zahori ¡ªI tried to calm her, taking her arms gently.


    ¡ªBut I''m already worried because you won''t tell me, ¡ª she replied, with a slight tone of frustration in her voice.


    I sighed, knowing I had no choice but to share what was happening to me.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s okay, calm down. I¡¯ve been having nightmares lately, ¡ª I admitted, dropping the truth with a weight I hadn¡¯t felt before.


    ¡ªNightmares? ¡ª she repeated, clearly shocked. It wasn¡¯t something she usually experienced, much less with this intensity. She knew something deeper was going on.


    I nodded slowly.


    ¡ªYes, I know... I''ve never had nightmares before and I don''t understand why they''re affecting me so much now. That''s why I''m looking in the books, to see if I can find an explanation ¡ªI said, my voice denoting the frustration of not having answers.


    Zahori, with his characteristic calm, came closer to me.


    ¡ªTell me your nightmare, ¡ª he said softly, ¡ªmaybe together we can figure it out.


    I took her hand and led her to the nearest chair in the library. We sat down, and she put her arms around me, as if she wanted to protect me from what she was about to tell me. I took a deep breath before I began.


    ¡ªI find myself walking alone... There are screams, fire and thick smoke everywhere. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the fog, but I can''t make it out clearly. It''s a black shadow... It attacks me. I try to defend myself, I fight and manage to knock it down, but it disappears as soon as it falls.


    I noticed how Zahori listened to me attentively, his eyes full of concern as he continued to tell the story.


    ¡ªThen, I see my brothers, fighting something to my left. I run to them to help them, but before I get there, a figure throws a lightning bolt and they¡­ disappear. I look around, searching for answers, but then I see my parents¡­ They too fall in battle. I cry in pain, but I can¡¯t do anything. Then, I see every member of our family fall¡­ even our children. It¡¯s like they disappear from the universe¡­ I can¡¯t feel their energies.


    I paused, the lump in my throat growing tighter as I tried to maintain my composure.


    ¡ª And finally, I see you, Zahori. You''re running towards me. I reach out my hand to reach you, but... you disappear. And I''m left completely alone, crying and screaming in the darkness.


    Zahori hugged me tightly, giving me a kiss on the lips. I felt his warmth, but the weight of my words was still there, like a shadow that could not be dispelled so easily.


    ¡ªOh, my love, ¡ª she whispered, her concern palpable. ¡ªThis is more than just a nightmare.


    ¡ªI don''t know what it means, Zahori. My fears have never affected me like this before... I''m aware that I have certain fears, but they''ve never manifested themselves like this in my dreams.


    Zahori was silent for a moment, and then, with that look of determination that always made me feel like everything would be okay, he said:


    ¡ªWhat if it''s a warning? Maybe we should be on alert... it could mean that we as a family are in danger. If you saw lightning... it could be that one of our enemies is planning something.


    Her words echoed in my mind. Even though I didn¡¯t want to believe it, I knew Zahori could be right. It was a possibility I couldn¡¯t ignore. ¡ªI don¡¯t know. What I can tell you is that when I wake up, crying and screaming, I feel a pain that tears through my chest and an intense cold that chills me to the bone. I have a hard time recovering after waking up.


    Zahori ''s words like a truth he couldn''t ignore. ¡ªI feel like your gem is warning you of an event that is coming soon, ¡ª she had said, concern in her eyes. And she was right. He knew it. The connection with my gem, the one that had been a part of me for so long, was showing me something I didn''t fully understand, but the danger was imminent.


    ¡ªI know, and that¡¯s exactly what terrifies me, ¡ª I admitted, my chest tight. ¡ªI don¡¯t want anything to happen to you, to any of you. I feel¡­ helpless. I don¡¯t know how to protect you or what¡¯s coming.


    Zahori, ever pragmatic, did not let fear consume us.


    ¡ªWe¡¯ll have to find out. Maybe I can use my power to see into the near future. You know I can do that, ¡ª she suggested calmly, knowing that sometimes her abilities might be the only way to understand what was to come.


    I nodded, grateful for his unconditional support.


    ¡ªYes, that would be best. If you can see what''s going on, we might be able to get ahead of whatever''s causing these nightmares.


    At that instant, the LumiCom rang with a familiar chime. Planet Zenith came online, and looking at the screen, I saw my son Claudius, his face serious and impassive despite the circumstances.


    Claudius, an imposing man with his fair skin and light brown hair, looked at me with a mixture of urgency and respect. All around him, I could tell that I was not alone, which explained why he greeted me in a formal manner.


    ¡ªYour Excellency, ¡ª he said in a firm voice, ¡ªwe need you to come urgently.


    My heart tightened at his words.


    ¡ª?What¡¯s wrong? ¡ª I asked, concern rising quickly.


    ¡ªWe have a problem. The planet Elysium is being sucked into a black hole. We need to evacuate the entire population immediately, ¡ª Claudius explained, and behind him, devastation spread across the screen. ¡ªI¡¯ve tried to contain it with my energy, but I can¡¯t do it alone. I need your help, Your Excellency.


    There was no time to waste.


    ¡ªI¡¯ll be right there, ¡ª I replied decisively, and ended the video call.


    Zahori, who was already standing, looked at me with concern. We didn''t need to say anything to each other. I opened a teleportation portal, giving her a quick kiss before leaving.


    ¡ªTake care, my love, ¡ª she told me, and her words, although brief, filled me with strength.


    ¡ªI will, and so will you, ¡ª I replied before crossing the portal.


    Upon arriving at Elysium, I met up with my son Claudius. The chaos was palpable, but there was no time to stop and watch. I channeled my energy and spread it across the planet, trying to give the inhabitants time to evacuate. The hours vanished as we worked side by side, but eventually, we managed to get the entire population to safety.


    ¡ª?Is everyone out? ¡ª I asked, my body exhausted from the effort.


    ¡ªYes, everyone is safe, ¡ª Claudius replied, as he led me toward a portal that led us to a nearby planet, where my other son, Sapphire, had established a temporary base for the evacuees.


    Upon arrival, I saw how Safiro, always methodical, organized everything with precision. He was a man of science, so different from Claudius in many ways, but his dedication and intelligence were unmatched.


    ¡ª?How is everyone?¡ª Claudius asked his brother.


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    ¡ªThey are fine. They have already settled in and the king is managing the distribution of food and resources, ¡ª Safiro reported calmly.


    But before I could fully process the situation, I felt a strange vibration in my body. An energy I couldn''t control. Everything around me began to fade, and the last thing I remember was my body collapsing.


    Claudius cried, visibly terrified. He had never seen his father in such a situation before, fainting so suddenly and without any explanation. With Sapphire¡¯s help, they carefully lowered him onto the ground, trying to keep him calm.


    Safiro , always the most methodical and scientific, pulled a device from his belt and passed it over his father''s body, hoping to get some clear answer. His expression grew tense when he saw the results.


    ¡ªVital signs are dangerously low, ¡ª Safiro said , bewilderment in her voice. ¡ªHis energy has dropped as well. We¡¯ve never seen him like this, even after using so much power.


    Claudius, unable to hide his growing concern, looked at his brother in despair.


    ¡ª?You¡¯re the scientist in the family!¡ª Claudius exclaimed , the urgency palpable in his voice. ¡ªYou have to do something, help him!


    Safiro, clearly frustrated, frowned as he tried to process the situation.


    ¡ª?I know!¡ª Safiro replied , unable to hide her despair. ¡ªBut I don¡¯t have all the answers right now. We need to get him somewhere safe, where he can analyze what¡¯s going on.


    With a quick gesture, Safiro opened a transporter portal. Stepping through it, the three of them appeared in a small makeshift shelter, a metal hut equipped with advanced technology and medical equipment. Safiro, without wasting any time, created a bed for her father, connecting various devices to it while analyzing his condition.


    ¡ªI¡¯m going to take a blood sample, ¡ª Safiro said with determination, as she carefully extracted a sample from Terry¡¯s arm.


    Minutes passed as Sapphire analyzed the blood with precision. Claudius paced impatiently, his eyes never leaving his father''s face.


    Claudius asked, unable to bear the silence any longer. He knew Sapphire had to find some answer.


    ¡ªEverything seems normal, ¡ª Saphire replied in disbelief. ¡ªThe blood is fine; the cells are intact. There is nothing abnormal inside him. The gem may be vibrating at a frequency outside of its usual pattern, which could be interfering with his energy and causing this state.


    Claudius clenched his fists, his frustration growing. Although Sapphire had given a possible explanation, they had no solution.


    The world slowly began to come back as pain gripped every muscle in my body. I opened my eyes, disoriented, as if I had just woken up from an endless nightmare. I put a hand to my head, trying to calm the throbbing that echoed in my skull.


    ¡ª?What happened? ¡ª I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to piece together what had just happened.


    Sapphire was the first to speak, her tone controlled, though I could sense her concern.


    ¡ª?Father, how do you feel? ¡ª he asked, as if my words might offer some explanation.


    I took a deep breath and forced out a response, trying to keep my spirits up, even though my body felt completely dejected.


    ¡ªAs if I had been run over by thousands of tons of iron, ¡ª I said, my voice weak, but trying to downplay the situation.


    Claudius, who had been kneeling beside me, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing me speak.


    ¡ªYou gave us quite a scare, Father, ¡ª he said, holding my hand firmly. ¡ªYou fainted and wouldn''t wake up.


    I looked at them both, recognizing the fear in their eyes, something I rarely saw in them. I knew it wasn''t just a faint. My body was starting to react, but deep down I felt there was something else, something to do with the gem I was wearing, something I didn''t fully understand yet. The change was subtle but undeniable. We had to find out what was happening before it was too late.


    Still with my mind in a daze, I tried hard to reassure them.


    ¡ªI¡¯m sorry I alarmed you, ¡ª I said, looking at them fondly. Claudius, always more emotional, took my hand and kissed me on the forehead. Despite my exhaustion, I managed a weak smile for him.


    ¡ªDon''t scare us like that again, ¡ª Claudius added, with a mixture of concern and relief.


    Sapphire, more practical, intervened with his usual analytical tone.


    ¡ªFather, I think it would be best if you rested for a few days. You are exhausted, and that could be affecting your energy. It would be good if you took the time to recover before going back to work.


    I knew he was right, but something inside me was still restless. My responsibility as leader and protector weighed too heavily.


    ¡ª?Is that what your tests show? ¡ª I asked, more curious than annoyed, although I knew that what had happened to me was something much deeper than simple fatigue.


    Sapphire shook his head, clearly frustrated by the lack of answers.


    ¡ªNo, the device couldn''t determine exactly what happened. Everything seems to be in order with your body. But I think that rest would allow you to fully recover and give me time to continue checking on you, to see if I can better understand what happened to you.


    I sighed, feeling the pressure of my duties, but also knowing that Sapphire was right. My body was exhausted, and something inside me told me that pushing myself beyond this limit would be a mistake.


    ¡ªYou know I have a lot of work to do, ¡ª I said, worried about the responsibilities I couldn¡¯t just set aside. My people needed me, and I couldn¡¯t afford to disappear for days.


    Safiro looked at me patiently, but with the firmness that only he could have at these moments.


    ¡ªI know, Father. But your well-being is crucial to everyone. We cannot risk you any more than you have already given. Let me investigate what is happening to you, and in the meantime, you can recover.


    I felt an internal battle between my duty and the need to rest. My body cried out for rest, but the image of my worried children remained engraved in my mind. Three days after that collapse, an attack alarm resounded in the station on the planet Zenith, breaking the silence. I could not ignore that sound. Despite the weakness I still felt, I quickly got up and dressed. ¡åI will not let them face this alone. ¡å ¡ª I thought


    As I adjusted my jacket, I listened to the echo of explosions. The situation was not normal; the attack was more intense than usual. I thought of Sadeth and Anubis, two of our most implacable enemies. Was it them again? I couldn¡¯t risk standing idly by. When one of my sons opened the door, it was Dennis. His face showed a mix of surprise and frustration at seeing me ready for battle.


    ¡ª?What are you doing, Father? ¡ª Dennis asked reproachfully.


    ¡ªI¡¯m not going to let you two deal with this alone, ¡ª I replied, the determination in my voice unwavering.


    Dennis looked at me sternly, making it clear that he disagreed.


    ¡ªI won''t let you out. You know you''re still weak and we don''t know what''s wrong with you,¡ª he replied, blocking my exit.


    ¡ªI can still fight. I still have the strength to defend them, ¡ª I insisted, trying to move forward, but Dennis didn''t move.


    ¡ªWe are not children, Father, ¡ª he replied harshly. ¡ªWe know how to take care of ourselves.


    I sighed, understanding his point, even though it pained me to admit it.


    ¡ªI know, ¡ª I said, calmer.


    ¡ªIf you know, then go back to your bed, where you belong. I came to make sure you get some rest. ¡ªDennis gave me a firm look, as if he was watching over me, reversing the roles of father and son for a moment.


    ¡ª?Who is attacking us?¡ª I asked, unable to hide my concern.


    Dennis shook his head, trying to reassure me.


    ¡ªWe don¡¯t know for sure. They¡¯re probably space pirates. You know how reckless those guys are, they think they can just plunder without realizing how prepared we are, ¡ª he explained, trying to get me to back off.


    ¡ªThey know who they¡¯re fighting against. They¡¯re stupid, but they¡¯re blinded by greed, ¡ª I said as Dennis helped me take off my jacket.


    Suddenly, a much louder explosion shook the entire place, pushing us violently against the wall. I held on with difficulty, but the impact left me even weaker.


    ¡ªThat¡¯s not a space pirate weapon, ¡ª I said, alarmed by the intensity of the explosion.


    Dennis looked at me, clearly as worried as I was.


    ¡ªNo, it isn''t, ¡ª he muttered thoughtfully, trying to understand how those pirates could have managed to achieve something so advanced.


    Before we could process the situation, a transporter portal opened in the room, and my heart sank as I saw who emerged from it. Sadeth. He held a gun in his hands, accompanied by black-clad guards with masks hiding their faces. A sense of impending danger enveloped us.


    ¡ªDamn it, ¡ª Dennis exclaimed, quickly unsheathing his sword and placing himself between Sadeth and me. His stance firm, his gaze determined, he was ready to face one of our most fearsome enemies.


    ¡ªI won¡¯t let you touch it, ¡ª Dennis roared, as Sadeth let out an evil laugh.


    Without warning, Sadeth fired his beam weapon. I didn''t have time to think, I just reacted. I pushed Dennis out of the way before the beam reached him, both of us falling to the ground from the impact. I wouldn''t let my son die in front of me.


    The lightning whizzed overhead, and as I struggled to my feet, I saw the look of satisfaction on Sadeth ''s face. We were at a disadvantage, and I knew it. Dennis helped me up quickly, both of us ready for whatever came next, though the weight of the situation was evident.


    We couldn''t afford to fall here. Not while he was still breathing.


    ¡ªThat¡¯s how I wanted to have you both, ¡ª Sadeth said, his voice dripping with arrogance as he looked at us with a wicked grin on his face. ¡ªYou¡¯ll be able to be useful now, Terry, once I get that gem out of your body and finally get what belongs to me.


    Sadeth ''s dark ambitions well , his desire for limitless power. I struggled to my feet and helped Dennis to his feet, all the while watching Sadeth and his guards, who were aiming their weapons at us. The situation was critical, and I knew it.


    ¡ªYou have nowhere to run, ¡ª Sadeth bellowed, his voice echoing in the room like an ominous sound. ¡ªSo let us not prolong this meeting any further. Make it easy: deliver the gem to me by your own hand, or I will kill your son, and then you, to obtain it.


    That disdain in his tone infuriated me even more. Sadeth shrugged his shoulders, as if our lives had no value to him, and added with a malicious smile:


    ¡ªYou''ll die anyway, Terry.


