Divine felt the weight of the book in her hands, but the mystery only deepened. How could she fulfill a mission she didn't fully understand? Every good deed, every act of kindness she tried to do felt like a hollow gesture, a meaningless attempt to fill the empty space inside her.
She helped an old woman carry groceries, donated to a local orphanage, and even helped clean the streets. Each time, a flicker of something warm brushed against her heart—but it wasn't enough. The Power Jar remained empty, and the sense of incompleteness gnawed at her.
And then, as if fate had stepped in, she found herself on the beach once more, where the sound of a struggling sea turtle caught her attention. A young boy stood nearby, trying to free the creature from a net. Without thinking, Divine rushed to his side, her hands moving almost instinctively as she helped untangle the net.
For a brief moment, everything around her seemed to freeze. The ocean, the boy, the turtle—it was as if the world held its breath. And when the turtle swam back into the water, something inside her stirred, something ancient and powerful. The Power Jar flickered to life, a soft glow beginning to fill it.
But Divine didn't know what this meant. Was it enough? Was this the first step toward reclaiming what she had lost?