A Radical Awakening Novels & Stories

"You're glowing, Mia. I've never seen anything like it. Kind of seems like you are radiating." Mia just smiled, feeling a warm, happy feeling deep inside her. She wasn't sure what Ravenna was talking about. She had just been Mia. But then all of a sudden it hit her like a wave. The words of the old seer: “And that gift within you... a new life. It will demand more than you can imagine. It's coming and will change everything. Even the false promises of convenience.” And then she recalled the words in the letter: “Congratulations. Let the new life be blessed, my child.”

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room. Fortunately, I had called the police. Both Edith and I were rescued. Evelyn's voice came. "Edith, you haven't eaten for a day. I've brought you food." I looked up and saw her cutting fruit into different shapes, trying to feed Edith. Edith was annoyed, but when she noticed that I was awake, she raised her eyebrows proudly and took a bite of the fruit.

With shaking hands, I turned off the laptop and went to pack up my things. Only then did I realize that I'd bought most of my stuff in pairs. Only I used them, though; Harold never used the items I'd prepared for him. He was obviously cold to me, but I'd always ignored those subtle signs. I tossed all the matching couple stuff into the bin and packed everything else before texting my best friend, Jane Ramsey. "Do you want to meet up tonight?" I would be heading to the mountains as part of an aid group later, so I wouldn't get to see her for a long time. I decided that I should say goodbye to her properly.

After several minutes, he finally spoke, "I've been dealing with this thing for three years. It's ruined countless lives. People end up either insane or completely broken." "What?" I tried to comprehend his words. "It's not your husband. It's a consciousness that appears in smartphones or computers, manipulating whoever it chooses. Last month… it escalated. It killed someone." "It… killed someone?" I echoed.

“And then I was drawn to this book in the library. I think… I think it might have answers about the awakening.” The three of us huddled around the ancient book as Lily carefully opened it on my bed. The pages were old and fragile, with ink that had faded and strange symbols on them. As we carefully read the confusing text, some phrases seemed to stand out to me. “See this,” I said, pointing to a sentence near the end of a page. “It mentions a 'Catalyst' who will start a big change with magic. Could that be related to what's happening?” Xander leaned in closer, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It's possible. But what does it mean by 'revolution'? And how does it tie into the awakening the

"Fufufu~! Now that the pep talk is finished let's go back to more pressing matters... Your awakening. Sol, give me a summary of what you know about the awakening." Sol slowly stirred his tea with his spoon as he mulled over his thoughts, organizing the information in his head in the most concise way possible, before finally answering. "Humans are the sole race on this world unable to use mana from birth and also the sole race unable to use magic naturally. This situation can only be redeemed once they reach their fifteenth birthday and go through a ritual which is collectively called as the Awakening. From that moment on, they can use mana. But only mana. Not magic."

sharper, louder, and accompanied by the growing roar of vehicles approaching from the streets above. “But do not mistake this awakening for peace. The rising of my energy acts like a beacon. It does not only call to you. It calls to all who hunger for power, all who fear the unknown, and all who have long waited for this moment to strike.” The red dots on the map flared to blinding intensity, and now they began to split apart, revealing layers we had not seen before.

CHAPTER 9 HEAL AND BE AWAKENED H A R R Y May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon. I still can’t read through the lines because I didn’t understand what he meant when he told us to be awakened. Be awakened from what? From the reality? From our pain? From being a prisoner of our pasts? From a dream? It could be a metaphor or a hyperbole but what? It could mean something or a thousand things but I know there’s so much more than the superficial fact of those words but what is it?

Of course, there were still a few angry voices from men, but they were quickly drowned out by the support I received. One comment caught my eye: "Lucia, you're so brave, but I’m scared. I’m terrified that the man who has my photos will send them to my family and friends. I feel like I’m about to break!" I replied, "Awakening to any truth is always accompanied by breaking and pain. But the first step toward awakening is mental liberation. If your spirit isn’t free, nothing else matters—it’s all just another prison. “And with that awakening, comes the courage to live this one life, the life that can never be relived. I hope, in our own ways, we can all make it as extraordinary as possible."

The last minutes in which I would remain complete, with my Ember. I could feel that her end was soon; the sun that had never set in my dreams, not even once in all these years, was lowering itself to meet the flat line of the horizon. I breathed deeply as my heart clenched painfully. Many unsettling thoughts swirled into my mind. “Henry, what if I can’t wake up because I am not good at being awake? What if I don’t know how to do awake-things?” I thought out loud. Maybe my doubts about it were what was keeping me asleep and preventing Ember from healing. Maybe I was afraid? In the middle of this windwhirl of emotions, I didn’t know anything anymore.