    Just as he was about to cast another bolt, the bedroom door burst open, and my uncle Darius entered followed by several guards. Chaos quickly ensued. Darius '' guards began to fight Sadeth ''s men, and the room became a battlefield. Despite the confusion, my attention was fixed on Sadeth, who, taking advantage of the chaos, ran towards me, pushing Dennis out of his way with a brutal push.


    I watched Dennis lose his balance, hit his head on a piece of furniture, and collapse to the floor. Blood was pouring from his forehead, and for a moment, I thought the worst. The scream escaped my throat before I could stop it.


    ¡ª?Murderer!¡ª I screamed, feeling rage consuming me at the thought of my son¡¯s death.


    Sadeth just laughed, his laughter was a mix of madness and satisfaction.


    ¡ªDon¡¯t worry, you¡¯ll follow him soon, and they¡¯ll be reunited in the afterlife, ¡ª he said, enjoying every word with a sinister amusement.


    We struggled. He tried to fire his beam weapon again, but something wasn''t right. The energy emanating from me was beginning to overload the weapon. I could feel the metal rapidly heating up in my hands, suffocating the air around it. I didn''t understand what was happening, but it seemed like my energy and the weapon''s energy were in conflict, spiraling out of control. The heat was unbearable, as if the metal was about to melt.


    Within seconds, the weapon exploded in a deafening flash of light and sound. The room filled with blinding brilliance, and my entire body vibrated with an abnormal intensity. In the midst of the explosion, it felt as if the very air itself had split open behind me, and before I could react, I was pulled into a portal that materialized out of nowhere.


    The next instant was an endless fall, until finally my body hit a scorching surface. I was in a desolate place, a desert planet under a merciless sun. I felt the hot sand under my skin. My clothes, a simple white shirt and black pants with gold trim, offered no relief from the stifling heat that filled the place. I wore no insignia, no rings or pendants to identify me. I was alone and with no sign of my children or what had happened at Zenith.


    The air was dry and hot, and the scorching sun made the temperature easily exceed 50 degrees Celsius. My head was confused, but the only thing I knew for sure was that I was somewhere completely inhospitable and unknown. The solitude of that desert only increased the feeling of uncertainty that overwhelmed me.


    While I was unconscious in the desert sands, the situation at Zenith Station was still chaotic. After the explosion, those present were just beginning to recover from the blinding flash. Sadeth, seeing the confusion and chaos around her, opened a portal and shouted:


    ¡ª?Retreat! ¡ª and he disappeared through it, followed by his men, closing the portal behind him.


    Darius, stunned by what had happened, recovered as quickly as he could. Seeing Dennis unconscious on the floor, he ordered the guards to take him to the infirmary. His immediate priority was to save his nephew, but he couldn''t help but wonder where I was.


    Darius ''s cousin, rushed in, his face a mix of worry and urgency.


    ¡ª?How is Terry?¡ª she asked, her voice thick with anxiety.


    Darius, with a grave expression, shook his head.


    ¡ªI don¡¯t know. When we arrived, Sadeth was fighting Terry and Dennis. There was a struggle, and suddenly the room lit up with an explosion. When the flash faded, Terry was gone. I think Sadeth transported him somewhere.


    ¡ª?Have you tracked his signal? ¡ª Francisco Javier asked quickly, already taking out a portable device from his belt. ¡ªThe tracking chip we implanted in him when he was a child should still work.


    Darius nodded.


    ¡ªI hope so. I''m going to the main hall to check the computers. If the tracking chip signal is still active, we should be able to find him.


    Francisco Javier checked his device, but what he saw worried him even more.


    ¡ªThe signal has completely faded, ¡ª he reported, his tone laden with concern.


    ¡ªThen we have no time to waste, ¡ª Darius concluded , his voice firm but heavy with tension.


    Together, they ran to the computer room, where the team was already working frantically, searching for any sign of my whereabouts. The silence in the room was stifling, only interrupted by the incessant clicking of the tracking systems.


    But so far, it all seemed to be in vain. My signal, the only clue that could lead them to me, had disappeared without a trace.


    Meanwhile, I lay there in the scorching desert sands, struggling to stay conscious, completely oblivious to the chaos I had left behind.


    As he lay unconscious in the scorching sands of the desert planet of Zalara , the brutality of the Saharim ¡ªthe people of the desert¡ªcontinued. They were known for their cruelty, raiding defenseless populations and enslaving the survivors. Their alliance with the Nefrit only exacerbated the situation, providing them with a constant supply of cheap labor, as if life were nothing more than a bargaining chip to them.


    I don''t know how long I was there, vulnerable and exposed, when the Saharim found me. I should have been easy prey, another one to add to their collection of unfortunates. They took me to a dark, windowless room, the air heavy and silent.


    I began to slowly wake up, my head dazed and my body still weak. I felt something cold on my forehead, and I let out a soft moan, the throbbing pain in my body returning like an old friend. I squinted open my eyes, trying to make out where I was. The light of a flickering candle barely illuminated the room, and beside me, there was a strange figure, a woman whose expression I couldn''t quite make out.


    ¡ªAre you awake yet? How good!¡ª the woman exclaimed as she gently passed a cold cloth over my face. I tried to sit up, but she, with surprising firmness, stopped me, placing a hand on my chest. ¡ªIt¡¯s better if you don¡¯t get up yet. Your energy is low,¡ª she warned, as she offered me a glass of water.


    I accepted the glass with shaking hands, and though the cool liquid soothed the dryness in my throat, it did nothing to calm the confusion that was brewing inside me. Everything was a blur; my mind was a mess.


    ¡ª?What is your name?¡ª the woman asked gently, her voice soft and soothing. I could see her face, young, barely illuminated by the dim light of a candle flickering in the darkness. Her gaze was warm, but the headache pounding in my skull kept me from fully focusing.


    I tried to remember. ¡ªMy name is¡­¡ª But instead of a clear answer, all I found was an overwhelming void in my mind. The stabbing pain that followed threatened to split my head in two, forcing me to close my eyes and clench my teeth.


    Before she could respond, the door to the room swung open, breaking the fragile silence. A man entered with a determined stride. He carried a ray gun slung across his back, and the candle in the room flickered at his entrance, casting menacing shadows on the walls. The woman, who until then had appeared calm, gave a slight start, but quickly regained her composure.


    ¡ª?Tariq, what are you doing here?¡ª he asked, his voice revealing a mix of surprise and tension as he kept a hand on my shoulder, as if trying to protect me from him.


    The man, who I now knew was called Tariq, strode steadily toward us, his dark, cold eyes fixed on me, as if he were assessing my every movement, every breath.


    ¡ªI¡¯ve come to check on the prisoner, ¡ª he replied in a gruff voice, not even bothering to look at the woman. His attention was completely on me.


    ¡ª Prisoner. ¡ª The word echoed through my mind. I knew something wasn¡¯t right, but I still couldn¡¯t put all the pieces together. My body was exhausted, my mind fogged, but this man, Tariq, posed a threat. It was evident in his bearing; in the way his hand was never too far from his gun. The air in the room had grown thick, charged with tension.


    I tried to speak, but the words stuck in my throat. My mind, still in a thick fog, couldn¡¯t make sense of what was happening. ¡ª?Who was it? ?Where was I?¡ª Questions crowded through my mind as I looked around the scene with a mix of confusion and fear. I didn¡¯t recognize these people, or the place I was in. Everything in my head was a mess, a puzzle with pieces that didn¡¯t fit.


    Tariq, with his menacing presence and the beam rifle hanging from his back, added a layer of tension that kept me on the edge of panic. My body was weak, but my mind was beginning to feel the urgency to escape this situation, even though I didn''t know what I was running from.


    The woman beside me, tenderly watching over me, pointed in my direction. Despite her protective gesture, I felt completely vulnerable. Tariq watched me warily, his hard gaze assessing my every move. His distrust was palpable, and when he finally spoke, his tone was sharp.


    ¡ª?What¡¯s your name?¡ª Tariq asked, his raspy voice breaking the silence in the room.


    I put my hand to my head, trying to find answers in a painful emptiness. My voice came out barely above a whisper, laden with desperation.


    ¡ªI don¡¯t know, ¡ª I said, my throat dry and my mind in disarray. ¡ªI don¡¯t know who I am or why I¡¯m here. Who are you guys? I can¡¯t remember anything. ?How did I get here?


    A sharp pain in my head shot through me, causing me to close my eyes and put both hands to my temples, as if I could force my memory back. But there was nothing, only a disturbing emptiness. The woman, with surprising gentleness, stroked my head, trying to calm me down.


    ¡ªLet him rest for a while, ¡ª she told Tariq, her voice calm but firm. ¡ªHis mind is still trying to find the information.


    Tariq, however, did not seem convinced. She could sense the distrust in his gaze, the obvious rejection in his voice as he spoke, ignoring the woman''s plea.


    ¡ª?What if he¡¯s an informant?¡ª Tariq asked, his tone cutting, making me shudder.


    The possibility that I might be considered a spy, an enemy, chilled my blood. ¡ª?Who was I really? ¡ª ?Could it be that I was here for a purpose I was not aware of?¡ª Nothing made sense, and as Tariq stared at me with those cold, calculating eyes, a sense of impending danger began to settle deep within me. I was at his mercy, and I knew it.


    The woman, without losing her calm, responded to Tariq firmly, almost in a reproachful tone that left no room for doubt.


    ¡ªHe isn¡¯t. ?Don¡¯t you see that he¡¯s not dressed like someone from the desert? ¡ª she said, pointing at my clothes. ¡ªBesides, he was found passed out in the desert. Do you really think that someone from this planet would expose themselves to the heat like that? We know every detail of this planet, and none of us would do that. Plus, his skin is lighter than ours. He¡¯s from another planet. Let him recover his memory and he¡¯ll surely tell us who he is and how he got here.


    Tariq muttered something, visibly displeased, but he couldn¡¯t argue with the points she had made. He clearly didn¡¯t like the attention the woman was paying me. ¡ª?Jealousy? ¡ª I thought as I watched the tension between them, though my mind was still too dazed to process the interpersonal dynamics clearly.


    ¡ªYou¡¯re right, ¡ª Tariq said with a sneer, his words laden with a frustration he made no attempt to hide.


    Meanwhile, back in Zenith, the hunt for Imperial High Priest Terry Whittaker, my true identity, was in full swing. My family, including my father, uncles, brothers, sons, and other close relatives, had joined forces in a frantic search, attempting to track my energy signature or any clues that might lead them to me. However, the tracking chip I always carried was not emitting any signal, and my energy signature seemed to have completely vanished, as if it had been erased from existence.


    In the operating room, Darius frowned at a screen filled with blinking lights, each representing a possible signal, but none connected to me.


    Darius began, uncertainty evident in his voice.


    ¡ªDon''t even say that as a joke, ¡ª Francisco Javier interrupted him, in a sharp tone. ¡ªI know he''s alive.


    Darius looked at him, clearly frustrated, a mix of anxiety and guilt showing on his face. I knew he blamed himself for not having intervened in time, for not having acted faster when I faced Sadeth. He felt overwhelmed by that weight, but Francisco Javier didn''t let that thought settle in.


    ¡ª?Do you feel his energy? ¡ª Darius asked , his voice tense, as if he desperately needed to hear a reassuring statement.


    Francisco Javier, always more intuitive, nodded with conviction.


    ¡ªNo, I can¡¯t sense his energy, ¡ª he admitted, which for a moment seemed to dash Darius ¡¯ hope . But his tone changed, firm, with an almost palpable determination. ¡ªBut he¡¯s not dead either. I know that.


    Darius looked at him, incredulous and desperate, unable to share that certainty.


    ¡ª?How do you know? ¡ª he snapped, his anxiety mixing with guilt as his hands shook slightly on the console. ¡ªHow could he be so sure? ¡ª he thought, silently questioning his cousin¡¯s unwavering faith.


    Francisco Javier did not hesitate for a moment. His gaze was deep, almost as if he felt it inside himself.


    ¡ªI know this because Terry is stronger than any of us can imagine. He¡¯s survived worse. He¡¯s not going to give up now, ¡ª she replied with unwavering conviction, her eyes shining with the certainty that her son was still alive somewhere. What they couldn¡¯t know was that, at that moment, I was stranded on Zalara, struggling to regain not only my memory, but my identity.


    Uncertainty continued to reign at Zenith, as monitors continued to search for a trace of my whereabouts. No one knew how long it would take for me to return, but for my family, the clock was ticking, and every second that passed brought them closer to an uncertain future.


    ¡ªI know you¡¯re worried,¡ª Francisco Javier said with icy calm, placing a hand on his cousin¡¯s shoulder. He knew well the weight of guilt Darius carried for not having acted in time, for not having fulfilled his duty to protect Terry during the confrontation with Sadeth. But he also understood that Sadeth ¡¯s actions were already underway long before they could intervene.


    ¡ªThere is no point in arguing amongst ourselves. We must continue to search for him. Terry is alive. If he were dead, his brothers would be dead too. Remember that if the gem fragment had been extracted, none of my children would be alive ¡ªadded Francisco Javier, reminding him of the deep energetic bond between Terry and his people.


    Darius growled in frustration, his hands still shaking slightly on the console. Though he didn''t want to admit it, he knew his cousin was right.


    ¡ªFine, ¡ª Darius relented, though his tone of voice was still tinged with annoyance. He knew Francisco Javier was being reasonable, but the burden of guilt consumed him.


    The tension in Zenith¡¯s command room was palpable. Monitor lights flickered with analysis and search data, but no signals provided answers. Terry¡¯s whereabouts remained a mystery. The soldiers and scientists worked tirelessly, but each passing minute seemed like an eternity. The feeling of uncertainty weighed on everyone.


    As Darius and Francisco Javier shared their concerns, in another corner of the room, Terry''s mother, Helena, stood firm, clinging to hope with unwavering determination. Despite her anguish, her posture did not reflect despair, but rather a quiet confidence.


    ¡ªWe can''t give up,¡ª she muttered to herself, her gaze fixed on the radar screen. ¡ªTerry''s out there, I know it.


    Her voice was barely a whisper, but it rang out with a force that captured the attention of everyone in the room. Even Darius, for all his frustration and guilt, couldn''t help but feel a glimmer of hope at Helena''s words. Her conviction radiated an energy that, though faint, was enough to keep them all on their feet.


    The search continued, though it seemed endless. Each new piece of information brought with it a small spark of hope, only to quickly fade when no sign confirmed Terry¡¯s whereabouts. Still, no one in the room allowed themselves to give up ¡ª.Terry remained the pillar of their lives.


    Meanwhile, in Zalara, several days had passed since I was found in the desert, and although my body was slowly healing, the pain persisted. The trauma of the explosion had left me weakened, and sometimes the headache would subside enough to allow me to think clearly, but other times it would return with overwhelming intensity, reminding me of how fragile my state was.


    My cells were vibrating with an unknown energy. It was as if something inside me had changed irreversibly ¡ª .The explosion had done more than just harm me physically; something in my internal structure had been altered, ¡ª and although I still didn¡¯t fully understand what had happened, I could feel that this change was related to the gem inside me.


    Each day, I grew a little bit better, but the sense of loss and confusion remained. The pain wasn¡¯t just physical; it was as if my very identity was at stake, as if parts of me had been caught in the flash of the explosion, fragmented and lost in space. In the darkness of his cell, Terry struggled to understand what had happened to him. The memories remained blurry, scattered fragments of images and sensations that he couldn¡¯t quite piece together into a coherent narrative. ?How had he come to be in Zalara?


    What had caused the explosion that left me unconscious in the desert? Questions kept crowding my mind as my body tried to recover. I felt trapped in a fog of confusion. I looked at my hand and noticed something that caused me deep discomfort: the ¡ªwedding ring¡ª that I had always worn on my finger had melted and lost at some point during my journey through the transport portal. All that remained was the pale mark on my skin, the reminder of what had been. It was a symbol of my past life, but now, even that connection seemed to have vanished.


