The city bustled with life. In the streets, passersby hurried by, some immersed in their routine, others in endless conversation, but among them, one boy stood out for his unique ability. Lucian Valerion, an exceptional mime, had captivated everyone's attention with his act. Facing a corner of the bustling market, he moved with supernatural grace, pretending to be trapped within invisible walls. People stopped to watch, rapt, fascinated by the illusion that the space around him imprisoned him. His precise gestures, his ability to suspend reality, made time seem to stand still. Even children approached, staring with shining eyes, as if witnessing an ancient magic.
With a bow, Lucian finished his act. Applause echoed throughout the square, and he raised his hand to thank his audience, his face as blank as ever, his expression so impassive that few knew if he truly enjoyed the recognition or simply did it out of habit. Agilely, he began gathering his belongings: his tip box, his hat, his wand, and the invisible string with which he had created his illusion.
It was at that moment that something changed.
A sudden, fleeting vision invaded his mind. It was more like a voice, something that pierced the barrier of his consciousness and pierced his mind. The words were clear, profound, as if coming from a distant, almost heavenly place:
"Take care of yourself, as your father and I won't be able to. Son, we will miss you, your father and I."
Lucian stopped dead in his tracks, his body frozen in the act of packing up his things. His mind was caught in that strange echo. The voice echoed in his head, as if an invisible weight were crushing him. He couldn't understand it, couldn't process it. Who was speaking? Which father and mother was he talking about?
He shook his head, trying to clear it, but doubt took root deeply. What did it all mean? What was he really? He couldn't stop thinking about the words echoing inside him. Was it true? Had something in his life been hidden from his sight, waiting to be revealed?
With a thoughtful expression, he began walking home. Despite the confusion that gripped him, something inside told him he needed answers. He couldn't ignore what he'd heard, nor the nagging feeling that something much bigger than him was brewing in his life.
When he arrived home, he entered quickly, unwilling to greet anyone other than his mother, as if the urgency of his thoughts was pushing him to ask without wasting any more time. She was in the kitchen, as always, preparing dinner.
"Mom..." Lucian called out in a strange tone, as if the question had been gnawing at him the entire time he walked.
She looked up, smiling gently, but seeing her son's serious expression, she knew something was troubling him.
"What's wrong, son?" She asked with a mixture of affection and concern.
Lucian took a deep breath before speaking.
"Am I really your son?" The question left her mouth without warning, like a dagger thrown into the air, searching for answers in a sea of uncertainty.
His mother was silent for a moment, thoughtful. Her eyes softened, and she rose from her chair, walking toward him with slow steps, as if she wanted to measure her words. Finally, she looked into his eyes, and Lucian noticed the slight sadness on her face.
"No, son…" Her voice was soft, almost melancholic. "You are not mine by birth. You appeared on our doorstep one night, not knowing where you came from. I don't remember how, or why, but we found you. I don't know your true origins, but since that day, we have loved you as if you were my own. You are my son, Lucian. No matter what others say, you always will be."
Lucian remained silent, his mother's words echoing in his mind. He had no answers, but his heart beat with a new intensity, as if the pieces of a puzzle were beginning to fit together.
He walked away from his mother without another word, his eyes fixed on the ground. His mind was still trapped by the same thought, by the same words still echoing in his head. Who was he really? What fate awaited him?
With renewed determination, he turned around, his eyes burning with the flame of a desire that had been ignited within him.
"I will discover my origins..." He murmured, more to himself than to his mother. "No matter how great the price. I will move mountains, destroy entire worlds if necessary... I will discover the truth."
The door closed behind him, leaving his mother alone, staring into space with a mixture of love and concern, knowing that her son was destined for something far greater than anything she could imagine.