The training room was quiet, the only sound being the occasional rustle of fabric as Andrei adjusted his stance, preparing for the next round. Jay was focused, his eyes narrowed as he calculated his next move. But just as Andrei raised his hand to signal the start of their next training session, the door to the room burst open, and Victor stormed inside.
His presence alone commanded attention, but today, his urgency was palpable. The usual crackling energy of his magic surrounded him, small sparks flickering at the tips of his fingers.
"We've got a new mission," he said, his voice cutting through the room like a thunderclap.
Jay blinked, momentarily thrown off balance by the sudden interruption. Andrei turned to face Victor, his stance already shifting into one of readiness. But it wasn't just the mission that grabbed their attention. It was the look in Victor's eyes—the flicker of uncertainty that seemed to pass over his features.
Victor had never been one to show hesitation. He was usually confident, almost brimming with an unspoken authority. But something was different today.
Victor's eyes scanned the room, locking on Jay first. There was something unspoken between them. Something in his gaze made Jay pause, feeling a slight shift in the atmosphere.
Victor clenched his fists, and a few sparks of lightning danced from his fingertips. "The mission comes first, but..." He hesitated for a moment, then pressed on. "The enemy's forces are on the move. We need to stop them now before they reach our allies."
Jay nodded, his mind already shifting gears. The weight of the mission settled in, pushing aside any lingering questions. "We're ready," Jay said, his voice steady and firm.
But it wasn't just the mission that had Victor on edge. His mind kept going back to something else, something deeper. The magic that surged within him, yet felt so... untapped. He had no memories of his past, just the constant feeling of a void inside. The few fragments he could remember were clouded, disjointed.
Victor's power had always been a mystery. Lightning strikes from his palm, a clear and powerful manifestation of his abilities, but only that. There had to be more. There had to be something else buried within him—something tied to his unknown heritage. His father, a powerful magic user, had to have left him with more than just this.
Jay noticed Victor's far-off look and sighed inwardly. He understood the frustration that came with the unknown. Jay himself was often plagued by questions of his own, but he couldn't afford to dwell on them now.
Leno stepped into the room, quiet as always. He surveyed the group with a calm, almost calculating expression. "We leave now," he said simply, his voice low and unyielding.
The team moved quickly, grabbing their gear and heading out. Victor's mind continued to race as they made their way to the transport. The lightning coursing through his body felt both familiar and foreign—like a part of him that he hadn't fully embraced yet. What else was out there? What did his father leave behind?
Scene: The Drive to the Mission Site
As the team made their way to the mission site, Victor found himself sitting silently next to Jay. Leno was up front, driving with his usual stoic expression. Andrei was next to Jay, keeping his energy high despite the intensity of the situation.
Victor's mind wandered back to his childhood, to the things he couldn't remember. He had no clear recollection of his family or his upbringing. What was his life like before Leno found him? Why couldn't he remember anything?
His thoughts were interrupted by Jay's voice. "You okay?" Jay asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied Victor.
Victor nodded stiffly. "Yeah, just... thinking."
Jay didn't push him further, but he could sense there was more beneath the surface. He'd always known there was more to Victor than just the lightning strikes. There had to be. It didn't make sense that someone with such raw magical potential had such limited control.
Victor's eyes flickered toward Leno. If anyone knew the truth about his past, it was Leno. But even Leno had remained silent on the matter. Victor had asked countless times, but the answers never came.
Leno, as if sensing Victor's gaze, glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Focus on the mission," Leno said, his tone cool and detached. "Everything else can wait."
Victor clenched his fists again, the sparks flaring at his fingertips before he forced them back into control. He wasn't sure if Leno's words were meant to reassure him or to push him away, but either way, they didn't help. The questions about his past, his abilities, his parents—they lingered, unspoken, in the back of his mind.
When they arrived at the mission site, the urgency became real. The enemy forces were closer than expected, and the team quickly fell into formation, each member taking their designated position. Victor's mind was still racing, but now he had to focus.
His hands crackled with energy as he prepared to unleash the only magic he could truly control—the lightning strikes. He glanced over at Jay, who nodded at him, signaling that he was ready.
Victor's power surged as he moved into action. Lightning erupted from his hands, striking down enemy forces in rapid succession. The air around him hummed with energy, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in the rush of battle.
Each strike he sent out left him feeling momentarily empowered, but the lingering doubt remained. Was this really all he was capable of? Was there more to his magic that he hadn't unlocked yet? Could he ever remember what his father had left him?
The mission was a success, but the victory felt hollow to Victor. As they made their way back to base, his mind continued to churn with unanswered questions. His lightning strikes had been powerful, yes, but they hadn't given him the satisfaction he craved.
As they returned to their quarters, Victor found himself alone in a quiet corner. He didn't want to face the others just yet, not with the weight of everything on his shoulders. He needed to think, to figure out what was missing.
He looked down at his hands. The lightning had been a part of him for so long, but it was still just a glimpse of what he could be. What had his father intended for him? What did Leno know that he wasn't saying?
Victor closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm inside him. But as he did, a faint memory flickered—like a spark in the dark.
A memory of his father, standing tall and powerful, holding something in his hands. A book, maybe. A relic. Something that held the key to Victor's true power.
Victor's heart raced. He had to find it. He had to uncover the truth.