    Answers remained elusive. No matter how hard I tried to remember, everything remained a void, a distant echo of what had been. I knew there was something important behind all of this, something that connected me to the explosion, to my disappearance. But the more I tried to reach those memories, the more distant they seemed.


    Meanwhile, at Zenith, my family''s anguish knew no bounds. My disappearance had shattered everyone''s routine, and the search for Terry Whittaker had become a collective obsession. Every day that passed without news, every failed attempt to trace my energy signature, increased the feeling of desperation. It was as if a dark shadow had settled over the station, and no one could dispel it.


    My mother, Helena, clung to hope with unwavering determination. No matter what happened, she refused to accept the possibility that her son was lost forever. Every day, she could be seen in the command room, watching the monitors and tracking signals, her gaze fixed, hopeful. Her conviction, though silent, was almost palpable, and kept everyone around her focused on the goal of finding me.


    In another corner of Zenith, Darius and Francisco Javier continued to work tirelessly. Despite the tensions that sometimes arose between them, they shared the same goal: to find me and bring me back safely. Darius, who had already recovered from the blow that Sadeth had dealt him, still carried the weight of guilt for not having acted more quickly, but Francisco Javier kept him firm, reminding him that there was more at stake than just his own regret.


    Time passed inexorably, and both in Zalara and Zenith, my fate remained unknown. For me, each day that passed in Zalara was an internal struggle to recover what I had lost, both my memory and my energy. I knew that the event that had brought me to this desert planet was no coincidence. The explosion, my disappearance, the loss of my ring... everything seemed to be connected in an intricate plot that I could not yet unravel.


    At Zenith, every minute without answers weighed heavily on my family''s shoulders. The monitors kept showing blinking lights, but no clear sign of my whereabouts. The universe, vast and relentless, became a labyrinth where my story was still waiting to be revealed. A story that seemed to have been lost among the stars, but had not yet come to an end.

 CHAPTER 11 SHADOWS IN THE CELL, LIGHTS ON THE HORIZON

    It was nighttime when Tariq burst into my cell, slamming a plate of food onto the table. The sound of metal against the surface brought me out of my thoughts, but it didn¡¯t startle me. I had grown accustomed to the hostility in this place, and Tariq was no exception.


    ¡ªThis is from Nova Celestia, Your Royal Highness,¡ª he said with a biting irony that I couldn''t ignore. ¡ªAre you sure that Your Highness doesn''t need anything else?¡ª


    I stared at him for a moment, trying to decipher the layers of resentment hiding beneath his mocking tone. ¡ªWhy so much disdain for me?¡ª I had barely spoken to him since I was brought here, but clearly, I was more than just a prisoner in his eyes.


    ¡ªI don¡¯t want any trouble,¡ª I replied as I got out of bed, fatigue still present in every fiber of my body. The air in the cell was heavy, but I couldn¡¯t allow myself to give in to the tension. I slowly approached the table, trying to remain calm.


    Tariq, however, was not about to let things go. He stood in front of me, his eyes locked with mine, filled with anger and something else I couldn''t quite understand. I felt that anger pulsing in his gaze, anger directed at me for no apparent reason.


    ¡ªWell, pretty boy, there you have it,¡ª she snapped, her voice laced with venom.


    I watched him for a moment longer, trying to connect the dots. ¡ªWhy all the hate?¡ª Then, the pieces started to fit together, and although I wasn¡¯t entirely sure, I decided to provoke a reaction.


    ¡ªI don¡¯t know what¡¯s wrong with you,¡ª I said slowly. ¡ªI can only guess that Nova Celestia is interested in me, not just as a prisoner, but as a man. Or am I mistaken?¡ª


    My words seemed to ignite a spark in Tariq. I had barely finished speaking when I felt his hands gripping my shirt, the fabric already worn and dirty from the desert dust. The gleaming white of my clothes had faded, and they now bore the marks of my days in this inhospitable place.


    ¡ªIf you come near her, you die,¡ª Tariq threatened, his voice low and filled with hate. His fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt, his grip feeling like a claw seeking to destroy what little resistance remained of me.


    ¡ªI couldn¡¯t let this continue.¡ª My survival instinct, despite the weakness still running through my body, kicked in. I could feel the heat in my veins, the adrenaline awakening my senses. Every thread of my shirt seemed to tell a story of struggle, and I wasn¡¯t going to let it break here.


    Tariq and I struggled. It was a physical duel, but also one of wills. Although he outnumbered me, my determination drove me to resist. The air in the cell seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the struggle, as if the universe itself were holding its breath, watching what would happen.


    I could see the fury in Tariq¡¯s eyes, but I also saw something deeper, a desperation that made him dangerous. ¡ªWhat had made him lose control like that?¡ª His jealousy and rage seemed to blind him, and that blindness made him vulnerable.


    Every muscle in my body tensed, every breath became heavier as our movements intertwined in a chaotic dance. The blows were fast, but my reflexes, trained by years of discipline under the tutelage of my uncle Darius , were beginning to awaken. I knew I couldn¡¯t beat him in a direct confrontation, not in my state, but ¡ªI had something more than physical strength: my survival instinct.¡ª


    With a quick movement, I managed to free myself from the grip on my neck, taking an agile leap backwards. My feet slid across the cell floor, adopting the defensive stance that Darius had taught me so long ago. It was almost automatic, as if body and mind were aligned in perfect harmony, ready for whatever came next.


    Across from me, Tariq paused for a moment, his eyes locked on mine. I knew he wasn¡¯t done, but I also knew he was on alert now. The fight between us wasn¡¯t just physical; it was a fight for control, for domination of our destiny.


    The air in the cell was thick with tension, and though sweat was pouring down my forehead, my eyes remained fixed on Tariq, ready for whatever came next.


    Tariq, seeing that I wouldn''t give in easily, pointed his gun at me, his gaze cold and calculating.


    ¡ªThere are no witnesses here,¡ª he said with chilling coldness. ¡ªIf I kill you, I''ll say it was self-defense, that you were trying to escape.¡ª


    Indignation flared up in me like a flame. ¡ªCoward.¡ª The word echoed in my mind. I had nothing to defend myself with, and yet, he was not able to stand up to me.


    ¡ªYou''re a coward,¡ª I shouted, feeling rage take over my voice. ¡ªI have nothing to defend myself with, and you''re not capable of facing me hand to hand.¡ª


    Tariq smiled scornfully, not moving a muscle in his menacing stance.


    ¡ªI¡¯m not going to waste my energy on that,¡ª he replied disdainfully. ¡ªI can take you out easily and quickly. I¡¯ve been chasing Nova for years, and now you come along and take her away from me so easily.¡ª


    His words confirmed what I suspected: his hatred was not only for me, but for what he believed I represented in his sick game of jealousy. Before I could respond, the cell door slowly opened, and in the darkness appeared a figure who, although young, emanated a palpable authority. His presence interrupted the tense confrontation.


    He was younger than Tariq, youthful in appearance but with a sharp gaze, like that of a hawk that did not miss a single detail. His entrance into the room broke the silence for good.


    ¡ªSo here you are, Tariq,¡ª the young man declared, his deep, resonant voice filling the cell. ¡ªAnd I see that, as always, you are following your filthy, deplorable nature.¡ª


    Tariq didn''t lower his gun, though I could see his confidence wavering in the presence of this man.


    ¡ªHe tried to escape!¡ª Tariq shouted, almost desperate to justify his actions.


    ¡ªI don¡¯t think so,¡ª the young man replied firmly, observing the scene with a penetrating gaze. ¡ªHe has no weapons, and you do. He is in a defensive position against the wall. This looks more like a cold-blooded and merciless murder attempt. What will Nova think of all this?¡ª


    Silence fell over the cell after that last question. The mention of Nova changed Tariq''s expression. Before he could react, the young man grabbed him by the neck with a tremendous force, surprising for someone of his slight build. He pushed him towards the door with such intensity that Tariq had no choice but to obey, humiliation and defeat written on his face.


    ¡ªGet out,¡ª the young man said, his voice calm but firm.


    Tariq, overwhelmed, left the cell without another word. The young man watched him go and then turned to me. He sat down on the bed in the cell and, with a calm gesture, invited me to sit in the chair opposite him.


    ¡ªI¡¯m Aiden Celestia,¡ª he introduced himself, his voice calm now that the tension was gone. ¡ªI understand this isn¡¯t the best place for us to meet. You¡¯re our prisoner, but we don¡¯t know anything about you. My sister asked me to use my abilities to help you regain your memories.¡ª


    I watched him closely as the words settled in my mind.¡ªAiden Celestia.¡ª Nova¡¯s brother. The relief that Tariq no longer posed an immediate threat was palpable, but a new challenge loomed before me: reclaiming what I had lost, my identity, my memories. And Aiden , with his piercing, calm gaze, seemed ready to help me.


    Aiden calmly approached and, placing his hands on my head, began the process of unearthing the memories that lay hidden in my mind. I felt as if I was immersed in a whirlwind of images and sensations, each one strange and familiar at the same time. It was as if I was sailing through time and space, caught in an uncontrollable flow of fragmented memories. I could catch glimpses of unfamiliar landscapes, faces I didn¡¯t recognize, and voices speaking in a strange language I couldn¡¯t understand.


    Suddenly, an explosion of light interrupted the process. It was a blinding flash that threw us both into darkness, leaving us unconscious. The minutes that followed felt like an eternity, until I slowly began to regain consciousness. My body, although weakened, felt the effects of what had happened. The air seemed thick, and something in my chest was beginning to burn, as if something inside me was awakening after a long time.


    ¡ªThat was intense,¡ª Aiden murmured , still dizzy from the experience we had both shared. His hands shook slightly as he tried to regain his balance.


    For my part, the burning in my chest was intensifying. Something beyond physical pain was happening inside me, as if a pent-up energy was beginning to break free. Aiden tried to help me, but I noticed him recoil slightly, as if the energy emanating from me overwhelmed him.


    ¡ªYou have a lot of pent-up energy,¡ª Aiden observed with a mixture of wonder and caution. ¡ªCan you remember anything?¡ª


    I shook my head, my voice weak, but full of frustration.


    ¡ªNo,¡ª I replied. ¡ªJust images and conversations in a strange language. I don¡¯t know who I am or how I got here.¡ª


    Aiden looked at me with understanding. His face, though youthful, reflected a quiet wisdom. He leaned toward me, his voice now softer and more reassuring.


    ¡ªYour memories will gradually return, like the petals of a flower awakening with the sun ¡ªshe told me, wrapping her words in promises of hope. Her tone had a sweetness that urged me to trust, not to despair¡ª Allow yourself to rest. Your body and mind need time.


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    His words, like fresh water on a dry land, brought me some relief. Aiden let me rest, promising that little by little everything would fall into place. Even though I still didn''t know who he was, I clung to that promise.


    Three days later, I was released from my confinement. Guided through long hallways, I was led into a room lit by soft daylight, filled with large tables and lively conversations. Despite the bustle, the atmosphere was surprisingly calm. At the end of that scene, I saw her. ¡ªNova Celestia,¡ª her presence radiated a calm authority, like a beacon in a sea of uncertainty. At her side, Aiden gestured for me to join them.


    Without hesitation, I walked to the place offered to me, my mind still shrouded in the mystery of my own destiny. I sat down next to Aiden , surveying the room around me. As I did so, a delicate young woman offered me cutlery, while another maid placed a plate full of delicacies I didn¡¯t recognize in front of me. I couldn¡¯t help but wonder ¡ªwhat creatures had fueled this feast,¡ª but as I took the first bite, that question faded away. The exquisite taste flooded my senses, providing such intense pleasure that for a moment I forgot about everything else.


    ¡ªHow are you feeling?¡ª Nova asked, her voice soft but resonant, like a distant echo traveling through the vast universe. Her eyes, deep and enigmatic, studied me with a mixture of curiosity and expectation.


    The energy in my chest was still there, but it was no longer a burden. I felt better, more stable, although still without clear answers.


    ¡ªI feel better now, thanks to your kindness,¡ª I replied, smiling a smile that sought to convey gratitude.


    But as I spoke, I noticed someone else in the room. ¡ªTariq,¡ª in the corner, watching me with disdain. His gaze was filled with resentment and jealousy, as if every word I spoke twisted his soul. I knew the tension between us had not yet dissipated, but in that moment, surrounded by Nova, Aiden , and the other diners, I felt that, at least for now, the conflict would be put on hold.


    The horizon of my life was opening up before me, full of possibilities, but also of uncertainties. Who was I really? What role did Nova and Aiden play in my destiny? These questions remained unanswered, but for the first time in days, I felt that the path to truth was beginning to light up, even if it was just a glimmer in the distance.


    ¡ªIt is good to know that you are recovering,¡ª Nova intervened with a motherly tenderness, her voice soft as a warm breeze that caresses the soul. ¡ªAlthough memories have faded like stars in the morning, you can find refuge among us. A new life can blossom if you find purpose in our paths. Living confined will only tarnish the brightness of your memories.¡ª


    His words resonated within me, filling me with a strange peace, although the uncertainty about my past lingered like a shadow.


    ¡ªI agree,¡ª I replied, this time with more conviction. If I couldn¡¯t remember who I was, I could at least find a purpose here, with them. ¡ªHow can I be of use?¡ª


    Aiden , with his calm and confident demeanor, leaned toward me, offering his guidance.


    ¡ªDon''t worry. We''ll shape a new name for you, one that will accompany you on this journey ¡ªhe said with a slight smile¡ª How about Jaxon Steele?


    The name hung in the air for a moment, echoing in my mind like a forgotten melody. It was strong, as if it embodied someone renewed, ready for whatever fate had in store for him. Nova, whose eyes sparkled like stars on a clear night, welcomed the choice.


    ¡ªI like it,¡ª I said, nodding in gratitude. Even as I accepted my new name, a question lodged itself in my heart: ¡ªWhere were my roots?¡ª If I had a family, why wasn¡¯t anyone looking for me? It was a question I couldn¡¯t let go of, but for now, I had to move on.


    ¡ªEat well, Jaxon ,¡ª Aiden urged , using my new name. ¡ªWe have a journey ahead of us. We must leave for a village for a business transaction.¡ª


    The casual tone of his words piqued my curiosity. ¡ªWhat kind of business is being conducted on this planet?¡ª


    The word ¡ªslavery¡ª still echoed in my mind like a somber echo as I hurriedly finished eating. That concept, that reality that Nova spoke of so firmly, filled me with a deep revulsion, even though I couldn¡¯t remember who


    I was or where I came from. ¡ªI knew I couldn¡¯t be part of something like that.¡ª I felt a connection with a higher power, a protective presence that, although I couldn¡¯t define it, gave me the certainty that my path had to be different.


    When he was done, Aiden stood up and motioned for me to follow him. We walked in silence until we reached a room where a wooden tub filled with hot water awaited me. Steam rose into the air, filling the room with a soft aroma that invited me to relax. I stood there for a moment before removing the dusty and grimy clothes that had witnessed my journey through the desert.


    The water enveloped me in a warm feeling of relief, washing away every trace of the arid desert that had clung to my skin. For a moment, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to briefly forget the uncertainty that had dominated my life for the past few days.


    Next to the tub, I found clean clothes, lighter and more suitable for the warm climate of Zalara . I dressed quickly, feeling the freshness of the new garments against my skin. It was as if, with each layer of dirty clothing I left behind, I was getting closer to who I really was, even if I couldn¡¯t quite remember it yet.


    Forty-five minutes later, Aiden returned, this time holding a belt in one hand and a selection of laser weapons in the other.


