The silence of his room only intensified the echo of his mother's words in his mind. Lucian Valerion lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, but his mind wandered between memories and doubts. The revelation that he was not the son of his adoptive parents didn't bother him in and of itself; what truly tormented him was the uncertainty. Who was he? Where did he come from? And most importantly, why had they abandoned him?
His heart pounded, accompanied by growing anger. Why had no one told him anything before? His entire life had been a lie. As frustration built up inside him, the air around him began to feel strange. Without noticing it at first, things in his room slowly floated: books, his chair, his mime hat. Everything rose, suspended in an invisible energy. It was only when he felt the weightlessness beneath his feet that he looked down and saw the impossible: he himself was floating in the air.
The shock of realization shook him from his anger, and in that moment of distraction, everything came tumbling down. Objects crashed to the floor with a loud crash, and he too landed awkwardly on his bed. He breathed heavily, his heart racing, his hands shaking.
"What... what was that?" he whispered to himself.
This wasn't a simple coincidence. Something inside him was awakening, something that had always been dormant. Was this a clue to his true origins? If not even the laws of gravity seemed to affect him, what else could he do?
Lucian sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. He couldn't wait for answers any longer. He had to act. And there was only one place he could go: his old home, the house where his adoptive parents found him.
The night was dark and silent when he arrived at the abandoned house on the outskirts of town. The structure, old and overgrown with weeds, stood like a monument to the past. As he walked along the path covered in dry leaves, he felt a chill run through his body. Something in the air wasn't normal.
As he took the first step toward the door, his vision distorted for an instant. It was only a blink, but in that brief moment, he felt reality itself split in two. An unknown energy vibrated in the air, as if the space in front of him were more fragile than it should be.
"This isn't just an abandoned house..." he murmured, reaching for the door.
Just as his fingers were about to touch the worn wood, a presence emerged from nowhere. From the shadows, a being covered in a dark cloak appeared before him. Its face and body were completely hidden beneath the billowing fabric, but the energy it emanated was overwhelming, almost divine.
Lucian took a step back, instinctively placing a hand on his chest, feeling an inexplicable weight inside him. It wasn't fear... it was something deeper.
The being lifted its head, and although its face was still hidden, its voice rang clearly in the night.
"We finally meet, Lucian Valerion."
Lucian frowned.
"Who are you?"
The being bowed slightly before answering.
"My name is Caius Veyron. I am a guardian, a creation of your father, destined to protect you from the moment you came into this world."
Lucian's heart nearly stopped at those words.
"My father? Do you know who he is?" he asked urgently.
Caius inclined his head slightly.
"Your origins are more complex than you imagine. You are not entirely of this world."
Lucian felt a chill run down his spine. The revelation struck him hard. He had always felt he was different, but this went beyond any theory he had ever considered. Not only was he someone with unusual abilities; his very existence challenged the world he had grown up in.
"So... what am I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Caius was silent for a moment before answering.
"That, young master, is something you must discover for yourself. But I can tell you this: there are those who wish that you never find the truth. And they will do everything possible to stop you."
Caius's words filled Lucian with a mixture of determination and anxiety. He didn't know what his destiny lay, but one thing was certain: there was no turning back. The veil over his past was beginning to lift, and with it, the beginning of his true story.
Without hesitation, Lucian clenched his fists. If the world itself tried to hide his origins from him, then he would do whatever it took to discover them. Even if he had to defy the gods themselves, he would find the truth.
And this was only the first door he must cross.