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"How...how do you know my name? Why are you following me?" "I overhead your friends use it. Now, listen to me. They are watching you. You need to come with me." "Who is watching me? What does that even mean? Like Hell I would come with you. Get off! I can't breathe!" "I can't tell you. It is not permitted. Just trust me. A particular group of powerful people are looking for you, and they intend to take you. Come with me, and I will be certain you are safe." I relax beneath him and he allows me to roll, facing him. I wait for his guard to drop before I knee him in his stomach and jolt from beneath him. I shift, no longer caring about my clothing as I pump my legs harder than I ever have befor

the woman commanded and we all did as said. "Wow" We all exclaimed as a transparent but visible screen project from the watch. "welcome Ariana Smith, would you like a fresher's course?" The control watch asked and that seems to be the question of all other controls too. "Now say yes" The woman commanded and we all did as instructed. "Very well" The smartwatch said and notes appeared on the screen. "Have a nice day" the woman said and the hall dissolved to expose us to the field. "This is your training field were all sports is being participated" The watch informed.

"Nobody moves through those routes without an escort until these are out." He was already standing. "Done." I turned to Lira. She was looking at the device on the floor with an expression I recognized because I had worn it myself, the first time I understood the Watcher was not a distant threat but a specific and patient one. The specific look of a person who has just understood that they have been watched for longer and more thoroughly than they knew. "It knew exactly where I was," she said. Quiet. Not a question. "Yes." "The whole time."

A thunderous, overwhelming crack pierced the atmosphere as a brilliant light burst forth from the trees. The shadows dispersed like wisps of smoke, and Dahlia recoiled, her expression contorting in disbelief. “What is that?” she whispered sharply. I covered my eyes, my heart pounding. Amidst the mist, I perceived shapes materializing, fighters unfamiliar to me, their arms shining with brilliance. In the middle loomed a towering, authoritative presence. “Who” I began. Lucian’s voice echoed from the east, overflowing with incredulity. “The Eclipse Watch.” Dahlia growled, darkness twisting around her feet. "This doesn't alter anything!"

"It means that the real problem has just started. Something called the 'Eternal Watcher' is awake. It is going to tear time and space." Suddenly the lights in the room started flickering. The screen showed a symbol that looked like an eye. It was red. It was staring at them. The room started shaking. Alarms were going off. Eleanor was scared. "What is that?" she whispered. Director Thorne looked concerned. "It is something we have been trying to stop for a while. It is a guardian that decides if humanity is worth saving." He looked at Alexander, Eleanor and finally at Leo. "It has chosen Leo. It is coming for him.”

“If she returns, it will be because she chooses to. Not because we ask.” The forest remained silent, but it did not feel empty. It felt watchful. As if something ancient and fire-born moved beyond sight, not fleeing, not hiding, but walking a path that could not be followed by those who needed crowns to feel whole. The Watchers had fallen. But the woman who ended them had vanished once more. And this time, the world would have to learn how to stand without her.

"I tried to make them as manly as possible. Hopefully, they're okay. They have to be worn to be effective and won't make you Superman or anything, but they will keep you out of immediate danger. Enough tenacity or persistence from an opponent, though, and the ward will sever. Think of it like an early warning signal." Once she returned to her seat, she took a sip of wine and hesitantly glanced at the others. Tristan and Riley were staring at their wrists like they'd been sucker-punched and Brady couldn't drudge up the right string of syllables to relate his gratitude. Not only had she offered to protect their home, but she'd taken the time to craft something personal. What a difference a cou

Kael’s voice was a final, digitized sob. The First Omega pointed at the dark current where a girl in a white dress was disappearing beneath the ice. "The Mother who anchors you," the Watcher whispered. "Watch her drown again. And tell me if the pain is still the foundation of your throne." Leo stared at the water, his small hands fisting in his coat as his golden eyes began to bleed liquid silver mercury.

I know that face. I have seen it before. In a photograph, old and folded, kept at the back of a drawer in my mother's bedroom. Two young women standing outside a building I never recognised. My mother on the left, laughing. The other woman beside her, almost laughing, held back by something even then. I stop walking. Marcus feels the change immediately. His hand tightens on mine. "Callie. Stay with me." "Who is that woman?" I ask quietly. "The one by the flowers."