    ¡ªHere you go,¡ª he said, handing me the belt. ¡ªMake sure you fasten it tightly around your waist.¡ª


    I adjusted my belt, which felt heavy, but surprisingly comfortable. Aiden then showed me the weapons he had brought. I took out the laser guns, a curved knife, and finally, a sword. However, as I held the sword, I felt an uneasiness. It wasn''t my weapon. It was like my body couldn''t connect with it, like something was missing.


    Aiden noticed my hesitation and watched me silently for a few seconds before speaking.


    ¡ªIt seems that sword is not for you ¡ªhe said with a slight smile¡ª Come, I have something else that may suit your style better.


    He led me into another room, an armory of sorts, filled with all sorts of weapons. The space was lit by a dim light, and the shadows of the weapons hanging on the walls created an almost mystical atmosphere. Aiden gestured for me to choose what resonated best with me.


    ¡ªChoose the one that feels right for you, with your personality ¡ªhe urged me, watching me curiously as I walked among the weapons.


    My eyes fell upon a set of four axes of varying sizes. There was something about their design, their weight and balance, that immediately drew me in. I took two of them in a firm grip, and knew they were what I needed. The cold metal in my hands awakened a forgotten memory, a sense of belonging. With a determined gesture, I threw both axes toward a nearby post. The weapons flew with precision and embedded themselves deeply into the wood.


    Aiden nodded in approval, a light smile on his face.


    ¡ªLooks like you''ve found your thing ¡ªhe commented.


    I stared at the axes stuck in the post, feeling a deeper connection to those weapons than anything else in days. ¡ªMaybe this was a sign that I was starting to find my place,¡ª though my memory remained shrouded in shadows.


    ¡ªGet ready, Jaxon, ¡ª Aiden said , using the new name I¡¯d been given. ¡ªWe¡¯ve got a journey ahead of us, and you¡¯re going to need those skills.¡ª


    I nodded, knowing that although I was still shrouded in the mystery of my own identity, I was slowly regaining more of what I had lost.


    ¡ªThese are your weapons,¡ª Aiden said with certainty, as he looked at the axes in my hands. ¡ªYou''ve obviously fought before, even if you don''t remember where. But you''ll find out, no doubt about it.¡ª


    I felt his confidence in my abilities, even though my mind was still clouded by the lack of memories. There was something comforting in his words.


    ¡ªI¡¯m sure you will,¡ª Aiden added , lightly patting me on the shoulder in a supportive gesture. I wasn¡¯t alone in this.


    With a nod, he motioned for me to follow. We stepped outside, and the sun beat down on my eyes with an intensity I hadn''t experienced in days. After so much time in dark places, my pupils contracted with difficulty, but I slowly grew accustomed to the light. Before me was a vast expanse of barren land, and mounted in front of me was an imposing creature. ¡ªThe Astroraptor ,¡ª a beast that combined the majesty of a reptile with the grace of an animal .


    cosmic. Its skin gleamed in the sun, and Aiden explained to me that it was docile and bonded quickly with its rider.


    I mounted the creature with some caution, but the Astroraptor reacted calmly, as if it accepted me immediately. Aiden and I, along with several other men from the caravan, began to move forward. Among them, I spotted Marcus Orion , a burly man who seemed to be in charge of transporting the slaves. As we rode, I couldn¡¯t help but feel the need to be alert. I knew I couldn¡¯t always count on Aiden ¡¯s protection . Tariq remained in the shadows, and although he posed no direct threat now, the tension between us was palpable.


    We arrived at a bustling town, full of activity. The coming and going of people, the shops and merchants exchanging goods of all kinds created a chaotic, but lively atmosphere. While Aiden engaged in conversation with a man in the distance, he left me to explore on my own.


    I was watching everything with curiosity when Marcus approached and, placing his hand on my shoulder, greeted me with a friendly smile.


    ¡ªHow are you?¡ª Marcus greeted, his voice filled with camaraderie.


    ¡ªHello,¡ª I replied, returning the smile, albeit with some caution.


    ¡ªMy name is Marcus Orion ,¡ª he introduced himself, proudly pointing to one of the weapons he carried with him, a well-designed and clearly handmade weapon. ¡ªI am the creator of these beauties,¡ª he added, showing off his creation with evident pride.


    ¡ªNice to meet you, Marcus,¡ª I replied, looking with interest at the weapon he held. Its design was impressive, and it made me wonder what else I could find in this place. ¡ªWhat kind of transactions take place here?¡ª I asked, wanting to know more about the commerce of the village.


    Marcus nodded, understanding my curiosity.


    ¡ªThis is just a small sample of what goes on here,¡ª he said, pointing toward the red tents at the end of the street. ¡ªEvery kind of item imaginable is traded here, from advanced technology to ancient relics. It¡¯s a true intergalactic marketplace.¡ª


    I was impressed by the scale of trade in the village. The idea of such a vast market, where different worlds were connected through goods and transactions, was fascinating to me.


    ¡ªIt must be fascinating to be involved in these transactions,¡ª I commented, feeling a mixture of admiration and curiosity.


    Marcus smiled, pleased by my interest.


    ¡ªIt certainly is. You can find things here that you won''t see anywhere else in the universe ¡ªhe said proudly, before looking at me with interest¡ª And you, Jaxon ? What brings you to our humble planet?


    I hesitated for a moment. ¡ªI didn¡¯t really know.¡ª But I decided to be honest, at least in part.


    ¡ªI¡¯m looking for answers about my past,¡ª I confessed. ¡ªI¡¯ve lost my memory and I¡¯m trying to piece together who I am and where I come from.¡ª


    Marcus looked at me with a mix of surprise and empathy.


    ¡ªThat sounds complicated,¡ª he said, his tone more serious. ¡ªNot knowing who you are can be harder than any battle. But this is a good place to find answers¡­ if you know where to look.¡ª


    His words resonated with me. Although Zalara seemed like a hostile place in many ways, it also represented an opportunity. Perhaps, among the transactions and secrets of this world, I could find some clue to my past.


    Marcus nodded understandingly. ¡ªI understand. Well, if you need any help or advice, don¡¯t hesitate to ask. I¡¯m here for you,¡ª he offered kindly.


    ¡ªYour words are very kind, Marcus. I appreciate your offer,¡ª I replied gratefully, feeling comforted by the warmth of this new acquaintance. There was something in the way Marcus spoke that conveyed a simple honesty, a solid foundation on which to build a friendship.


    Amidst the hustle and bustle of the intergalactic marketplace, as the bustle of transactions and the animated voices of merchants filled the air, Marcus and I continued to converse. A conversation that, unbeknownst to us at the time, promised a budding friendship, an alliance in this vast and unknown universe.


    Meanwhile, on the planet¡ªOmegara ¡ª, Rodrick and Ashtar were immersed in the search for my energy signature. The air in the room was charged with tension and worry as both brothers tried to solve the mystery of my disappearance.


    ¡ªHe¡¯s vanished,¡ª Rodrick said , concern evident in his voice as he looked his brother Ashtar straight in the eyes. ¡ªIn the entire universe, I can¡¯t find him.¡ª


    Ashtar, frowning, did not share the same pessimism. There was something else, something that did not add up.


    ¡ªI don¡¯t think so,¡ª Ashtar replied with determination. ¡ªHe must be somewhere out there. Perhaps his gem is blocked or there is something impeding his energy pulse. If he had died, we would have felt it as a tear in the universe.¡ª


    Ashtar recalled, with a shiver, what happened fifteen years ago, when Terry''s gem was extracted. ¡ªA similar event¡ª would have occurred now if that were the case.


    ¡ªBesides,¡ª Ashtar continued, his voice firmer, ¡ªif he were dead, you would not have his gems inside you. The three pieces would have been reunited, as they were then.¡ª


    Rodrick nodded, admitting that Ashtar was right.


    ¡ªBut where is Terry now?¡ª Rodrick asked , his frustration evident. ¡ªIn another dimension? That would be the only known explanation, because his energy signature is not found in this universe.¡ª


    Ashtar thought for a few seconds before answering, his gaze firm and determined.


    ¡ªI will create a device that will help us find him. We must expand the search. Perhaps, if I create a device that connects to your energy, we can increase the range and find him.


    At that very moment, Ethan and Zahori entered through a portal. They had spent hours searching every known planet. Exhaustion was visible on their faces, but not surrender. The search was not over yet.


    Everyone gathered in the library of Whittaker Castle, a place he used to visit frequently. The soft scent of roses from the nearby courtyard permeated the air, a reminder of the peaceful moments he used to enjoy there.


    ¡ªHow did it go?¡ª Ashtar asked, eager to know the results of his search.


    Ethan sighed, his tone heavy with discouragement.


    ¡ªBad. We didn''t find anything, and we went to about twenty planets ¡ªhe replied, frustration reflected in every word.


    Zahori , however, maintained his usual determination.


    ¡ªI won¡¯t give up,¡ª she said firmly. ¡ªI know he¡¯s alive, but something is blocking his energy, and we can¡¯t sense it.¡ª


    ¡ªI think the same,¡ª Ashtar added, murmuring in a doubtful tone. ¡ªSomething powerful must be going on for us to not be able to find its energy signature.¡ª


    Suddenly, Zahori ''s LumiCom started beeping.


    ¡ªI¡¯ll be back in a moment,¡ª he said as he left the room, heading to a more private room on the ground floor to answer.


    ¡ªHi, Max,¡ª Zahori replied as she answered.


    ¡ªHi. Have you heard from Terry?¡ª Max asked anxiously, his voice reflecting the same concern that everyone else felt.


    ¡ªWe¡¯re still looking for him,¡ª Zahori replied , his tone grim. ¡ªWe haven¡¯t found his energy signature. What about you? How¡¯s everything going there?¡ª


    Max sighed.


    ¡ªWe¡¯re still looking for him,¡ª he said, looking at Zyron , who was scanning the horizon with infrared binoculars. ¡ªThe computer doesn¡¯t show his signal, and we¡¯ve been traveling from planet to planet, spending weeks on each one. Rigel is also searching tirelessly, and she has more contacts than I do throughout the universe. She¡¯s been moving all her resources, but she¡¯s had no luck either.¡ª


    Zahori nodded, although Max couldn''t see her.


    ¡ªWe can''t let our guard down,¡ª Zahori said , his voice firm but with a note of tiredness. ¡ªHe must appear at some point.¡ª


    Max, despite everything, smiled confidently.


    ¡ªWe won''t give up, that''s for sure. I just wanted to report to you on what we''ve been doing. Zyron and I are still searching. I''ll call you back tomorrow.


    ¡ªOkay,¡ª Zahori replied , returning the smile through the LumiCom . ¡ªThanks, Max.¡ª


    With that, she hung up the call, the silence of the room enveloping her once again. Outside, the roses in the garden sway gently in the breeze, as the search for Terry continues unabated, both in Omegara and across the rest of the vast universe.

 CHAPTER 12 RENAISSANCE AMONG THE SHADOWS

    Three years have passed since that fateful day when, as Imperial High Priest, I was dragged through a portal to an unknown destination. My disappearance left a deep scar on the Whittaker family, who, despite everything, have not ceased in their search. Every day, every hour, they have dedicated their efforts to finding me, no matter how far I had been taken, even if it meant losing me among the stars. But my path led me to Zalara , a planet in the farthest reaches of the universe, so far away that it seemed to touch the limits of another reality. Here, in this inhospitable and mysterious place, I have found a new life, far from the echoes of my past. However, those who considered me their adversary, Sadeth and Anubis, continue to follow me, driven by the thirst for the ?theris Gem , the relic that I carry and that seems to be the object of their endless obsession.


    In Zalara , time moves differently. From a trader of artifacts and ancient technology, I have transformed into someone new, someone who has cast aside the shadows of the empire I once ruled.


    ¡ªToday marks the beginning of a new era!¡ª Nova¡¯s voice echoed with a mix of strength and hope, as we gathered around the communal table in our shelter. Holding her glass high, her gaze met mine and the others¡¯, her voice vibrating with excitement. ¡ªLet us toast Jaxon Steele, whose knowledge of science and medicine has been our salvation.¡ª


    Everyone raised their glasses in gratitude. Jaxon had been instrumental in their survival. Thanks to me, we were no longer dependent on old dishonorable practices, and for the first time we were self-sufficient, able to protect ourselves from any external threat.


    ¡ªYou¡¯ve given us the opportunity to thrive, Jaxon, ¡ª Nova continued. ¡ªYou¡¯ve transformed the way we live, and for that we owe you more than words can express.¡ª


    A round of applause rang out in the room, an echo of the evolution we had achieved over the past three years. What began as a simple struggle to survive in the middle of an inhospitable desert had become an advanced community, equipped with technology we once thought impossible to obtain. Sturdy homes, crops that flourished in the arid land, and a society that now not only lived, but thrived.


    I couldn''t help but feel a certain satisfaction in knowing that I had played a key role in this change. Although my hands were now stained more with dust and dirt than power, I was still the catalyst that drove this progress. The knowledge of chemistry, physics, and medicine that had once dominated my mind now served a whole new purpose.


    But there was something that Aiden , one of the few who knew me more deeply, did not let pass. His eyes, always sharp, analyzed me.


    ¡ªMaybe you''re running away from who you were ¡ªhe told me one night, when the silence of the desert was the only thing that kept us company.


    Those words stayed with me, a seed of doubt that grew as the days went by. Who was I really running from? What part of my past was I refusing to remember? Sometimes, in the silence, I felt the immense emptiness of something lost, like a shadow on the periphery of my mind. And in the darkest moments, a distant voice would whisper a name I couldn¡¯t remember, but that deep in my soul I knew was mine.


    After the banquet, I felt a strange need to escape the bustle. The fresh air felt like a promise, a necessary respite to clear my mind. Outside, the desert that had once been an endless wasteland of sand had transformed into something almost surreal. Where once there had been only arid dunes, flowers now grew, coloring the landscape, mingling with crops of potatoes, onions, and a diversity of vegetables I barely understood. Both terrestrial and extraterrestrial species had found their place in this once infertile soil. I made my way to a wooden seat on the garden porch, a quiet corner, removed from the constant movement of the community.


    The breeze was soft, laden with the subtle scent of the flowers that were now blooming freely. The air felt like a whisper from the planet, a reminder of how far this land had come, and yet how distant I felt from the peace the rest of the community seemed to have found. As I sank deeper into my seat, one question loomed ever larger: What would become of me if I couldn¡¯t recover the memories of my past? The emptiness that this lack of knowledge caused in me was like an abyss I could never fill. I couldn¡¯t live forever with the feeling that a crucial piece of myself was missing, as if I were incomplete, trapped between the man I was and the man I am now.


    I was so absorbed in these thoughts that I didn¡¯t notice Nova¡¯s arrival until she sat down beside me. Her presence was unmistakable, not just by her appearance, but by the calm she always seemed to bring with her. Barely 25 years old, Nova bore the marks of the Zalarian sun on her tanned skin. Her eyes reflected the strength of someone who had seen and lived far more than her age suggested. The hardships of this planet had shaped her in a particular way, combining a keen knack for trade with a keen instinct for battle. She was a born warrior, unafraid to face death if necessary, but she also possessed a sensitivity that made me feel, at times like this, that she could see beyond my barriers, as if she knew what was hidden within me.


    ¡ªYou look restless,¡ª he said softly, breaking the silence.


    ¡ªI am,¡ª I replied, without taking my eyes off the fields before us. ¡ªI always am.¡ª


    She was silent for a moment, and I was grateful for that. At her side, I didn¡¯t feel the need to fill the space with words. Nova had that ability to be present without forcing a conversation, without demanding immediate answers.


    ¡ªSometimes the past weighs more than the present ¡ªshe murmured, as if speaking as much to herself as to me¡ª But we can''t let it consume us.


