Today was the day. Arman and his friends were heading to Jaisagar City—a trip that was supposed to be just for fun, but for him, it was something more. Training.
He picked up his phone and dialed his friends. "Let's meet at the Social Meet Travel Agency," he said. Everyone agreed, and with that, he was ready to leave. Downstairs, his father sat in the living room, reading the newspaper. As Arman approached, he greeted, "Hey, Dad, I'm leaving." His father lowered the paper and looked at him. "So… you're really going?" And then, to Arman's surprise, his father's eyes welled up with tears. "Oh, my kid! You've grown up so much—you're going on a trip alone!" he cried dramatically. Arman sighed, shaking his head. "Dad, it's just a trip. I'll be fine." His mother appeared from the kitchen, arms crossed. "Did you take everything you need?" "Yes, Mom, I did," he assured her. "Alright, take care, son," she said, patting his head. With that, Arman left for the agency. Meeting the Group As he arrived at Social Meet Travel Agency, he was surprised by how crowded it was. "Wow, this place is busy," he muttered, his eyes scanning the crowd for his friends. Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder with a firm smack. "Hey, Arman! Here you are!" He turned around to see Riyan grinning at him. "Wow, man, you're in good shape! I thought you'd take longer to get here," Riyan teased. Arman rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, thanks for covering for me with my parents." Riyan smirked. "No problem. I told them you were at my house that night. But seriously, when I told you to leave back then, why didn't you listen?" Arman sighed. "Can we not talk about that? It was my fault, okay?" Before Riyan could respond, a voice called out, "Hey, guys!" Arman turned to see Ayesha waving at them, walking toward them with Zubair beside her. She had long black hair and was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, while Zubair—a tall guy with golden-brown hair—walked beside her casually. "How are you guys?" Ayesha asked cheerfully. Both Arman and Riyan replied in unison, "We're good. What about you?" "I'm perfectly fine! I ran into Zubair on my way here, so we came together," she explained. Zubair crossed his arms. "So, where exactly are we going?" "Jaisagar City," Arman replied. Riyan raised an eyebrow. "Wait, why there?" The Night Before "Jaisagar City? But why?" Arman had asked the spirit the previous night. "Because that place has a vast amount of spirit energy. It's the perfect place for training," the spirit explained. Back in the present, Arman gave a different answer. "Well… I've never been there before, and there are a lot of cool places to visit." Riyan shrugged. "Fair enough. Let's go, then." Registration The four of them headed toward the agency's entrance and approached the reception desk. A woman, probably in her thirties, was seated behind it. Riyan stepped forward. "Excuse me, miss. Can you tell us more about the trip program mentioned in your pamphlet?" Before he could finish, the receptionist smiled and interrupted, "Of course! I just need your names, ages, and payment." "Uh… sure," Riyan said. "I'm Riyan Khan, 18 years old." She nodded, typing his details into the computer. "Next?" Arman stepped forward. "I'm Arman Maniyar, also 18." Ayesha followed. "I'm Ayesha Bano, 17." And finally, Zubair said, "Zubair Malik, 19." The receptionist finished typing and handed them four tickets. "That will be 1,000 rupees in total. The trip will last 15 days, and you'll be staying at Hotel Mira Bagh Palace in Jaisagar City." Arman paid the amount, and the receptionist pointed toward the bus area. "Head to Bus No. 7 for departure." The group nodded and left for the bus. The Journey Begins The bus was nearly full when they boarded. Arman and Ayesha sat together, while Riyan and Zubair took the seats behind them. A few minutes later, a man stepped onto the bus. He looked like a tour guide—dressed in a formal shirt with an ID card hanging around his neck. "Hi, everyone!" he announced. "I'm Kabir, your guide for this trip! We will now depart for Jaisagar City!" As soon as he finished speaking, the bus rumbled to life and started moving. Arman took a deep breath. The bus moved at a steady pace, gliding down the road as lush green fields stretched endlessly on either side. The golden sun cast a warm glow over the landscape, and cows grazed lazily in the distance. Arman and Ayesha sat side by side, gazing out the window, taking in the peaceful scenery. Just then, a small girl walked up to them, her eyes full of curiosity. She looked to be around ten years old. "Hi!" she chirped. "Are you two a couple?" Arman choked on air, coughing as Ayesha's face turned bright red. "Oh—no! We're just friends!" Arman quickly clarified. The little girl giggled. "Oh, so you're just friends? No worries!" She beamed. "By the way, I'm Meera, and I'm ten years old!" Ayesha, still blushing, smiled and gently pinched the girl's cheeks. "Oh wow, you're so cute, Meera!" Arman smirked. "You certainly don't talk like a ten-year-old…" he muttered under his breath. "Hm? Did you say something?" Ayesha asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, nothing! Nothing at all!" Arman replied quickly, looking away. Meera tugged on Ayesha's sleeve. "So, are you guys going to Jaisagar City too, Big Sis?" "Yes, we are!" Ayesha said with a nod. Meera's face lit up with excitement. "Yay! That means I'll be with you the whole time! Will you play with me when we get there?" Ayesha chuckled. "Of course! I'd love to!" "Yay!" Meera clapped her hands. Just then, a woman's voice called from behind them. "Meera! There you are!" A lady, likely in her early thirties, approached them. She gave them a polite smile before looking at her daughter. "I hope my little one hasn't been bothering you." "Oh no, not at all!" Ayesha assured her. "She's adorable!" The woman smiled in relief. "That's kind of you." Meera turned back to Ayesha. "Oh! Before I go, are you both traveling alone?" Ayesha shook her head. "Nope! We're here with our friends!" At that moment, Riyan and Zubair leaned over from the seats behind them and waved. Meera waved back excitedly. "Hi, big brothers!" Zubair grinned. "Hey, kiddo!" "Alright, Meera, let's go back to our seats," her mother said, gently pulling her away. Meera pouted but then turned back to Ayesha. "Don't forget your promise, Big Sis! We'll play when we reach Jaisagar City!" Ayesha laughed. "I won't forget! I promise!" With that, Meera and her mother walked back to their seats. Arman let out a breath and leaned back. "Wow, she's got a lot of energy." Ayesha smiled softly. "Yeah… but she's sweet." The bus continued down the road, carrying them closer to their destination. Their adventure in Jaisagar City was just beginning.
