Keeper Of The Lost Cities Flashback Fitz Pov นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A thin distinction, morally bankrupt probably, but it was the only thing standing between me and a panic room with armed guards. Killian was waiting by the stairwell when I came back through. "You look like you saw a ghost." "I saw a city. From a very tall building. It's disorienting." He studied me a beat too long. Whatever he saw, or didn't see, seemed to satisfy him. Kade drove me home an hour later, after Killian lost the argument over whose car I'd take. I sat with my phone in my lap the entire ride, the unknown number's messages burning through the screen even though it had long since gone dark.

Fondness points: -800] [Lukey was scratched by a zombie. Fortunately, I had medicine with me. Fondness points: -500] [Jeffrey smiled at me today. Fondness points: +10] [Shoved into a swarm of zombies for the second time. Everyone said I was useless. Fondness points: -400] [Shoved for the third time. Fondness points: Depleted. System execution: Activated] [I watched over this city for three years, but everyone wants me dead.]

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Shaun. I didn’t realize how much you have gone through.” “Rebekah, I don’t want anyone’s pity. The things I’ve gone through placed me here, this is where the Goddess wants me.” He stated calmly. Everyone bowed their heads slightly, realizing they all had misjudged him. Even the cooks looked ashamed after Shaun spoke. None of them could imagine how he felt the last four years. Connor cleared his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “On a happier note, let’s toast the happy mates. We’re honored to have Rebekah join us here.” He raised his glass. “And I wish you two safe travels on your journey.”

Like he had lost the will to fight anymore, like he was lost completely, never had she seen him look like that. The next words out of his mouth made her feel her world shutter into pieces. “Okay, if that is what you want, then okay,” he replied, his voice empty of any emotion, his eyes lost. He had lost everything, he didn't see why he needed to fight anymore. He only had to complete his vow to make sure they were safe. ~~~End of Flashback~~~

"It's simple. I merely want justice. Mr. Watch, I hope you'll investigate everything that happened at the bank today. Spare the innocent, and make sure those who harm your interest pay the price." Felix's gaze swept over Chester and the rest. Chester immediately trembled in fear. "Sure, I'll grant your request. Bring in the best equipment immediately so Spencer here can track the thieves!" I sat down at the workstation and resumed tracking the thieves' location. Their firewall was stronger than before, so it took me some time to break through. Seeing no code appear on the screen, Chester sneered. "Can you recover the money or not? Don't drag all of us down with you. If anything goes wrong, y

I look up into his eyes. He scoffs, sitting back down. "I'm sorry all that happened to you, your highness. Did you ever go back?" Dixie places his hand in mine, hoping to comfort me. I nod, "I did. I was sent back along with the leader of the whole operation, Atillia. They wanted to betray The King. The last initiation for me would be to murder my father." Answering her, getting a squeeze from her hand.

The city stirred below as the first rays touched rooftops and faces—faces that had known loss and fear but now saw a spark of hope. I turned back inside, where Fenton waited, ready to rebuild with us. This was only the beginning. I traced the scar on my wrist—gone now, replaced by a soft glow that pulsed with life. I was no longer bound by curses or shadows. I was the fire that had survived the burn. And I was ready to light the way.

Then: "It made a choice." The city suddenly changed. The beautiful towers cracked. The lights dimmed. The streets emptied. The sky darkened. Then screams echoed across the world. Then the group saw it. The eye. Not imprisoned. Not sealed. Free. Watching the world. Watching the city. Watching everything. Then the vision accelerated. Years passing in seconds. Wars. Chaos. Destruction. The First Civilization collapsing. Then Ava stared. Then: "They lost." The Keeper nodded.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The fortress is no longer a fortress—it’s a *nexus*. The oak’s roots have grown beyond the crystalline forest, threading through the fabric of reality itself. The flowers bloom in every color imaginable, their petals shimmering with fragments of timelines both lived and unlived. The Forgotten who remain have become something else entirely—guardians, gardeners, or perhaps prisoners. Their mutations have stabilized, but their eyes hold a distant, almost reverent glow. They call the oak **the Worldheart** now, and they speak of it in whispers, as if afraid it might hear.

"You would gladly lose yourself if it meant protecting her." The real Zevarion didn't deny it. He couldn't. Because deep inside....... he knew it was true. The crimson version smiled sadly. "And that is exactly how the Legacy wins." A heavy silence followed. Then the bridge shimmered. The air before them rippled like water. A vision appeared. Not a memory. A possibility. They saw the Lost City years from now. The sky above the underground civilization glowed silver once again. Children ran through restored streets. The towers stood tall.