    I wanted to tell her that it wasn¡¯t that simple, that the emptiness I felt went beyond simple lost memories. It was something deeper, an essential part of my being that was missing, like a constant echo resonating in my mind. But the words got stuck in my throat. Nova had always been a pragmatic woman, someone who moved forward without looking back any more than necessary. Her strength was something I deeply admired, but at the same time, I wondered if she had ever felt this kind of disconnection from her own being.


    ¡ªWe can''t always escape what we were,¡ª I finally said, my voice nearly drowned by the weight of my thoughts.


    Nova glanced at me, her piercing eyes studying my profile with an intensity that made me feel vulnerable, though not in an uncomfortable way. After a moment, she spoke.


    ¡ªMaybe it''s not about escape, Jaxon . Maybe it''s about reconciliation. What you were doesn''t have to define who you are now, but it can help you understand what you''ll be.


    That last sentence hung between us. I wondered if what he said was possible, if I could somehow reconcile myself with a past I didn¡¯t remember, but whose shadows continued to haunt me. Nova, as usual, had left a seed in my mind. And as the night breeze continued to caress the air, a part of me began to consider that maybe, just maybe, there was something I needed to recover not for the pain his absence caused me, but for the peace that meeting him could bring.


    I stood in silence, feeling Nova¡¯s presence beside me, both of us sharing the same air, the same desert, but carrying pasts that, though different, had shaped us. Meanwhile, the vegetable garden at our feet continued to grow, a living testament that even in the most arid lands, life always found a way to flourish.


    Terry, 38 years old, had arrived on Zalara at 35, after being thrown into the unknown following a crucial battle against Sadeth . The explosion that threw him into this world not only separated him from his previous life, but also robbed him of all memory of it. He woke up on Zalara as a man with no past,


    without identity. Although something inside him told him that he had been someone important, all that remained of his family and home were blurry fragments, glimpses of a life that seemed from another time.


    As the years passed, Zalara offered him a new chance to reinvent himself. Here, on this untamed planet, far from the shadows of the empire he once ruled, he found the possibility of creating different bonds. Nova had been key to that transformation. With her strength and wisdom, she had become more than just a fighting partner; over time, her presence filled voids Terry didn''t even know he had.


    Sitting next to Nova on the portico, a gentle breeze rustling the Zalarian flowers , Terry reflected on how much had changed. The harshness of this planet had marked not only his spirit, but his body as well. The scorching sun of Zalara had tanned his skin, and daily labor had sculpted muscles where politics and command had once lived. In his eyes there still shone that spark of hope, the same one that Zahori , his wife of times past, had loved deeply, although her face and name were only shadows in the nebula of his memory.


    As Terry was lost in his thoughts, Nova watched him silently. She knew there was something always lurking in Terry¡¯s mind, something he couldn¡¯t yet remember, and while she respected that process, she wanted to keep him connected to the present they had both created. Gently, she placed her hand on his, anchoring him back to this shared moment.


    Terry, shaken from his reverie, looked at her with a mixture of surprise and relief, as if he hadn''t realized how much she needed his touch.


    ¡ªSince when have you been here?¡ª he asked, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity.


    ¡ªJust now,¡ª Nova replied, smiling. ¡ªYou were so engrossed that I didn¡¯t want to interrupt you.¡ª


    ¡ªYou wouldn''t have bothered me. Your presence is always welcome,¡ª Terry said with that courtesy that characterized him, a courtesy that, despite the years and circumstances, remained a vestige of the life he once had.


    Nova smiled, as she had so many times before, fascinated by Terry¡¯s eloquence and refined manners. Despite everything he had been through in Zalara , he had not lost that part of himself. To her, it was a reflection of a past she could only imagine. She had spent years speculating about his origins: had he been a noble, a leader, a king? The way Terry had transformed the community, educating the next generation and teaching them beyond simple survival, only reinforced that theory.


    ¡ªI know,¡ª Nova said, with a smile that revealed something else.


    Terry looked at her, sensing that there was something important behind her words.


    ¡ª Jaxon ... have you thought about the future? ¡ªNova asked, her tone changing slightly, as if the question had been waiting for a long time.


    The question took him by surprise. Terry had thought about many things since he arrived in Zalara , but the future, his future, always seemed uncertain.


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    ¡ªI don''t know yet,¡ª he replied, his voice full of honesty. ¡ªI don''t have any concrete plans... to stay here, maybe get married, have children...¡ª


    The mention of marriage and family seemed natural, but it was also something he hadn''t really considered in depth until that moment. Watching Nova''s reaction, he understood the weight of his words. There was a mix of hope and excitement in her eyes, as if those words resonated deeply in her heart.


    ¡ªGet married and have kids...¡ª Nova murmured, moving closer, her eyes filled with an intensity Terry hadn''t noticed until that moment.


    The space between them disappeared in an instant. Nova''s lips sought Terry''s, and he, surprised at first, responded with equal passion. The kiss, laden with years of unexpressed emotions, was followed by a protective embrace, as if, in that moment, all the doubts and shadows of the past


    were suspended, leaving room for a shared future. Everything else¡ªthe desert, the starry sky¡ªseemed to fade away, leaving them alone in their promise of something new, something they both longed to explore together.


    But in the shadows, someone was watching. Tariq, a man consumed by envy, jealousy, and resentment, had witnessed the scene, and what he saw filled his heart with fury. Over the years, he had hidden his feelings for Nova, waiting for the right moment to approach her, but now he felt everything he had imagined was fading before his eyes. As his fists clenched in rage, a dark promise began to take shape in his mind.


    Over the next few days, Tariq spent his time spying on Terry. He knew that Terry preferred the solitude of the night, a time when he would retreat to his room to read and work on his inventions, away from the hustle and bustle of the community. And that was when Tariq decided he would act.


    There was a festivity planned for the upcoming Saturday, a celebration that would ensure that no one would notice what was about to happen. During those hours of celebration, Terry would be alone, absorbed in his own thoughts. Tariq knew this, and with a carefully laid plan, he prepared to eliminate him, convinced that, with Terry out of the way, Nova would finally see him.


    In his mind, everything was clear: Terry''s disappearance would be discreet, calculated. The night would be his ally, and in the darkness of his plan, Tariq convinced himself that the future he wanted could still be his. What he didn''t understand was that revenge never ended as one expected, and that the shadows he summoned to carry out his plan had a cost that he, as yet, could not foresee.


    The day Tariq had been waiting for had arrived. The darkness of the night would be his ally, as the community gave itself over to celebration, oblivious to what was about to happen. For Tariq, this was the perfect moment to carry out his revenge, a cold and calculated act of pure evil. In his disturbed mind, he could already see the future: Terry gone, and with him, any obstacle between him and Nova. He was convinced that no one would suspect his involvement, believing that he would be able to erase forever any trace that linked him to the crime.


    Yet deep within his soul, Tariq did not understand that the shadows he summoned always came at a cost, and that the paths of vengeance rarely ended as one expected. To him, this ruthless act was nothing more than the sacrifice necessary to achieve his darkest desires.


    The plot Tariq had hatched was beginning to unfold under the starry cover of a particularly dark night. Taking advantage of the bustle of the festivities, he devised a precise deception to lure Terry out of his shelter. Cunningly, he left a false message claiming that Nova needed to see him urgently in a secluded location, near an ancient cave known only to a few within the Saharim clan . There, in the solitude of the night, Tariq was sure he could carry out his plan without witnesses, convinced that, with Terry out of the way, his future with Nova would be assured.


    But in his arrogance, Tariq did not see that shadows often end up consuming those who summon them.


    Terry, driven by concern for Nova, did not hesitate to act on the message he had received. As night closed in around him, he advanced along the winding path that led to the cave, without


    to know what awaited him. The night breeze seemed to whisper warnings, but Terry, uneasy with the urgency of the call, could not decipher the omens. When he arrived, he saw the mouth of the cave shrouded in shadows. A feeling of unease filled him, a dark foreboding that grew with each step.


    Before she could react, a figure emerged from the shadows, dimly illuminated by the pale moonlight. Tariq, a cruel smile on his face, was there, waiting.


    ¡ªI finally have you where I want you, ¡ª Tariq growled, his voice thick with hatred. ¡ªYou¡¯ve been a thorn in my side for far too long, Jaxon. But tonight, that all ends.


    Terry, though surprised by the ambush, did not lose his cool. He knew that facing Tariq in that state would not be easy, but he tried to reason with him.


    ¡ªTariq, what do you think you will gain from this? Violence will not give you what you seek. It is not too late to change course, ¡ª he said, his tone calm but firm.


    A bitter, resentful laugh escaped Tariq''s lips.


    ¡ª?Change course? ¡ª he repeated with contempt. ¡ªThe only thing that will change tonight is that I will no longer see you near Nova. She will be mine, once I have eliminated you.


    The hatred in his words was palpable, and Terry understood that Tariq''s mind was completely clouded by rage and jealousy. However, he tried once again to appeal to reason, hoping that there was still some sanity left in him.


    ¡ªTariq, you don¡¯t have to do this. There is another way, there always is, ¡ª Terry insisted, his eyes desperately searching for any trace of humanity in Tariq¡¯s.


    But Tariq''s response was swift and forceful.


    ¡ªBut I choose this way ¡ªhe replied with a crooked smile¡ª Goodbye, Jaxon.


    Before Terry could react, Tariq moved forward in a swift, precise motion, brandishing a knife with deadly intent. In the blink of an eye, he aimed the weapon at Terry¡¯s right side, the blade penetrating with brutal force.


    The pain was sharp, searing, and for a moment, everything seemed to fall apart. But just then, something extraordinary happened.


    The ?theris Gem, which until that moment had remained dormant and hidden inside Terry, reacted to the attack, awakening with immense energy. A blinding flash of power erupted from within it, enveloping Terry in a protective barrier of pure energy. The force released by the gem was such that it repelled Tariq, throwing him backwards with supernatural violence.


    Tariq lay on the ground, stunned and confused by what had just happened. Meanwhile, Terry, still in shock from the pain and the activation of the gem, remained standing, his body surrounded by the glow of the ?theris Gem. The wound caused by the knife was still real, but the gem had intervened at just the right moment, protecting him from what would have been certain death.


    Tariq, panting, looked at Terry in disbelief, his eyes filled with equal parts rage and fear.


    ¡ª?What the hell are you? ¡ª he screamed, backing away as he tried to compose himself.


    Terry, aware of the power that had been unleashed within him, looked at him seriously, his face serene, but filled with a new determination.


    ¡ªI''m not your enemy, Tariq. But I won''t let you hurt anyone else.


    The situation had changed dramatically. Tariq''s unrelenting fury had met a force he could neither understand nor defeat. The blast of energy released by the ?theris Gem had thrown him backwards, leaving him lying on the ground, unconscious, a victim of his own ambition.


    Terry, stunned by what had just happened, looked at his side and felt the gem close the wound caused by the knife, sealing it with a warm light that not only mitigated the pain, but also gave him renewed strength.


    Though weakened and disoriented by the intensity of the attack and the subsequent display of power, he understood, intuitively, that there was something within him that had protected him, saving him from an otherwise fatal fate. Tariq, now neutralized, lay motionless on the ground, but Terry knew that this was not the end of the threat, only a temporary respite.


    Leaning against the cold walls of the cave, Terry tried to process everything that had happened. The revelation of the gem''s true power had left him full of questions: Why had it activated at that moment? What was his true connection to this power or whatever it was inside of him? And most disturbing of all: what did this power mean for his future? Although the answers remained elusive, one thing was clear: inside him was something that had been dormant for a long time. Its awakening offered him a glimpse of his true potential and, perhaps, a key to understanding the past he so desperately sought.


    The dark surroundings and eerie stillness of the cave did nothing to clear his mind. With each step, his thoughts wavered between relief at having survived and worry about what was to come. Finally, gathering his strength, he headed for the exit, determined to find help. As he emerged from the cave, the cool night air greeted him, but he was not alone.


    ¡ª Jaxon, what the hell happened to you? ¡ªMarcus''s voice broke the silence. The warrior, who was patrolling the area due to the recent bandit riots, quickly approached, noticing the blood stains splattered on Terry''s clothes.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s a long story, ¡ª Terry replied, his voice still cracking with effort. ¡ªTariq¡­ tried to kill me.


    Shock and concern flashed across Marcus''s face as he looked at Terry more closely, searching for any visible injuries.


    ¡ªTariq¡­ why? ¡ª Marcus asked, still processing what he had just heard.


    Terry shook his head, exhausted both physically and emotionally.


    ¡ªI thought that by eliminating me I would have a clear path to Nova. I was consumed by jealousy, ¡ª he explained, his tone full of exhaustion. ¡ªBut something happened¡­ something inside me¡­ protected me.


    Marcus, who was unaware of the existence of the ?theris Gem, frowned, clearly intrigued.


    ¡ª?Something inside you?¡ª she asked, more in an attempt to understand than to doubt. ¡ªThat¡­ that¡¯s incredible, Jaxon. But we have to move. If Tariq tried something that drastic, we can¡¯t let him recover and try it again. That vile, disloyal, hateful traitor. Where is he now?


    ¡ªI don¡¯t know, ¡ª Terry replied, looking toward the cave entrance. ¡ªHe¡¯s unconscious, but I don¡¯t know for how long. I didn¡¯t want to kill him, Marcus. I just wanted to defend myself.


    ¡ªI understand, ¡ª Marcus replied, becoming alert, ¡ªbut we must act quickly. If he wakes up and realizes he failed, he could be even more dangerous. I will proceed to summon reinforcements.


    Pulling out his projectile communication device, Marcus called for more guards to assist. Within minutes, reinforcements arrived, and together they dragged the unconscious Tariq into a cell, where he would remain under strict guard.


    Meanwhile, Nova approached Terry, her intent gaze scanning his body for cuts or wounds. Despite the tension and worry that filled the air, there was a palpable sense of support and camaraderie between them.


    ¡ªI can''t find anything, ¡ª Nova said, visibly shocked, after examining it carefully.


    ¡ªThe wound closed, ¡ª Terry explained, his voice reflecting both surprise and gratitude. ¡ªI¡¯m telling you; it was a blinding light. It came between me and Tariq, repelled him, and somehow closed the wound.


    Nova looked at him, trying to understand what he was saying.


    ¡ªAnd that light? Where did it come from?¡ª she asked, still incredulous.


    ¡ªI don¡¯t know for sure, ¡ª Terry replied, frowning, ¡ªbut I think it came from me. Suddenly, my mind filled with images: I saw myself somewhere else, in the middle of an explosion, a battle¡­ conversations, but then everything became hazy.


    Nova watched him silently for a moment, processing his words. Finally, a small, encouraging smile played on her lips.


    ¡ªThat''s progress, Jaxon. Years ago, you knew nothing of your past, and now you have something, even if it''s just fragments. We need to keep digging. Maybe the high priests at the temple can help us. They understand what happens inside people and might know more about the light and everything you saw.


    I nodded, feeling that for the first time in a long time, there was a door opening to the answers I had been searching for.


    ¡ªCome on, ¡ª I said with determination, ¡ªI need answers to my questions.


    Taking Nova''s hand, we made our way towards the temple, both aware that the search for answers would be long and full of challenges. Despite the uncertainty surrounding us, a silent determination grew with each step, uniting our destinies in the journey to unravel the mysteries of my past and the hidden power of the ?theris Gem.


    Meanwhile, in Omegara and Zenith, the family I had left behind subtly sensed the changes that connected us. Darius and Francisco Javier, my father, exchanged intense glances, communicating with a non-verbal language that transcended the ordinary. In the midst of this silent conversation, Helena, Francisco Javier''s wife and my mother, made her entrance into the room. Her presence, like


    Always, she radiated a mix of strength and vulnerability, but today there was something different in her eyes: a spark of hope.


    ¡ª?Did you feel that vibration? Helena asked, a hint of unease in her voice. ¡ªI¡¯m sure it¡¯s Terry¡­ perhaps he¡¯s emerging from hiding in some unknown corner of the cosmos.


