"Mo... Mom, is that you?" He called out once again, it was her, his mother, Marie.She looked younger, panicked, running barefoot, tears streamed down her face, as she held a baby in her arms carefully, as if she is protecting the baby from someone or something.A voice boomed from behind her."You can’t hide him forever, Marie! You think you can fight fate? You think you can protect him from what he is?" She didn’t stop. Didn’t even turn around.Just held the baby tighter, he can say it for sure, that baby infant was none other than him.Christian felt cold all over."You’ll never touch him! I'll never allow anyone to touch my baby," she screamed. "Not as long as I’m alive!" Thunder cracked above. Lightning split the sky. Christian wanted to run toward her, call out to her, but he couldn’t move. His body was frozen, as if trapped in a distance, "Mom... mom, can you hear me? Please look at me..." Hiding behind a huge tree, she gently glanced at the baby in her embrace, "My de

"Do you want me to take care of it?" Charles raised an eyebrow, Christian shook his head, "Let's not do that uncle, it's okay even if they didn't learn anything, they lost a lot, I can understand that from their words, no matter how angry I'm at them, still wanting to ruin them to extent of having nothing isn't acceptable, I can't be that heartless." "Are you sure?" Charles asked hoping Christian would change his decision, but Christian nodded his head confidently, "Yes, I'm sure, everyone deserves a second chance to repent for what they've done, they deserve too, it's okay if they learn, it's okay even if they don't, as long as they don't mess with me, I don't need to bother about them, let's ignore this here itself." Charles gently ruffled Christian's hair, "You're just as kind as your mother." Christian smiled at him, and as they got into car, Charles started the engine, while Christian asked, "That manager and this restaurant, both not normal right?" "What made you feel that?"

"Solaris?" the weight of that name is heavy, it rang familiar in his ears, stirring something deep within Christian.Like a whisper at the edge of his mind, something he should remember but couldn't quite grasp."Isn't it a place I asked you before, Grandpa?" He asked with a confused face, not understanding why his grandfather brought up that name now, when previously he didn't say anything no matter how much he insisted on knowing about that place."Yes," Lord Sargent nodded. "It is the birthplace of everything. Our bloodline, our legacy... our power."Christian's brows furrowed. "You're saying this isn't just a rich family with a long history?"Liliana chuckled softly. "Chrissy, the Sargents aren't just wealthy, we are one of the oldest and most powerful bloodlines in existence.""Powerful how? Superpowers?" Christian asked, crossing his arms.Lord Sargent gestured towards the strange objects around them. "Yes, the powers which normal people feel difficult to understand but too norm

"Don't be nervous, Chrissy," Liliana tried to cheer him after looking at his pale face, Christian forced an awkward smile, "is it obvious?"Liliana nodded her head, Christian chuckled nervously, "well, I can't help..." Liliana gently rubbed Christian's back, "It's okay, everything will be fine." Soon, the golden door that had stood like a sentinel at the heart of the chamber suddenly shimmered, the constellations etched into its surface rearranging one final time before dissolving into light. In its place, something else showed up, it's an ornate mirror, tall and attractive, its frame of obsidian entwined with delicate golden vines that pulsed faintly, like veins carrying some ancient energy giving familiar vibes with an earlier golden door.The chamber fell quite all of a sudden sending nervous shivers in everyone's spine.Even the golden veins on the walls dimmed slightly, as if holding their breath.Christian stared at the mirror, and his heart pounded so hard that it's almost a

"Am I really unfit to pass through that door?" "What does that voice meant by I'm a mixed blood?""Can't I be a part of Solaris?" Christian sat at the edge of the balcony, arms resting on the cold iron railing as his eyes looked at the blank sky.The morning sun was barely rising, casting a soft golden glow across the estate grounds. But his thoughts were elsewhere, still circling the words that had shattered him and his heart."A mixed blood like you can’t enter."That phrase haunted him, it had broken something inside him, and awakened something too.He clenched the torn edge of his sleeve, fingers curling as if grasping for answers that refused to come. "What did it mean?" "Who am I, really?" His mother, Marie, had been a mystery all his life, a woman who smiled softly but never spoke of her past, whose eyes always seemed to look far beyond him, like she was hiding worlds he would never understand.Now, Christian needed to know those worlds. Every secret.... Every truth....