ALISON BROWN...
Alison Brown had woken early, as always. The day had not yet risen, the sky was veiled in gray fog. The wind coming in through the window of her small room, gently blowing the curtains, passed like a whisper through the silence. Alison's eyes were red; she had had the same nightmare again and again all night. She dreamed she was standing on the edge of a cliff, in the middle of the darkness. The moonlight illuminated a bottomless void. From that void came a voice—neither fully female nor fully male.
It echoed in her mind with a cold but enchanting tone: "Your time has come… Accept your power." Even while awake, this voice haunted her. Something was stirring deep in her heart. A warmth she could not define in her chest, then an emptiness… As if a force that was not her own was trying to burst from within. Her eyes scanned the room: books fallen by the bed, an old notebook full of half-erased notes, a faded painting hanging on the wall… Everything was familiar yet strangely pale; The colors seemed to be slowly fading. The world stood still for a moment.
Silence squeezed the heart of time. And then—the shadow in the corner of the room moved. A shape… a darkness, taking on human form. As glowing red eyes cut through the darkness, Alison gasped. It was… the figure from her dream. The same dark aura, the same sense of presence. But this time, it wasn't a dream. She took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. The air grew cold, her breath turning to steam. The shadow moved toward her, as if it were floating through the walls. "Your power… has found you." This time, the voice echoed directly in her mind. Not a whisper, but a verdict. Alison wanted to scream, but no sound emerged. Her eyes burned instantly; a red glow appeared in her reflection.
And then… everything went black. Awakening and the First Symptoms Alison opened her eyes quickly. Morning light fell on her face, and she lay on the grass. She was out of breath, sweat dripping from her forehead. She pressed her hand to her heart; the nightmare was still fresh. But something had changed. She stood up and wiped her face with trembling hands. Looking around, she noticed a faint glow on everything—the edges of the books, the walls of her room, even her own hands.
She blinked, but the image remained. Fear gave way to bewilderment. Suddenly, a thick book in a corner of her room—a book she had kept hidden since childhood, filled with ancient magical symbols—was missing. Her heart clenched. She searched, but at that moment, a surge of energy surged through her.
Her pupils turned completely red, an invisible power radiating from her body. In that moment, the world around Alison began to reshape.
WILLIAM DAMIEN...
On the other side of the city, William Damien stood on the balcony of a dark mansion. His eyes were fixed on a single point in the morning mist—the place where Alison lived. In that moment, she felt it. The echo of power… had finally awakened. William had been waiting for this moment for a long time. A hidden sorcerer he had been searching for years, a woman who bore the "sigil of light," had finally emerged. But this power was not pure. It held an essence where darkness and light merged. Just like hers.
From the outside, everyone thought he was a wealthy CEO, a powerful businessman. But in reality… William Damien was half-demon. The darkness sealed within him would occasionally appear in his eyes—a blood-red glint, the mark of a curse. He had learned to live with the curse, but if Alison's power were awakened… the balance of the worlds could shift. There was a prophecy. In it, "the heir of light and the keeper of shadow" would be born together, each destined to spell the other's end. And he knew: Alison was that heir. He had to find her—to protect her, and to stop his own darkness.
William pulled his hood over his head. "The time has come," he whispered. "If I don't find her before the darkness finds her, it will all be over."
Alison held her breath and looked around. The room was still strangely silent; but now he noticed not only the shadow whose eyes were glowing red, but also the small details in the room had changed. The books were out of place, the pages of the old notebook were flying in the air, and the curtains were fluttering without the wind. His heart was beating like crazy; He took a step back, not knowing what to do.
A sound… very faint, but clear, reached his ears. "You… you'll notice…" The whisper seemed to be coming from the corner of the room, but he couldn't see its source. Alison squinted; A dark shadow moved and for a moment the room went completely dark. He was out of breath. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, then everything quickly began to return to normal. But something had changed—he was no longer the same, and his instincts were constantly whispering to him that danger was approaching.
Alison slowly sat on the edge of her bed and placed her hands on her knees. "What's happening to me?" he muttered, his voice shaking. His eyes noticed a faint glow around the edges of the lights in the room. He couldn't understand what it was, but this light… it was strange, alive, like it was breathing. At that moment, somewhere in the city, a pair of eyes was fixed on Alison. William Damien stood on the dark balcony of his mansion. In the foggy morning, he felt what had happened to Alison. He had to protect her; But at the same time, he knew that a danger that he was not aware of was approaching step by step, waiting for him. He pulled his head back into his hood and whispered to himself: "I have to find her… or it will be too late." Alison stood up, stood in the middle of the room, and trembled slightly.
He wanted to take a step, but it was as if there was an invisible obstacle in the middle of the room. A few books fell of their own accord, pages flying through the air, and for a moment a silhouette appeared in the corner of the room—but it quickly disappeared. His heart didn't stop beating. At that moment, a window flew open, creating a small chaos in the room with the wind. Papers flew and curtains fluttered. Alison stumbled back, but didn't fall. A chilling feeling washed over his entire body. His eyes widened. This… was just the beginning.
And in that moment, Alison whispered to herself: "Will I… be able to control this?" But there was no answer. It was as if someone or something he had to answer to was still far away and watching him. As Alison stood in the middle of her room, she felt shadows drifting off the walls. Holding his breath, he was caught between fear and curiosity. She heard a voice outside—maybe real, maybe imagined—but for a moment her heart stopped short: "It's your time, Alison..." And at that moment, she realized the door was slightly ajar. He couldn't see what was behind him, but as soon as he took a step, the entire room moved as if it were breathing. Alison realized that this wasn't just a dream, something was really starting.