AURORANobody interrupted after Lucien’s last words, and honestly, nobody could.The image he had painted was already sitting heavily in everyone’s mind.A frightened six-year-old boy was losing control of a power he didn’t understand, while the adults around him responded with fear instead of compassion.I could see it now—the council chambers, the panic, and the whispers.The moment people stopped seeing a child and started seeing a threat.Maybe that was what disturbed me the most. Not because it was difficult to imagine, but because it wasn’t. I had lived through something similar.The moment my powers surfaced, everyone had looked at me differently, too. The elders had talked about protection while preparing cages. They had spoken about safety while fitting collars around people’s necks.Fear always found a way to disguise itself as concern, and fear was usually where cruelty began.My mother lowered herself onto a fallen tree near the edge of the clearing. For the first time sin
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