    Francisco Javier, always calm and balanced, tried to calm the waters of uncertainty that were beginning to stir. With a soft but firm voice, he answered:


    ¡ªYes, my love, I felt that too. However, it is still premature to draw conclusions. The only thing we know for sure is that Terry is still alive. The real dilemma is where he is.


    Darius, always determined and pragmatic, intervened with conviction:


    ¡ªThe bottom line is that Terry is still with us. Now, our mission is clear: continue the search. The universe is vast, but we will not give up until we find him. There are planets we have not yet explored, and as long as we have the strength, we will not stop.


    The conversation between them flowed like a river laden with determination, each word laced with hope. They knew the challenges ahead would be countless, but the connection they felt was enough to propel them forward. On their cosmic odyssey, the family was ready to face any obstacle, united by the certainty that, somewhere in the vast universe, their paths would cross with me again.


    As Nova and I approached the temple, a strange feeling washed over me. It was as if, at that very moment, thousands of miles away, my family was struggling to reach me. I felt a pang of longing and hope, but I couldn¡¯t stop myself. The path to the truth was drawing ever closer, and I was determined to discover what had been taken from me.


    ¡ª?Did you feel that vibration? ¡ª Rodrick asked Ethan, frowning, visibly worried.


    ¡ªYes, I felt it. It''s Terry, he''s still alive ¡ª Ethan replied, his gaze reflecting a mix of hope and concern ¡ª His gem is calling us.


    Rodrick nodded, but before he could say anything else, Zahori, with determination in her eyes, intervened.


    ¡ªWe have to continue looking for him with all available resources.


    ¡ªThat¡¯s what we¡¯ve been doing for years, ¡ª Ethan replied, frustration evident in every word. ¡ªUnless he wants to be found, he¡¯ll be sending us a clear signal. For now, it seems the gem is hiding from us, and I don¡¯t understand why.


    At that point, Ashtar, ever analytical, stepped in, offering a more scientific perspective.


    ¡ªMaybe he¡¯s not intentionally hiding it, ¡ª Ashtar said, musing as his scientific mind connected the facts. ¡ªRecall the explosion. The gem could have acted to protect Terry. If Sadeth ¡¯s weapon overheated, it¡¯s possible the gem consumed a huge amount of energy in the process and needed years to recover.


    Zahori and Ethan exchanged glances as Ashtar continued.


    ¡ªNow that he''s awakening, that could mean that Terry isn''t aware of his true identity. He may have even lost his memory due to the explosion, which would explain why he hasn''t returned to us.


    Rodrick, who usually processed information more slowly, thought his brother was rambling. However, Ethan and Zahori listened intently, considering the validity of the theory.


    ¡ªThat makes sense, ¡ª Ethan conceded after a moment¡¯s thought. ¡ªWhat you¡¯re saying fits. Let¡¯s step up the search with this new perspective in mind.


    The idea that the gem was in a long recovery process offered new hope and a renewed focus on their search. Rather than thinking that Terry was hiding, the possibility that he simply couldn''t find them because of his condition provided a more sympathetic view of the situation.


    With renewed determination, the group vowed to redouble their efforts. They knew that despite the years and obstacles, the connection between them and Terry was still alive. Sustained by that belief, they continued their search, confident that, sooner or later, the gem would lead them back to him.

 CHAPTER 13 THE AWAKENING OF THE COSMIC GUARDIAN

    In the shadows of the Holy Temple, Elian Varix kept his gaze fixed on Terry, attempting to delve deeper into the mysteries of his being. His subtly raised hands scanned Terry¡¯s essence for answers. But suddenly, the ?theris Gem reacted, interpreting Elian¡¯s action as a threat. A blinding flash illuminated the room, and within seconds, a dome of brilliant energy emerged, enveloping Terry as if the stars themselves had gathered to protect him. The barrier, ethereal yet impenetrable, pulsed with indescribable force, marking the boundaries between Terry and the rest.


    Elian stepped back, shocked, but more intrigued than alarmed.


    ¡ª?How long has this been happening to you? ¡ª he asked, his voice tinged with a curiosity that went beyond the merely professional.


    ¡ªFrom now on, ¡ª Nova replied, without taking her eyes off Terry. Her eyes, full of concern, seemed to be trying to unravel a mystery that had been kept hidden for too long.


    Elian was silent for a moment, deep in thought. The magnitude of what he had just witnessed left him stunned. He took a deep breath before speaking, a mixture of shock and caution in his voice.


    ¡ªThis energy¡­¡ª he began, speaking slowly, ¡ªis not telepathic. It is psionic. And it is of a magnitude that surpasses any known record in galactic history.


    He paused, looking again at the glowing dome surrounding Terry, as if trying to process what he was saying.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s almost inconceivable, ¡ª he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.


    Nova, with the urgency of someone who has been searching for answers for too long, stepped forward. Frustration was evident in her words.


    ¡ªIf you have any theories, please share them. This man has lost his memory; he deserves to understand what is happening to him.


    Elian looked at Nova and then back at Terry, who stood in the center of the dome, seemingly unaware of the barrier surrounding him. His eyes narrowed as he tried to articulate what he was only just beginning to understand.


    ¡ªWhat I can deduce is this, ¡ª she said finally, ¡ªit is not just an artifact of power, but a psionic entity with a direct connection to Terry¡¯s essence. This power doesn¡¯t just respond to external threats; it seems to be linked to his subconscious, protecting him even from what his mind doesn¡¯t recognize as a danger. It¡¯s as if it has absorbed something of his essence, making him an extension of itself.


    Nova listened intently, each word resonating with a weight they couldn''t ignore.


    ¡ªSo¡­ ?does your lost memory have something to do with the gem? ¡ª he asked, his tone softening as he tried to process the magnitude of what Elian was suggesting.


    ¡ªIt''s possible. If Terry isn''t aware of his true power, or of what happened before he lost his memory, then the gem could be acting as a kind of shield, not just physical, but psychic. Blocking memories, emotions... even his true identity. Perhaps, to protect him from something we don''t yet understand.


    Nova took a deep breath, trying to wrap her mind around the idea that the gem might be preventing Terry from regaining his memory. But she also knew that the same gem had saved his life on more than one occasion.


    ¡ªI?s there any way to break that barrier, to help him remember? ¡ª she asked, looking directly at Elian.


    Elian pondered for a moment, his eyes back on the energy dome.


    ¡ªI don''t know for sure. But if this power is acting on instinct, then we might need a different approach, one that sees it not as a threat, but as a door that we must open carefully.


    ¡ªThen we will try, ¡ª Nova said, her determination renewed. ¡ªWe will not let him remain trapped in this cycle without answers. ¡ª


    ¡ªI must study your friend and his psionic gift. I am convinced that I can help him master it, to use it for his benefit and not to cause harm, ¡ª Elian declared, addressing Terry. ¡ªAlthough, if my suspicions are correct, this power does not seek to hurt, but to protect its bearer from any adversity.


    At Elian''s words, the dome of energy surrounding Terry began to slowly dissipate, as if realizing that the threat had disappeared. Terry, freed and with a new spark of determination in his eyes, nodded.


    ¡ªI understand, ¡ª he said, his voice filled with a dawning firmness. ¡ªI¡¯ll be here when you ask. I just want to understand what¡¯s happening to me.


    ¡ªWe''ll start tomorrow, Elian replied, with a nod of approval. ¡ªOver time, we''ll determine the frequency of our sessions so you can learn to handle this power.


    Thus, under the wise tutelage of Elian Varix, Terry began a journey of self-discovery and learning that lasted for five years in the resplendent Celestial Sanctuary of Aelion . This place, a sanctuary dedicated to knowledge and enlightenment, honored


    Nerith , the Guardian of the Stars, a divine figure whose influence wove the threads of fate across the vast cosmos. Over the years, Nerith became the compass that guided Terry through the vastness of the universe, offering him hope and revealing the stellar secrets that lay within.


    Yet, despite his progress, the ?theris Gem within him alternated between silence and intense vibration, as if responding to echoes of a distant call. At night, Terry was assailed by disturbing dreams: unknown figures sought him out, calling him by different names, and, in the midst of these dreams, a woman of ethereal beauty enveloped him in scenes charged with passion. This presence, completely alien to Nova, his companion for those five years, deeply disturbed him.


    The woman from his dreams, with her golden hair and eyes as deep as the clearest sky, seemed to emerge from the depths of his subconscious. Her mere presence quickened Terry''s pulse, confusing him and making him question who he really was. Although his relationship with Nova remained strong and full of understanding, they both knew that something deeper was still calling to him from the past, something he had not yet fully unraveled.


    Throughout this time, Nova remained by his side, ever aware of Terry''s internal struggle. Although their bond was strong, they both understood that they could not project a future together until Terry managed to reconcile his present with his past. This understanding was not born of coldness, but of a deep love, based on the shared wisdom that each individual must fully know themselves before joining in destiny with another.


    The nights were witness to silent moments of reflection, in which Terry tried to unravel the fleeting images of his past. Nova watched him, respecting that space, knowing that her love for him did not mean possessing him, but accompanying him on his journey towards the truth.


    Despite the mysteries that continued to haunt Terry, his commitment to finding his identity and the truth behind the ?theris Gem did not wane. He hoped that one day, all the pieces of the puzzle would come together, allowing him to finally understand who he was and what role the gem played in his life. Nova, always by his side, understood that the deepest love was not always found in the answers, but in the patience and unconditional support during the journey toward them.


    In this vast and advanced universe, humanity had conquered many of its former limits. One of its greatest achievements had been the defeat of aging. Thanks to impressive scientific advances, people could enjoy prolonged life spans, extending their youth for more than five centuries, without losing vigor or beauty. Reproduction, also transformed, had moved away from the traditional process, now managed mainly through laboratory techniques, except in places like Zalara , where life still sprouted in a more natural and primal way.


    Terry and his family were living witnesses to this golden age. The ?theris Gem he carried was not only a symbol of his lost identity, but also the guardian of his youth. Within it beat the heart of the cosmos, defying time and protecting his vitality. Even as the years passed, Terry, Nova, and their family maintained an appearance and vigor that seemed to defy the laws of the universe, as did the entire Saharim clan. This gift set them apart, even in a world where aging was a choice rather than an inevitability.


    His brothers'' wives and children, like his own lifemate, Nova, reflected that same eternal youth. It was as if a magical veil flowed through the veins of his family, guarded by the ?theris Gem, keeping them beyond the reach of time. The gem preserved not only physical youth, but also a life energy that seemed to nourish all those close to its wearer.


    And yet, with all that power and longevity, Terry remained restless. The years in the Celestial Sanctuary passed, but the nights still brought with them disturbing dreams and echoes of distant voices, as if something or someone was trying to call him from a forgotten corner of the cosmos. The ?theris Gem vibrated from time to time with an energy that reminded him that his search was not over, that his destiny, shrouded in mystery, still awaited revelation.


    Terry moved with ease in the duality of his existence, masterfully balancing the demands of the physical, material world, such as the hustle and bustle of commerce, with the serenity of the spiritual. He had learned to delve into the depths of meditation, to attune himself to the vibrant force of the cosmos, discovering the vast scope of his psionic power . This art of awareness and restraint became his guide, though the limits of his potential remained an enigma, veiled in the mists of the unknown.


    For now, his ability manifested itself in subtle but powerful ways: as a protective shield, not only for himself, but also for those he loved or wished to protect. This precious and formidable gift revealed itself in moments of tension, as an instinctive response to danger lurking in the shadows.


    It was as if a dormant beast lived within him, emerging only when circumstances demanded it, protecting with silent but relentless efficiency.


    Terry''s life was a rich duality. In the world of commerce, he displayed a cunning and vision that ensured him success and respect. On the spiritual plane, he deepened his connection to the universe, discovering that his power was not simply a tool of defense, but a manifestation of something greater, something that connected him to the very essence of life. This duality gave him a unique perspective, one that few could understand.


    The hidden nature of his power was a blessing in disguise. Despite his enormous potential, Terry was able to live a relatively normal life. However, he was always aware that beneath the surface, there lurked a force capable of altering the fabric of reality itself. He navigated these two worlds with a


    innate grace, knowing that he had to maintain a delicate balance. Always ready to defend himself and protect his own, but also always searching for answers, for a deeper understanding of who he truly was and what the ?theris Stone demanded of him.


    But in the depths of the night, when the silence grew thicker and more oppressive, Terry found himself caught in a tide of despair. He struggled against the uncertainties that surrounded him: his still-dark past, his lost memories, and the limits of his power that remained a mystery. It was these moments of vulnerability that wore him down more than any physical battle.


    In these moments, his friend and mentor, Elian Varix , became his beacon of wisdom and calm. Elian had guided Terry for years, teaching him how to handle his abilities and understand the signs of the universe. Though even Elian did not have all the answers, his constant presence helped Terry bear the burden of his unknown destiny.


    Each conversation with Elian offered small pieces of clarity in the vast puzzle of his life. Sometimes, a simple exchange of words was enough for Terry to remember that, although his path was uncertain, he was not walking it alone. Elian, with the patience and depth of a calm sea, reminded him that sometimes it is necessary to surrender to the flow of destiny, to allow oneself to be carried by the wind without resistance, like a leaf dancing in the air. He spoke to him of how the gods, in their unfathomable wisdom, wove the destinies of each being, assigning them a unique purpose within the vast tapestry of the universe.


    It was this vision, this deep understanding that every being is part of a greater, mysterious design, that provided Terry with solace in moments of doubt. It made him see that, though his past was an enigma and his power a book yet to be deciphered, there was a place for him in this vast universe, a role that only he could fulfill. And so, guided by the wise words of Elian Varix, he found the serenity necessary to face the darkness of the night and the challenges that the dawn would inevitably bring.


    Over the years, Zalara underwent an unprecedented metamorphosis. What was once an arid desert, a vast, inhospitable expanse, was transformed into an oasis of biodiversity. The planet, now vibrant with plant life, welcomed a growing population, emerging as an example of resilience and renewal. At the heart of this


    transformation was Nova Celestia, the visionary leader whose love and alliance with Jaxon Steele twenty years ago had symbolized Zalara ''s rebirth. Their union, fated by the stars, had guided the planet toward a future of prosperity and hope.


    For Terry, whose former life had faded into the dark depths of his memory, Zalara represented a crossroads. It was a refuge, yes, but also an enigma. The vast distance that separated him from his past was measured not just in years, but in light years. The possibility of reconnecting with his history, of recovering the lost fragments of his life, grew ever more distant. On a planet so remote that it almost touched the limits of another universe, Terry slowly resigned himself to the idea that his past might forever remain shrouded in mystery.


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    Despite this isolation, Terry''s curiosity and ingenuity remained intact. On this primitive world, oblivious to space visitation and knowledge of advanced technology, Terry saw an opportunity to rediscover his purpose. Although Zalarian technology was rudimentary, Terry, with his intuitive knowledge, dedicated his efforts to improving life on Zalara . He invented tools and devices that, while simple compared to advances in the rest of the universe, were revolutionary for the inhabitants of this planet. Each innovation he developed not only raised the quality of life for the Zalarians , but represented a step towards


    Integrating Zalara into the larger tapestry of the cosmos.


    In this forgotten corner of the universe, Terry found not only a purpose, but also a community that accepted him no matter the lost fragments of his history. In the eyes of the Zalarians , he was a visionary, a man whose legacy was inextricably intertwined with Zalara ¡¯s future , even as he himself struggled with the echoes of his own past.


    Among the clans of Zalara , one stood out for its peculiarity: the Saharim . This clan, unlike the others, seemed to be frozen in time, remaining unchangingly young while the other clans aged naturally. The people of


    The neighboring clans, experiencing the natural cycle of life, the marks of time etched on their faces, watched in awe as the Saharim defied the laws of nature. This mystery reverberated through the valleys and mountains of Zalara , a continual whisper that fueled both fascination and speculation.


