Scion's transition back to consciousness was slow and surreal, like rising from the depths of a dream. He lay in a hospital bed, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air, and the soft hum of medical machinery providing a reassuring backdrop to his senses. The memories of the javelin spear's attack still haunted him. He shifted slightly, feeling the bandages that covered his wounds, and groaned as he realized his own vulnerability.
The room was pristine and white, the crisp sheets on the bed providing a sense of comfort. Nurses bustled around him, attending to his wounds. Scion felt weak, both from his recent ordeal and from the strange encounter that had left him bewildered. Who had attacked him, and why?
His thoughts were disrupted when the door to the room opened, and Luke entered, flanked by two imposing figures that could only be described as bodyguards. Scion's heart raced, his confusion growing.
"Luke," he said, his voice weak but filled with questions. "What's going on? Who attacked me? Is everyone okay?"
Luke's expression was a mix of relief and concern as he approached Scion. "Scion, I'm so glad to see you're alright. We need to talk."
Scion noticed something unusual about Luke's bodyguards. An eerie aura seemed to emanate from them, a palpable sense of danger that sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but scrutinize them closely, wondering what kind of power they held.
"Luke," Scion whispered, his eyes locked on the guards, "there's something strange about your bodyguards. I can feel it. What are they?"
Luke sighed, his gaze heavy with an unspoken truth. "They are Mystic Masters, Scion, just like us. But they are not your average Mystic Masters."
Scion's confusion deepened as he struggled to process the revelation. "Mystic Masters? Why do they seem so... menacing?"
One of the guards, a formidable figure with a burly build and a face marred by scars, stepped forth with a deliberate, almost foreboding presence. The scar tissue on his visage seemed to bear the stories of countless battles, etched like rugged trails on the map of his life. As he spoke, his deep voice resonated with a solemn gravity that demanded unwavering attention.
"Master Luke," he stated with an air of unwavering devotion, "as a Mystic Master, a beacon of extraordinary power. We are entrusted with the solemn duty of safeguarding his life against any potential threats that may emerge."
Scion's eyes grew wide, taking in the gravity of their sworn allegiance. His gaze flitted from the imposing guard to Luke, a whirlwind of emotions churning within him. He found himself on the precipice of a revelation, caught between loyalty, fear, and curiosity.
Turning his gaze to Luke, Scion inquired with a mixture of perplexity and concern, "Luke, we've shared our lives as friends, stood by each other's side in times of trouble. Why would your own guards turn on me?"
Luke's expression, which had carried an air of camaraderie and familiarity, now shifted into one of sombre responsibility. "Scion," he began, his voice laden with a weighty truth, "the power you wield is unlike anything we've seen. The guard who attacked you did so out of a deeply ingrained sense of duty. He believed that an unimaginable and powerful adversary had surfaced, one that posed a significant threat to my life."
The tension in the air was palpable, a rift of uncertainty and ambiguity that enveloped them all. Scion, in that moment, stood at the crossroads of two worlds, his past as an ordinary individual and his newfound identity as a harbinger of mystic might. His journey into the heart of mysticism was now intricately tied with the enigmatic aura that emanated from Luke and his loyal, unwavering guardians.
Scion's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. "But why didn't you tell me? Why did he not give any warning?"
Luke sighed deeply. "I apologize for the secrecy, Scion, but I needed to understand your abilities better. It's been a while since I've met someone who can wield mystic energy like you. Your powers are remarkable, and I needed to be sure of your intentions."
Scion hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He wanted to trust his friend, but the secrecy and the attack had shaken him to his core. "Luke, you knew about my powers? How?"
Luke's voice was gentle as he spoke. "Scion, I, too, am a Mystic Master. I was born with mystic powers. I could tell you didn't know how to use your powers since you didn't bother to hide your energy."
Scion smiled at himself, realising he wasn't well-versed in Mysticism.
Luke seemed genuinely surprised. "That's unheard of, Scion. Mystics are born with their abilities, and they cannot awaken them during their lifetime. It defies everything I know about mysticism."
Scion was quick to mask the truth, unwilling to reveal the true origin of his powers. "I can't explain it myself, Luke. It's all still a mystery to me. I can't remember what happened during my coma."
Luke's gaze bore into Scion, a weighty intensity behind his eyes that spoke of years of friendship and unwavering trust. "Scion," he began, his voice tinged with understanding, "there's a depth to your silence that I can feel. We've shared countless experiences, faced challenges, and stood together through it all. I believe in the strength of our bond. You can confide in me."
Scion's hesitation lingered a vulnerable vulnerability that left his emotions exposed. His thoughts were a labyrinth of uncertainty, a maelstrom of hidden truths and unrevealed secrets. He longed to trust Luke, but the enigmatic origin of his newfound powers left him grappling for words. "Luke," he confessed, his voice trembling under the weight of the unspoken, "I'm caught in a web of memories, a jumbled enigma that I can't unravel. My coma remains a shrouded abyss."
Luke, unyielding in his support, offered a reassuring smile. "Scion, mysteries are meant to be unravelled. Just know that I'm here for you, and together, we'll find the answers you seek."
Their unspoken bond strengthened, leaving no room for doubt. Scion may have been ensnared in a maze of uncertainty, but he had a steadfast friend in Luke, and their shared journey into the realm of mysticism beckoned.
The guards exchanged a silent glance, but Luke didn't press the matter further. Instead, he placed a reassuring hand on Scion's shoulder. "Scion, your powers are a gift. I want to help you understand them better. There's a hidden world of mysticism, and you're a part of it now. I believe you have the potential to be something extraordinary."
Scion felt a mixture of fear and curiosity. He had always considered himself an ordinary person, and the sudden revelation of mystic abilities had left him bewildered. However, the idea of exploring this new world and understanding the extent of his powers intrigued him.
Luke continued, "Welcome to the world of mysticism, Scion. Your life is about to change, and it won't be easy. But I'll be here to guide you every step of the way."
Scion felt a sense of both trepidation and excitement. He had embarked on a journey filled with mysteries and danger, but he was not alone. The enigmatic world of mysticism awaited, and his friend Luke would be his guiding light in the darkness.