《Beyond the Laws》


 The Voice of Origin

    The city bustled with life. In the streets, passersby hurried by, some immersed in their routine, others in endless conversation, but among them, one boy stood out for his unique ability. Lucian Valerion, an exceptional mime, had captivated everyone''s attention with his act. Facing a corner of the bustling market, he moved with supernatural grace, pretending to be trapped within invisible walls. People stopped to watch, rapt, fascinated by the illusion that the space around him imprisoned him. His precise gestures, his ability to suspend reality, made time seem to stand still. Even children approached, staring with shining eyes, as if witnessing an ancient magic.


    With a bow, Lucian finished his act. Applause echoed throughout the square, and he raised his hand to thank his audience, his face as blank as ever, his expression so impassive that few knew if he truly enjoyed the recognition or simply did it out of habit. Agilely, he began gathering his belongings: his tip box, his hat, his wand, and the invisible string with which he had created his illusion.


    It was at that moment that something changed.


    A sudden, fleeting vision invaded his mind. It was more like a voice, something that pierced the barrier of his consciousness and pierced his mind. The words were clear, profound, as if coming from a distant, almost heavenly place:


    ¡°Take care of yourself, as your father and I won¡¯t be able to. Son, we will miss you, your father and I.¡±


    Lucian stopped dead in his tracks, his body frozen in the act of packing up his things. His mind was caught in that strange echo. The voice echoed in his head, as if an invisible weight were crushing him. He couldn¡¯t understand it, couldn¡¯t process it. Who was speaking? Which father and mother was he talking about?


    He shook his head, trying to clear it, but doubt took root deeply. What did it all mean? What was he really? He couldn''t stop thinking about the words echoing inside him. Was it true? Had something in his life been hidden from his sight, waiting to be revealed?


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    With a thoughtful expression, he began walking home. Despite the confusion that gripped him, something inside told him he needed answers. He couldn''t ignore what he''d heard, nor the nagging feeling that something much bigger than him was brewing in his life.


    When he arrived home, he entered quickly, unwilling to greet anyone other than his mother, as if the urgency of his thoughts was pushing him to ask without wasting any more time. She was in the kitchen, as always, preparing dinner.


    "Mom..." Lucian called out in a strange tone, as if the question had been gnawing at him the entire time he walked.


    She looked up, smiling gently, but seeing her son''s serious expression, she knew something was troubling him.


    "What''s wrong, son?" She asked with a mixture of affection and concern.


    Lucian took a deep breath before speaking.


    ¡°Am I really your son?¡± The question left her mouth without warning, like a dagger thrown into the air, searching for answers in a sea of ??uncertainty.


    His mother was silent for a moment, thoughtful. Her eyes softened, and she rose from her chair, walking toward him with slow steps, as if she wanted to measure her words. Finally, she looked into his eyes, and Lucian noticed the slight sadness on her face.


    ¡°No, son¡­¡± Her voice was soft, almost melancholic. ¡°You are not mine by birth. You appeared on our doorstep one night, not knowing where you came from. I don''t remember how, or why, but we found you. I don''t know your true origins, but since that day, we have loved you as if you were my own. You are my son, Lucian. No matter what others say, you always will be.¡±


    Lucian remained silent, his mother''s words echoing in his mind. He had no answers, but his heart beat with a new intensity, as if the pieces of a puzzle were beginning to fit together.


    He walked away from his mother without another word, his eyes fixed on the ground. His mind was still trapped by the same thought, by the same words still echoing in his head. Who was he really? What fate awaited him?


    With renewed determination, he turned around, his eyes burning with the flame of a desire that had been ignited within him.


    "I will discover my origins..." He murmured, more to himself than to his mother. "No matter how great the price. I will move mountains, destroy entire worlds if necessary... I will discover the truth."


    The door closed behind him, leaving his mother alone, staring into space with a mixture of love and concern, knowing that her son was destined for something far greater than anything she could imagine.

 The Echo of a Lost Origin

    The silence of his room only intensified the echo of his mother''s words in his mind. Lucian Valerion lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, but his mind wandered between memories and doubts. The revelation that he was not the son of his adoptive parents didn''t bother him in and of itself; what truly tormented him was the uncertainty. Who was he? Where did he come from? And most importantly, why had they abandoned him?


    His heart pounded, accompanied by growing anger. Why had no one told him anything before? His entire life had been a lie. As frustration built up inside him, the air around him began to feel strange. Without noticing it at first, things in his room slowly floated: books, his chair, his mime hat. Everything rose, suspended in an invisible energy. It was only when he felt the weightlessness beneath his feet that he looked down and saw the impossible: he himself was floating in the air.


    The shock of realization shook him from his anger, and in that moment of distraction, everything came tumbling down. Objects crashed to the floor with a loud crash, and he too landed awkwardly on his bed. He breathed heavily, his heart racing, his hands shaking.


    "What... what was that?" he whispered to himself.


    This wasn''t a simple coincidence. Something inside him was awakening, something that had always been dormant. Was this a clue to his true origins? If not even the laws of gravity seemed to affect him, what else could he do?


    Lucian sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. He couldn''t wait for answers any longer. He had to act. And there was only one place he could go: his old home, the house where his adoptive parents found him.