    As the years passed, what had at first been a cause for wonder slowly became commonplace. The explanation offered by Elian Varix, the high priest, resonated in the hearts of the Saharim and in the minds of the other clans. According to belief, Nerith , the tutelary deity of the Saharim , had granted them eternal youth as a reward for having renounced their dark practices of the past. This immortality was not simply a gift, but a sign of redemption, a pact between the Saharim and their god.


    This phenomenon, however, also raised unanswered questions. What did this eternal youth really entail? Was it a blessing or a curse? For Terry, whose connection to time and space had become more complex due to his power, the nature of the Saharim raised a new set of concerns. Although the secret of the clan''s longevity seemed to have a divine explanation, for Terry the truth always lay in a delicate balance between the mystical and the rational.


    As he continued his life on Zalara , taking his place as an inventor and guide, Terry realized that his destiny, like that of the Saharim , was intertwined with forces he did not yet fully understand. And though his mind continued to search for answers in the fragments of a distant past, he found solace in the recognition that, like Zalara itself, he too was constantly in transformation.


    According to Aelian Varix, having renounced the dark practices of slave trading and embraced a path of redemption, Nerith , the Star-Keeper, had decided to reward the Saharim with a divine blessing. This blessing, so the belief went, was a testament to the deity''s pride and satisfaction at the transformation of his people. Such a belief strengthened the Saharim ''s faith in Nerith , turning them into devoted followers of their god''s dictates, grateful for his mercy and protection.


    However, the true source of his unusual longevity came not from the heavens, but from deep within the earth of Zalara itself.


    ?theris Gem, an artifact of unimaginable power, was actually responsible for the phenomenon. Embedded deep within Terry''s body, its influence spread subtly and silently through the Saharim clan, altering the course of


    natural to their biology. The energy emitted by the gem operated at a cellular level, slowing aging and granting the Saharim perpetual youth. This miracle, whether the result of science or magic, remained hidden from the eyes of the inhabitants of Zalara , a secret buried in Terry''s body.


    Each time Terry reflected on his power, he realized more and more its impact on the reality around him. The Saharim ¡¯s longevity was not simply a divine blessing, but a manifestation of the power of the Aetheris Gem he carried within himself. And though no one else on Zalara knew it, not even Terry himself, this secret connected him even more deeply to the fate of the planet. He was both an unwitting guardian and a catalyst for change that even he could not fully understand.


    As time passed, Terry felt the weight of the responsibility that the gem carried with it. He knew that its presence on Zalara was no coincidence, and that its power, though not fully understood, should not be ignored. Though the world around him believed the Saharim ''s longevity was a gift from the gods, he knew the truth was more complex. But, like so many other questions he still had to answer, Terry chose silence, watching


    Zalara ''s fate continued to entangle with their own, waiting for the moment when the truth, like the gem, would finally emerge from the shadows. Thus, while the Saharim worshipped Nerith for her blessing, it was in fact the ?theris Gem that tinged their lives with eternity, a reminder that on Zalara , as throughout the universe, truth is often found in the most unexpected places.


    Twenty years had passed since Terry and Nova joined forces, and from that union two children were born. The firstborn, Kyran, inherited not only his father''s wit, but also his appearance, becoming his spitting image. Kyran stood out for his intelligence and skills, which did not go unnoticed among the young girls of Zalara , attracted as much by his charisma as by his bearing. At his side was his younger sister, Elara, a free-spirited young woman, whose deep connection with nature reflected the beauty and renewal of Zalara .


    Terry, always with a mixture of firmness and love, devoted much of his time to the education of his children. He imparted to them not only moral and family values, but also knowledge in various sciences such as mathematics, physics and chemistry. He wanted to ensure that Kyran and Elara were prepared for life, that they could chart their own path with a solid foundation of wisdom and principles. However, although his


    Although his responsibilities as a father and mentor were many, Terry did not abandon his own quest for knowledge. He continued to visit the sacred temple, devoting long hours to study and meditation, trying to unravel the mysteries of the power that dwelt within him. The ultimate source of his power remained an enigma, and Terry was eager to finally discover his destiny in the vast universe.


    This quest not only defined his personal path, but also built the legacy he wanted to pass on to Kyran and Elara. Beyond tangible knowledge, Terry taught them that the true adventure lay in the inner search; in understanding oneself and one''s place in the cosmos. The journey towards understanding was, for him, one of the most valuable lessons he could leave them.


    One day, while Terry was deep in meditation within the temple, something extraordinary happened. His mind and spirit began to harmonize so profoundly with the surrounding energy that his aura expanded beyond what was usual. Without realizing it, Terry found himself experiencing an astral projection, freeing his consciousness from the physical confines of his body. Guided by an unknown force, his spirit traveled beyond the walls of the temple, descending into the hidden depths beneath the sacred enclosure.


    There, in the dark underground passages that seemed forgotten by time, Terry discovered something that left him perplexed: a dark-colored spaceship, resting in a silence that spoke of bygone eras. The ship, partially corroded by rust, showed signs of neglect, but still retained a majesty that defied its deterioration. Its structure, although worn by the passage of centuries, revealed a design that transcended the contemporary understanding of Zalara .


    The discovery of the ship not only surprised Terry by its mere existence, but also ignited a torrent of questions within him. How had this ship arrived in the underground temple? What stories and secrets did its aged structure hold? Questions crowded his mind as he gazed at the ship, feeling that this discovery was not only linked to the mysteries of Zalara ''s past, but also to his own destiny, hidden among the fragments of a forgotten history. This unexpected encounter, far from being a mere coincidence, seemed to be a missing link in the vast mystery surrounding his own existence and the destiny that bound him to the universe.


    As Terry emerged from the trance, Elian, his friend and mentor, approached him to learn the details of his experience. Terry, still wrapped in post-meditative serenity, began to recount what had happened.


    ¡ªApparently, I split into two¡ªTerry said, his voice still tinged with wonder from the experience.


    Intrigued, Elian asked, ¡ªWhat did you manage to see during your split-out?


    A contemplative pause preceded Terry''s reply. ¡ª?I saw a black craft. Is there one like that here on Zalara?


    The question seemed to evoke in Elian memories of ancient stories and long-kept secrets. ¡ªThere was a ship, indeed, ¡ª he confirmed in a tone that mixed reverence and solemnity. ¡ªIt has not been used for many years. In fact, it is the first and only ship that has existed here for more than two centuries. It is said that this ship brought the first inhabitants to this desert planet. They were men and women who, tired of their lives full of luxury and ostentation, decided to come to this frontier, forgotten by all, in search of a simpler existence, leaving behind their power and wealth.


    The conversation flowed naturally, weaving an even stronger bond between Terry and Elian. Elian''s words not only illuminated Terry''s mysterious vision, but also offered him a window into a heroic and humble past, a legacy of bravery and pursuit of simplicity that now formed the essence


    herself from Zalara . This exchange, loaded with history and meaning, left Terry reflecting on his place in the chain of events that defined this world, a link between Zalara ''s mystical past and enigmatic present.


    ¡ªIf that ship is still here, could we go see it? ¡ª Terry''s curiosity was palpable, a mix of anxiety and excitement lighting up his voice.


    Elian, with a smile that betrayed a hint of adventure, replied, ¡ªI¡¯ll take you to visit it. In fact, it must be just rubble now, with the passage of years. ¡ª Without delay, Terry rose from his seat, driven by a mixture of intrigue and a desire for discovery. Elian led him through several corridors, descending into the depths of the temple, until reaching the cave where the ship lay in solemn silence, as if resting after its travels through the vast outer space.


    The stories this ship could tell, Terry wondered, for him, who had no memory of leaving Zalara , it was a haunting mystery, a call to explore the unknown. With an almost reverent gesture, he touched the ship, and to his amazement, a door immediately opened.


    ¡ª Apparently ¡ª Elian said, his voice tinged with surprise ¡ª it is still valid. I thought it would be completely ruined because of where it is and the humidity.


    Upon entering, they found that the interior of the ship belied the passage of time. There was a bit of dust, a testament to the years that had passed, but everything inside remained in perfect condition. It was as if the ship had been preserved in a time capsule, oblivious to the deterioration and oblivion that reigned outside its confines.


    This discovery not only deepened the mystery of the ship and its history, but also opened a portal to new questions about the technology and space travel that had once been a part of Zalara . For Terry, this moment was the beginning of a new chapter in his search for answers, a literal and figurative door opening into the unknown.


    ¡ªThe problem is that there is no one on Zalara who currently has the knowledge of how to operate a spaceship. That knowledge was lost along with the first inhabitants of this planet¡ª explained Elian.


    For Terry, this discovery meant hope that he could find his lost past. If he left Zalara , he might be able to find his memories. However, a regret came deep within him. He had a family here, children, and he couldn''t leave them to their fate. He wasn''t the kind of man who left everything behind. What if he had been married in the past? Those regrets weighed on him.


    ¡ªThe thing is that it''s off,¡ª Terry pointed out, to which Elian replied, ¡ªI don''t think there''s any form of energy on this planet capable of activating it.¡ª


    Terry, lost in thought, placed his hands on the ship''s command center, bowing his head, pondering how he could turn on this technological marvel. From his hands, unexpectedly, an energetic light burst forth that ran through the entire panel and the ship, breathing life into it and cleaning away the accumulated dirt, until it shined as if it had been used for the first time.


    ¡ª?What have you done? ¡ª Elian asked, astonished.


    ¡ªI don''t know...¡ª Terry hesitated. ¡ªI just placed my hands on the board and thought about what kind of energy I could use to power it.


    ¡ª Whatever you did, it worked; it''s on now. We can study it to learn¡ª Elian said, marveling.


    Curiosity led Terry to press a golden button that caught his attention. The ship began to ascend and moved out of the cave. The acceleration took Elian and Terry by surprise, causing them to fall from the upward momentum. Within seconds, they found themselves in outer space, surrounded by other planets and stars.


    ¡ªWe¡¯re in outer space, ¡ª Ellian exclaimed, awestruck by the magnificence of the cosmos, something he was seeing for the first time. ¡ªIt¡¯s wonderful¡­ it¡¯s like witnessing creation itself.


    ¡ªYes, it seems so,¡ª Terry said, without showing surprise, as if he had seen this scene thousands of times before, without understanding how. Suddenly, a wave of pure energy enveloped him, making him levitate. His body lit up, projecting an intense light, and after a bright explosion, Terry fell unconscious.


    Worried, Elian quickly went to his side to check his pulse. Relieved to feel it, he moved him to a metal bed attached to a wall, waiting for him to wake up while he searched for water in the


    ship. Afraid of activating some unknown mechanism, he avoided touching any buttons.


    After a few hours, Terry regained consciousness. Something inside him had changed; a strong throbbing in his chest told him that there was something unknown, something he needed to find.


    ¡ª?How are you feeling, Jaxon ?¡ª Elian asked with concern.


    ¡ªI''m fine, I don''t know what exactly happened, ¡ª Terry replied. ¡ªI just know that something is calling me, although I couldn''t explain to you what it is.


    ¡ªI understand you, ¡ª Elian said, helping him sit up on the bed. ¡ªWe must try to get off here; they must be looking for us in Zalara . Do you know how to get off this ship?


    ¡ªI''m not sure, but I can try. It seems my body, or at least my subconscious, knows how to handle this¡ª Terry contemplated the possibility, feeling strangely suited to the task.


    ¡ªDo it, so we can return home, ¡ª Elian urged, placing his trust in Terry.


    ¡ªLet me handle it¡ªTerry said, with a certainty that was unfamiliar to him. Those words resonated inside him like an echo from his past, a phrase that, although he didn''t remember saying before, seemed strangely close to him. It was as if a fragment of his lost memories emerged, revealing to him a part of himself that had always known how to handle situations like that, in that forgotten past.


    Returning to the command center, Terry watched as lights flickered and buttons flashed before him. Screens with dynamic lines, some rotating, others displaying numbers in unfamiliar sequences. He didn¡¯t know how, but he understood this technological language with unexpected clarity. He intuitively pressed buttons and, on a keypad, entered a series of numbers that guided the craft into a gentle descent until it landed on a mountain. Gently, they descended and the ship¡¯s door opened, allowing them to step outside.


    ¡ªFinally home, ¡ª Elian sighed, full of relief.


    ¡ªYes, ¡ª Terry replied, his gaze alternating between the ship curled up in the palm of his hand and the landscape around them.


    ¡ªAnd now how are we going to hide the ship again? ¡ª Elian asked, still surprised.


    ¡ªI can try to get her back to the cave, ¡ª Terry suggested.


    ¡ªYes, that would be best. We don''t want others to see it. It might cause a stir, and as the spiritual writings say, greed is a bad counselor for the spirit. We have lived in peace for years; it would not be good to lead the people astray.


    ¡ªI understand, ¡ª Terry said, aware of the responsibility that weighed on his shoulders. Nova, his wife, had entrusted him with the leadership of the Saharim clan so that she could devote more time to her home and her children, and he felt deeply responsible for ensuring the well-being of his people.


    He approached the ship''s door to enter, but before he could touch it, a strange light emanated from his hands. To his surprise, the ship began to shrink until it fit in the palm of his hand. Terry and Elian were stunned at what had just happened.


    ¡ªI think your power is not limited to protection, ¡ª Elian said, still amazed. ¡ªYou seem to be developing other abilities. That light we felt in outer space¡­ perhaps your power is in the process of expanding, needing that cosmic energy to fully manifest.


    ¡ª?Do you think so? ¡ª Terry asked, with a mixture of curiosity and concern.


    ¡ªYes, ¡ª Elian replied. ¡ªThere is an ancient tale in Zalara , one that was told to children centuries ago, though it has been lost to time. My father told it to me. It spoke of a gem of power as old as the universe itself, created by the gods to protect them from destructive forces. Over time, those gods vanished, and the gem was left on a desert planet, until it was found by the first humans.


    Elian paused, his eyes fixed on the small ship resting in Terry''s hand.


    ¡ªThe legend of the ?theris Gem spread across the universe, sparking wars over its power. An elite group was formed to protect it, ensuring that no one could use it for evil. But one day, the planet mysteriously exploded, and the gem disappeared.


    Not only did this tale add another layer of mystery to Terry''s already complex history, it also hinted at a deeper connection between himself, the ?theris Stone, and the fate of the universe. The possibility that his power was part of something much larger than he could comprehend filled him with questions, but also with fear of what it would mean if these stories were true.


    Back home after this unexpected discovery, Terry and Elian shared a moment of reflection in the courtyard. The night sky of Zalara stretched out above them, a blanket of stars that seemed to whisper answers they weren''t yet ready to hear.


    ¡ª?Is that why you kept quiet about my power when we first met? ¡ª Terry asked, breaking the silence that had formed between them, filled with a curiosity that had grown over time.


    Elian looked at him, his face serene, but with a shadow of worry in his eyes.


    ¡ªPartly, yes, ¡ªElian admitted¡ª I wasn''t sure at first what it meant, but I felt there was something more to you. Something that fate had intertwined with Zalara''s future and, perhaps, the universes.


    I wanted to rush to conclusions until your power began to manifest itself more clearly.


    Terry nodded, understanding that Elian had been holding back many answers as he watched this unfold. The story of the ?theris Gem, the connection to cosmic energy, and now this new power that continued to emerge, all seemed to point to Terry being part of a greater destiny.


    ¡ªAll this time, you''ve been waiting for something to happen, Terry said thoughtfully.


    ¡ªNot just waiting, ¡ª Elian corrected, ¡ªbut helping you prepare. I knew that, sooner or later, you would reach this point. And now that we have reached it, there is much more to discover.


