Samuel’s POV
Location: Earth – Westbrook Ruins, Sector 12B
Ti: 6:14 AM
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The dawn was crawling in slowly.
Not bright.
Not warm.
Just... indifferent.
I stood in the sa spot where my family once laughed and died. The sun’s first light filtered through the crumbling roof, brushing my face with a faint golden hue.
I could still sll faint traces of the past—charred wood, rusted tal, old rain soaked into stone.
"So much power," I murmured, "and still... I can’t bring back ashes."
I closed my eyes for just a second.
And that’s when I felt it.
A presence.
Soft. Unthreatening. But deliberate.
Not divine. Not entirely human either.
Soone who didn’t belong in this fragile world... yet moved through it like they did.
Voidstep wouldn’t help here. Whoever it is—they ca to be found.
I turned.
There she stood—
In the middle of the shattered hallway where my kitchen once stood.
Barefoot, wrapped in a faded erald cloak, her hair dark as midnight and tied loosely behind her head. Her eyes—gray with specks of starlight—locked onto mine with a calm that unnerved even .
She was young. No older than I was when my life shattered.
And yet, sothing in her felt... old.
Very old.
"You don’t belong here," I said.
"Neither do you," she replied gently, stepping forward over broken floorboards that didn’t make a sound.
I didn’t flinch. Just watched her.
"Who are you?"
She tilted her head.
"A fragnt. A watcher. A promise once made to a boy who would grow to break the stars."
That made my expression shift.
"You knew before."
"Before nas. Before swords. Before you beca Samuel Gebb."
She stepped within arm’s reach, staring up into my eyes like she saw more than just the god I’d beco.
"I’ve waited here... in the folds of ti, tied to this place, for the mont you’d return."
"And now you have."
"Why?" I asked. "To warn ? To test ? Or are you just another shadow from the past?"
She slowly extended a hand, and placed sothing in my palm.
A mory shard.
Old. Cracked. Bound in silver thread and dripping with remnants of divine restriction.
"This belonged to your sister."
My chest tightened.
Elena.
"Before she died," the girl said softly, "she made a wish. Not to survive—but to guide you ho if you ever strayed too far."
The shard pulsed once, and a child’s voice—soft, delicate, broken by fear and warmth—whispered from within:
"If you’re hearing this, Sammy... you finally made it ho."
I couldn’t speak.
The girl stepped back, giving space.
"You’ve been chasing power. Vengeance. aning."
"But sotis, the only reason to return... is to rember who you were before the pain."
She turned, and began walking away, her form slowly unraveling into strands of starlight.
"Wait," I called out. "Who are you really?"
She smiled over her shoulder—faintly, like a fading dream.
"I’m what’s left of a promise you once made... to never forget the people who loved you before the world burned."
And then—she was gone.
I stood there, alone again.
Holding the shard.
Holding a piece of myself I didn’t know I still needed.
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Samuel’s POV
Location: Edenfall Cetery – Restricted Zone 7, Earth
Ti: 7:03 AM – Clouded Morning
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The gates were rusted shut.
Didn’t matter.
They parted before like breath before a blade.
This place hadn’t changed much either.
Overgrown.
Forgotten.
A city’s dead tucked away like sha behind the glittering skyline.
I walked between moss-covered stones and naless markers, so cracked, so swallowed by vines. It wasn’t just a graveyard—this was a place where the unrembered rested.
But I rembered.
Every. Single. One.
Especially them.
I found the stone.
Set behind an old sycamore tree.
Small. Modest. Cracked from decades of neglect.
In Loving mory – Adeline, Marcus, and Elena
Gone too soon. Never forgotten.
I knelt.
Not because I had to.
Not because I was weak.
But because they were the reason I had ever risen.
The wind blew soft. Not divine. Not cursed. Just real.
"I’ve killed kings," I whispered.
"Broken gods. Shattered systems built to rule existence."
"But nothing ever gave peace."
I placed the mory shard at the base of the stone. It pulsed once—softly—then faded, becoming part of the grave, like it belonged.
I reached into the Void.
Not to summon power.
But to conjure sothing gentle.
A small bouquet—Elena’s favorite: white asters.
I placed them next to the shard.
Then I sat down.
Just sat.
No armor.
No titles.
No divine aura pressing against the sky.
Just .
Simon.
The boy who once ran ho too late.
The man who carried guilt for three lives.
The god who returned not to conquer, but to rember.
"I never got to say goodbye," I said. "So maybe... this is my chance."
The silence didn’t answer.
But I didn’t need it to.
Because for the first ti in decades...
My soul felt quiet.
And maybe that ant...
They were listening.
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