Anya Jane lived quietly.
She wasn't the loudest in class or the brightest in the room, but there was something about her that people felt without knowing why.
A calm.
A mystery.
A strange heaviness around her, like she carried stories she never spoke about.
She always smiled. She rarely talked. But people always noticed her.
Sometimes students joked that she was "too quiet to be normal,"
but if they knew even a little of her past,
they would never laugh
A Childhood She Couldn't Remember
Jane grew up believing the same story she'd been told since she was small:
Her parents died in a house fire.
She survived.
A wealthy couple took her in out of kindness.
Simple.
Clear.
Easy to accept.
But the truth never felt right.
Because sometimes, when she closed her eyes, she saw things that didn't fit that story.
A tall man with gentle eyes lifting her into his arms.
A woman whose voice sounded like warm sunlight.
A burning house that didn't look like the mansion she grew up in.
Two children calling her name kids she didn't recognize, yet somehow missed.
And then the fire would swallow the dream.
When she woke, her heart always felt broken, like she'd been ripped away from something precious.
She once asked her adopted parents about her life before seven.
Mrs. Adiele froze before smiling too quickly.
Mr. Adiele told her, "You were and have always been a calm and lovely kid"
Jane didn't know his name.
She didn't know what he did.
But she always dreamed of a man in black, taller than any human she knew, with eyes that glowed faintly like dying embers.
He never attacked her in the dreams.
He only watched.
And every time he appeared, the dream ended with one sentence whispered softly in her ear:
"Omnia obliviscere"
She didn't know those dreams were memories.
She didn't know that man was Chinda, the highest warlock of their time — the one who wiped away her past on the Adieles' request.
All she knew was that she had nightmares that didn't feel like nightmares.
They felt like warnings.
Strange things always happened around Jane.
Whenever she dreams about something bad it literally happens and get shown in the Tv news
She tried to convince herself it was a coincidence.
But deep inside, something tugged at her.
She also spoke to herself but never said these things out loud.
People already thought she was strange.
She didn't want to be seen as crazy too.
Campus life continued as usual.
Students rushing, complaining, joking.
Noise everywhere.
Jane moved through it like a ghost.
In SOBS lecture hall, she sat by the window, her small blue notebook open. She drew the same symbol again without realizing
a circle with flames around it.
She had been drawing it since she was a child, long before she even knew what it meant.
She didn't notice Samuel walk past the window until his reflection crossed her page.
He slowed.
Their eyes met.
For a moment, it felt like she was surrounded by something so great she don't know if it's her emotions or Something is just different about him
She looked away quickly. Her heart raced for reasons she didn't understand.
Later that evening, her housekeeper called a man to see her.
He introduced himself as Kenneth, a servant of Elwin, a calm-faced stranger with kind eyes.
He spoke gently.
Asked nothing too direct.
Only observed her.
"You've been having dreams," he said softly.
Jane froze.
"H… how do you know?"
Kenneth didn't answer immediately. He looked around her room, his eyes settling on her hands
"There's something inside you trying to wake up," he said.
"You're not cursed. You're not crazy. You are simply… special."
Jane swallowed. "How special?"
Kenneth smiled sadly.
"That will come in time. For now, just know this—
you are destined to be someone very great.
Your Night dreams are fragment of your lost memories the ones that weren't stolen
Jane's breath caught in her throat.
Now she knows her dreams weren't mere dreams it was a fragments of her lost memories
Without her evening telling him of her dreams Kenneth began to interpret it and told her that the man in your dream then was just a mere warlock but now is the high priest warlock" chinda"
He took your memories away from you when you were little she wanted to ask more questions about those people she saw and the kids calling her name before her step mom came in and interrupted their conversation and requested for Kenneth go away from there house claiming he is a mad man and always deceived people. Jane was upset with her actions and promised Kenneth she would get back to him she needs to know more about herself.
That night, Jane sat on her bed, hugging her knees but felt alot better and happier.
The rain had stopped, but her room felt heavy, like the air itself was holding secrets.
She opened her notebook.
Her latest sketch stared back at her —
two children holding her hands, standing in front of flames.
She didn't remember drawing that.
The lamp flickered once.
Then she heard it.
A whisper.
Not from the window.
Not from the house.
From inside her mind.
" Omnia obliviscere"
She dropped the notebook, trembling.
Something was changing.
Something odd.
Something she wasn't ready for.
But it was coming anyway.
And Jane, the quiet girl who blended into crowds, had no idea that she was about to become the most important mortal of her generation.