    Elian and Terry looked at the horizon, knowing that the answers they sought were still hidden in the shadows, but also aware that they were closer than ever to unraveling Terry''s true purpose and his connection to the ?theris Gem. ¡ªYes, I was afraid of giving false hope. I needed to understand your power before speaking, ¡ª Elian confessed, while Terry put the ship away in his backpack. ¡ªNow, it seems that this gem is within you, although how it arrived is a mystery. I firmly believe that the gods will guide you in the purpose for which they created you.


    ¡ª Then let''s go home. Night has already fallen and my family must be worried ¡ª Terry suggested, with a tone of urgency in his voice.


    Nodding, Elian accompanied Terry on his walk back. For them, only hours had passed, but for his people, an entire week had passed in his absence. Confusion set in for Terry upon learning this. Sitting in the great hall, where the community gathered, he saw his son Kyran , who was looking at him with reproach and disapproval.


    ¡ª?What do you mean, a week? ¡ª Terry asked, puzzled.


    He tried to approach Kyran, seeking the comfort of a hug, but his son refused, distancing himself with his anger. ¡ªI didn¡¯t mean to hurt you. You, along with your mother, are my universe, ¡ª Terry defended himself, trying to alleviate the palpable pain in the air.


    Nova, his wife, did not hide her frustration. ¡ªYou should have told us about your exploration.


    Terry''s explanation was interrupted by his own confusion. ¡ªIt all happened so fast. I don''t understand how time stretched like that, ¡ª he apologized, while Elian corroborated his version of events.


    The tension in the room was palpable. Nova, driven by the urge to protect her family, decided it was time to leave, suggesting Terry take some time to reflect.


    The silence that followed was profound, only interrupted by the arrival of Elian, who found Terry deep in thought. ¡ª?How did it go? ¡ª he asked, receiving a disheartened response.


    Recognizing his mistake, Elian proposed a new approach: to explore the universe with caution, taking advantage of the knowledge Terry had acquired about the ship. ¡ªWe could enrich Zalara with new cultures and technologies, without forgetting the need for protection, ¡ª he suggested.


    Terry, after some thought, accepted the challenge, aware of the opportunities and dangers that the universe held. ¡ªWe will explore the cosmos, but with caution, prepared for any eventuality, ¡ª he agreed, sealing a pact of discovery and protection for Zalara.


    Thus, between space and return, Terry and Elian forged a new path for their people, one full of hope, but marked by the prudence of those who have seen beyond the stars.

 CHAPTER 14 DESCENT TO THE YELLOW WORLD

    Preparations for departure had taken two intense months, during which Terry had dedicated himself not only to teaching a select group of men and women how to operate the ship, but also to the creation of rudimentary laser beam weapons. Despite limited resources, his ingenuity allowed for the manufacture of these essential tools for their protection. Determined not to leave his family behind, Terry had planned to take them with him, while Aiden, Nova''s brother, would remain in charge of the village, serving as second in command.


    As Marcus emerged from the ship, his voice echoed with a mix of excitement and solemnity. ¡ªEverything is in and ready to go, ¡ª he announced to Terry.


    ¡ªExcellent. Now, gather everyone together; it¡¯s time to board so we can depart without delay, ¡ª Terry instructed, his tone of voice combining determination with a hint of anticipatory anxiety.


    Marcus moved quickly, calling out to those selected for the expedition. Goodbyes filled with hope and promises of reunion rang out in the air as Terry''s family boarded the ship. Once on board, everyone took their assigned places; Terry''s children, Kyran and Elana, settled into their seats and fastened their seat belts, following the instructions of his father. Nova and other crew members positioned themselves at the command panel, ready for takeoff.


    With a nod from Terry, a crew member pressed the launch button. The ship came to life, pulsing with an energy that heralded the beginning of their interdimensional adventure, and in the blink of an eye, it vanished from the face of Zalara , as if it had never been there.


    ¡ª?Where are we headed, boss?¡ª Marcus asked, his gaze fixed on the control panel, his voice reflecting the magnitude of the journey they were embarking on.


    ¡ªGive me a moment, ¡ª Terry replied, feeling unknown numbers flood into his consciousness. Not knowing exactly what they meant, he entered them into the command center. The ship responded by opening a dimensional portal that led them to a yellow planet. As they came to a stop, a feeling of disorientation briefly overwhelmed the crew, forcing them to regain their composure with slow nods.


    From a window, Terry''s children looked out at the planet with eyes filled with wonder. ¡ªLook, Kyran,¡ª Elana whispered , her voice filled with wonder. ¡ªIsn''t it beautiful?


    ¡ªIt¡¯s beautiful, ¡ª Kyran replied, his face illuminated by the light of a new and unknown world.


    This moment, suspended between curiosity and wonder, marked the beginning of his journey through the universe. A journey driven by the search for knowledge, the protection of the unknown and the eternal human desire to explore beyond known limits.


    On this threshold into the unknown, Terry''s family faced a cosmos filled with mysteries to uncover, challenges to overcome, and possibly new homes to find.


    ¡ª We''re going down to explore ¡ª Terry announced to the crew with a firmness that resonated through the expectant silence of the ship. ¡ª Take only the essentials. We don''t know what we''ll find down there ¡ª His voice, imbued with authority and decision, surprised some of those present. They had never heard Terry address his people with such determination before. It was clear that circumstances had awakened in him an innate leadership, an ability to guide and make critical decisions in times of uncertainty.


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    The crew, made up of brave men and women from Zalara , moved efficiently, collecting tools, communication devices and rudimentary laser weapons, the fruit of Terry''s ingenuity and skill. The atmosphere inside the ship was charged with a cautious tension, mixed with the excitement of treading into uncharted territory.


    Nova approached Terry, her gaze reflecting a mix of pride and concern. ¡ªBe careful, ¡ª she whispered, placing her hand on top of his in a gesture of support and trust. ¡ªAnd remember, we¡¯re in this together, no matter what we find out there.


    With a comforting smile, Terry nodded, grateful for their presence and their strength. ¡ªTogether, ¡ª he stated, before turning to his children. Kyran and Elara, already


    Prepared for the descent, they looked at their father with eyes full of admiration and a touch of concern.


    Kyran, twenty years old, and Elara, sixteen. Both tall and determined, they reflected the strength and courage they had inherited from Terry and Nova.


    ¡ªListen carefully, ¡ª Terry instructed, his voice heavy with seriousness. ¡ªThis trip is important, but your safety is even more important. I want you to stay close to me at all times, no matter what happens. Okay?


    ¡ªUnderstood, Dad, ¡ª they responded in unison, their determination reflecting the upbringing and values their parents had instilled in them.


    The ship''s door swung open, revealing the landscape of the yellow world that awaited them. The air was fresh, with a light breeze welcoming them to this new world. The crew, led by Terry, cautiously descended, their steps marking the beginning of an exploration that promised discoveries and, possibly, unknown dangers.


    As they moved forward, the terrain revealed itself before them, displaying a diversity of flora and fauna that challenged their understanding of life. Brightly hued plants and creatures that moved with a alien grace populated the landscape, each step offered them a new wonder, a new enigma to decipher.


    Terry''s leadership, now more evident than ever, guided his team through this alien environment with a mix of caution and wonder. It was clear that, on this journey into the unknown, his role as protector and


    explorer had been cemented, ushering in a new era for himself and the brave Zalarans who accompanied him on this intergalactic adventure.


    As they made their way through the exotic landscape of the yellow planet, Marcus, following closely behind Terry, cautiously observed the surroundings. ¡ªIt seems there are no inhabitants on this planet, boss, ¡ª he commented, his voice tinged with uncertainty.


    ¡ªLet''s not let our guard down¡ª Terry replied, with an alert look. ¡ªWe still don''t know what we might encounter¡ª They had barely taken a few steps when the sudden movement of some plants to their right caught their attention. With a quick gesture, Terry pointed towards the movement, and everyone, as one, prepared their weapons.


    From the vegetation emerged a furred creature with large eyes and pointed ears, the size of a large dog, and let out a roar at the sight of them. After a brief moment that seemed like an eternity, the creature shook its head, as if trying to get rid of something invisible, looked at them curiously, and then simply walked away. The group breathed a collective sigh of relief.


    They continued their exploration until, after a good distance, they came across a vibrant village. This place was inhabited by beings and characters of an astonishing diversity, who moved around as naturally as they did. They tried to go unnoticed, without straying far from the group. The locals seemed accustomed to the presence of outsiders, barely paying attention to them.


    The hustle and bustle led them to a market filled with fascinating objects. It was there that Elian found a communication device and, with eyes full of wonder, he showed it to Terry. ¡ªIt seems that one can communicate with this, ¡ª he commented, amazed.


    ¡ªLet''s see how much it costs. Maybe we''ll have enough to take him, ¡ª Terry said, assessing the situation.


    ¡ªLet me ask¡ª Elian offered, heading towards the cosmic seller. However, the exchange did not go as he expected. The seller answered him in an unknown language, and Elian, with a waiting gesture, returned to Terry.


    ¡ª Jaxon, I couldn''t understand the merchant¡ª he admitted, shrugging with a puzzled expression.


    ¡ªLet me try, ¡ª Terry suggested, and together they approached the stall. When they asked over the intercom, the merchant informed them, ¡ªThere are two ?theris.¡ª Crystals ¡ª


    Terry, to everyone''s surprise, understood and replied in the same foreign language. ¡ª?What are the ?theris?¡ª ?Crystaros?¡ª he asked, intrigued.


    The merchant, with a mocking smile, exclaimed, ¡ªDon''t you know? ¡ª At Terry''s affirmative response, who admitted not being from that planet, the merchant explained, ¡ªThe ?theris. ¡ª Crystars are the universal currency used on all known planets. They are formed from a rare mineral alloy found in the cores of ancient planets. Their value lies in their scarcity and their ability to store energy, making them a valuable resource for intergalactic trade.

 CHAPTER 15 IN SEARCH OF THE ?THERIS CRYSTAROS

    Armed with this new knowledge, Terry and his team now faced the challenge of acquiring some of these precious ?theris. Crystaros to facilitate their travel and exploration in this vast universe. The encounter with the cosmic merchant had not only provided them with a potential means of communication, but had also opened a window into the complexities of intergalactic trade and the possibilities that this new world offered.


    The crew regrouped on the ship, a sanctuary of metal and technology amidst the unknown vastness of the yellow planet. It was time to share their discoveries and plan the next step in their unexpected odyssey.


    ¡ªSo, ¡ª Nova began, her voice reflecting the determination forged in the hours of uncertainty, ¡ªwe must obtain ?theris. ¡ª Cristaros if we want to continue our journey¡ª


    ¡ªAnd how will we do that? ¡ª Raxar asked, his curiosity mixed with concern. He was one of the brave men who had accompanied Terry and his family on this adventure.


    ¡ªWe don¡¯t know yet, ¡ª Nova admitted, her mind racing. ¡ªFirst, we need to understand how the local economy works. Perhaps by selling some of our goods, we can acquire the currency of this place.¡ª Her gaze swept around the ship, assessing the resources at her disposal. ¡ªStart looking for items we can offer, ¡ª she ordered the rest of the crew.


    Meanwhile, Terry and Elian were outside the ship, deep in conversation seeking to unravel the mysteries surrounding them. ¡ª?Did you manage to understand everything the merchant said?¡ª Elian asked, his curiosity insatiable.


    ¡ªYes, and don''t ask me how. You know I don''t have an answer for that¡ª Terry replied, a hint of frustration in his voice. Despite the progress, the fog that covered his past refused to dissipate.


    ¡ª Perhaps, in another life, you were a space traveler. That would explain your knowledge of foreign languages ¡ª Elian speculated, trying to ease the tension with a theory that, although plausible, offered little comfort to Terry.


    ¡ªKnowing languages doesn¡¯t bring me any closer to discovering who I really am, ¡ª Terry replied, the anxiety to unravel his identity overshadowing the wonder of his linguistic ability.


    ¡ªOne step at a time, ¡ª Elian advised, his voice firm and reassuring. ¡ªThe important thing now is to find a way to obtain that universal currency.


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    As they planned their next move, Elian¡¯s attention was caught by a flash on the nearby mountain. ¡ªJaxon , look over there. See that flickering light? It seems to reflect the sun.


    Following the direction indicated by Elian, Terry observed the flashing light that promised to be the key to a new enigma. ¡ªLet''s investigate, ¡ª Elian suggested, driven by the promise of discovery.


    Together, they ventured into the unknown terrain, each step taking them closer to the source of that mysterious glow. What they would find could be the solution to their financial dilemma or the beginning of an even greater adventure. The only thing certain was that, in this world full of surprises, each discovery brought them a little closer to understanding the vast universe that stretched out before them, and perhaps, to unraveling the secrets that Terry so longed to know.


    Reaching the source of the mysterious glow, Terry and Elian discovered a cave whose walls were embedded with crystals that looked like tiny mirrors, reflecting and scattering sunlight in a rainbow of colors.


    Elian, captivated by the beauty of the prisms, pulled one out of the wall. As he held it up to the light, the crystal projected a spectacle of vibrant colors, filling the cave with an almost magical glow. Terry, equally astonished, couldn''t help but marvel at the luminous display.


    ¡ª?Do you imagine these are ?theris? ¡ª?Crystaros?¡ª Terry mused, as he gazed at a fragment of the crystal. The idea that these crystals could be the key to acquiring the resources needed for his people lit a spark of hope in his heart. However, upon touching one of the crystals, it transformed into a golden coin in his palm, radiating a spectrum of colors as it spun.


    ¡ª?What is that? ¡ª Elian asked, intrigued.


    ¡ªIt looks like a coin, ¡ª Terry replied, equally surprised.


    ¡ªIt¡¯s similar to the one the merchant showed us, ¡ª Elian observed. ¡ªIf you can make more, that would be great.


    Concentrating, Terry touched the cave wall, and when he opened his eyes, the ground was covered in golden coins. ¡ªLooks like we have more than we need, ¡ª Elian said, picking up several coins.


    ¡ªThe gods have blessed you with the power to materialize riches, ¡ª Elian exclaimed, amazed. Terry, however, found himself paralyzed by an unknown force. With a gesture of his hands, he created a chest, automatically filling it with coins.


    ¡ª?What''s wrong? ¡ª Elian asked, trying to get closer, but a wave of energy repelled him.


    ¡ªIt''s the gem... it doesn''t let you help me, ¡ª Terry concluded, once he was able to move freely and the levitating trunk followed him.


    They returned to the ship, where Nova greeted them with a mix of relief and reproach. ¡ª?Where have you been? ¡ª she asked, to which they both recounted their discovery of the crystals that transformed into ?theris. Crystals.


    ¡ªThey¡¯re like kids discovering a new toy, ¡ª Nova joked, though her concern was evident. ¡ªThey need to let us know where they¡¯re going.


    ¡ªHe didn''t go far this time, ¡ª Terry assured, calming the situation with a kiss and a promise of care.


    With the help of the crew, they loaded the trunk aboard, and Terry outlined the plan: they would acquire only the essentials to return to Zalara , aware of the unknown effect of time travel.


    The next day they completed their purchases without incident and set off for Zalara . Upon landing, they were confronted with a bleak scene: their village was in ruins, the crops were dry, and there was no trace of its inhabitants.


    ¡ª?How long have we been gone?¡ª Elian asked. The answer hung in the air, as a sense of loss and confusion enveloped them.


    ¡ª Something terrible has happened here, ¡ª Marcus murmured, his voice heavy with regret.


    ¡ªWe will find answers, ¡ª Terry promised, his resolve unwavering. ¡ªSomeone has to know what happened.


    Together, they delved into the mystery of their vanished people, determined to unravel the fate of their loved ones and restore Zalara to its former glory. What was once a journey to find resources had become a quest to uncover the truth hidden beneath the silence of their world.