    The night was dark and silent when he arrived at the abandoned house on the outskirts of town. The structure, old and overgrown with weeds, stood like a monument to the past. As he walked along the path covered in dry leaves, he felt a chill run through his body. Something in the air wasn''t normal.


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    As he took the first step toward the door, his vision distorted for an instant. It was only a blink, but in that brief moment, he felt reality itself split in two. An unknown energy vibrated in the air, as if the space in front of him were more fragile than it should be.


    "This isn''t just an abandoned house..." he murmured, reaching for the door.


    Just as his fingers were about to touch the worn wood, a presence emerged from nowhere. From the shadows, a being covered in a dark cloak appeared before him. Its face and body were completely hidden beneath the billowing fabric, but the energy it emanated was overwhelming, almost divine.


    Lucian took a step back, instinctively placing a hand on his chest, feeling an inexplicable weight inside him. It wasn''t fear... it was something deeper.


    The being lifted its head, and although its face was still hidden, its voice rang clearly in the night.


    "We finally meet, Lucian Valerion."


    Lucian frowned.


    "Who are you?"


    The being bowed slightly before answering.


    "My name is Caius Veyron. I am a guardian, a creation of your father, destined to protect you from the moment you came into this world."


    Lucian''s heart nearly stopped at those words.


    "My father? Do you know who he is?" he asked urgently.


    Caius inclined his head slightly.


    "Your origins are more complex than you imagine. You are not entirely of this world."


    Lucian felt a chill run down his spine. The revelation struck him hard. He had always felt he was different, but this went beyond any theory he had ever considered. Not only was he someone with unusual abilities; his very existence challenged the world he had grown up in.


    "So... what am I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.


    Caius was silent for a moment before answering.


    "That, young master, is something you must discover for yourself. But I can tell you this: there are those who wish that you never find the truth. And they will do everything possible to stop you."


    Caius''s words filled Lucian with a mixture of determination and anxiety. He didn''t know what his destiny lay, but one thing was certain: there was no turning back. The veil over his past was beginning to lift, and with it, the beginning of his true story.


    Without hesitation, Lucian clenched his fists. If the world itself tried to hide his origins from him, then he would do whatever it took to discover them. Even if he had to defy the gods themselves, he would find the truth.


    And this was only the first door he must cross.

 The Shadow in the Darkness

    The air in the abandoned house felt thick, charged with a strange, oppressive energy. Lucian barely breathed, his eyes fixed on Caius, who had suddenly tensed like a beast about to attack. The guardian scanned the room with his gaze, his body radiating an overwhelming presence.


    "Something''s here..." he murmured, his tone heavy with gravity.


    Lucian felt a chill run down his spine. He didn''t need an explanation. He could feel it. An invisible whisper, a vibration in the air that made his skin crawl.


    Caius narrowed his eyes.


    "This power... I''ve felt it before."


    Suddenly, the pressure disappeared. As if it had never been there. A deathly silence covered the house. Lucian swallowed.


    "Not this time," Caius murmured before disappearing in a fleeting shadow.


    Lucian was left alone in the gloom. It didn''t take him long to react. He quickly went to the door and stepped outside, just in time to witness what was happening in the backyard.


    There, in the middle of the night, Caius floated in the air, enveloped in a dark glow, his arm extended toward a hooded figure. The silhouette was blurry, as if its very existence refused to be clearly perceived.


    "Who are you, and what do you want from Lucian?" Caius roared.


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    The figure let out a distorted laugh.


    "Always so faithful to your duty, Guardian... But this time, you cannot protect him."


    Suddenly, with an imperceptible movement, the figure disappeared and reappeared behind Caius. Before he could react, an invisible force threw him violently against a tree. The impact shook the ground.


    Lucian felt a burst of adrenaline and clenched his fists.


    Caius struggled to his feet, clicked his tongue, and looked at Lucian.


    "I can''t fight him alone... You must use your power!"


    Lucian felt his heart pounding. He barely understood what was happening to him, but inside him, something burned, waiting to be released.


    "I don''t know how to do this!"


    "You don''t need to know. Just feel it. Stop thinking about what''s possible and what''s not. Do what you think you must do!"


    Lucian closed his eyes.


    He let the world around him disappear.


    He let the weight of reality fade away.


    And when he opened them again...


    All was silent.


    The wind stopped.


    The leaves floated motionlessly in the air.


    And he... he was no longer bound by anything.


    The enemy seemed to notice and took a step back.


    "Interesting..." he whispered.


    Lucian raised a hand, and with a simple gesture, everything around him began to bend. The shadows of the trees twisted like paper, the ground curved like tangled fabric, and the air itself trembled like a mirror about to shatter.


    The enemy reached out as if trying to stabilize the distorted space.


    "It''s too soon for you... but not for long."


    With one last grim smile, the figure vanished.


    The world immediately returned to normal.


    Lucian fell to his knees, panting. His entire body trembled.


    Caius approached him, regarding him with serious eyes.


    "You understand now, don''t you?"


    Lucian looked up, still breathing heavily.


    "Yes..."


    He looked down at his hands.


    For the first time, he knew with certainty that the laws of the world didn''t apply to him.


    And he also knew... that someone didn''t want him to find out why.