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Then I'll Carry Both
Arman stood still for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily. The group of troublemakers scrambled away, dragging their battered leader along, leaving only silence behind. The park suddenly felt emptier, as though even the air was afraid to stay too close to him.Arman glanced down at his hands. They trembled slightly, not from weakness, but from the rush of what he had just done.Damn... I lost control again. I didn't even need to use that much force. If I keep this up, people will start noticing I'm not normal.He quickly shook his head, pushing the thought aside, and turned toward Ayesha. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted."Ayesha... they won't bother you again," Arman said, trying to steady his voice. "But please-don't tell anyone about this."She nodded slowly, her expression still caught between fear and awe. "I won't. You saved us... that's all that matters."Arman gave her a small smile, though inside his chest his heart was pounding like
I Did What I Had To Do.
The streets were quiet, washed in the warm glow of the morning sun. Shadows stretched short across the stone path as Arman walked with his hands shoved into his pockets. His footsteps echoed lightly, but in his head there was another sound -one that always carried weight. levon's deep, booming voice resounded within his mind. "Hey, kid." Arman's shoulders twitched slightly, though he was used to the spirit's sudden intrusions by now. "What is it this time?" he muttered under his breath, eyes scanning the open streets. "The thing I wanted to tell you," levon said, his tone unusually serious, "is about your Nexus Unbound form." Arman blinked. "Yeah? What about it?" There was a pause. Then, the words fell heavy, like a hammer striking an anvil. "You cannot use it." Arman stopped walking. "What? Why the hell not?" "Because your body isn't ready," levon replied firmly. "You can't handle my full power yet. Right now, your limit is fifteen percent. That's as far as your fles
A Brief Rest
The swirling silver-blue light of the portal. shimmered behind Arman before collapsing in on itself, vanishing into nothing. He stepped into the familiar confines of his room, and for a moment, the tension of the Order's stone halls felt like a bad dream.His bed greeted him like an old friend -the same soft mattress, the faint scent of laundry detergent and a hint of his own. shampoo lingering in the pillow. It was grounding, almost comforting. He ran his hand across the blanket and let out a slow breath.Glancing at the wall clock, his eyebrows shot up. "Man... it's only five a.m.?" he muttered, rubbing his face. The early dawn light barely touched the curtains.Tomorrow, his real training with the Order would begin. That meant waking before sunrise, probably sweating buckets, and facing instructors who made the Elderslook like friendly grandparents. And before that... there was one thing he couldn't avoid."I have to talk to Mom and Dad," he murmured to himself. "If I've only got
The Dagger That Cuts Space
Arman stepped out of the heavy wooden doors, the echoes of the Elders' voices still ringing in his ears.The corridor outside felt strangely quiet compared to the suffocating air of the chamber.His shoulders, tense and rigid moments ago, finally sagged."Man… that was terrifying."He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair."Those guys… they were old, sure… but certainly not weak. I didn't even know how to respond to half of what they said."His heart was still beating faster than it should.He let out a long exhale and whispered,"Damn this social anxiety."Ievon's deep, resonant voice boomed inside his head, carrying that familiar tone somewhere between teasing and commanding."Well, kid, you weren't bad today. So cheer up — you're still alive."Arman rolled his eyes and snorted."Oh, thanks, Master. That's very reassuring.""You're welcome."Arman adjusted the strap of his jacket, shaking off the lingering tension, and let his eyes wander down the hallway.
Welcome to The Order, Arman
"Arman, you're coming with us—to the Order of Aethen."The woman's voice was flat, calm, and unnervingly certain. Her face was unreadable, like a statue carved to conceal emotion, and yet her words carried an invisible weight — the kind that made the room feel smaller.The fluorescent light above his bed flickered, throwing brief shadows across the walls. The faint scent of incense still hung in the air from the stick he'd burned earlier, now cold and lifeless in its tray. His blanket clung damp to his legs, twisted like a rope, a reminder of the uneasy sleep she had just broken.Arman shot upright, eyes narrowing."What the hell is the Order of Aethen?" he snapped. "And what are you doing in my room? Who the hell are—"He never finished.THUD!A sharp, blinding pain erupted at the base of his neck. The world spun sideways, his breath caught in his throat, and the floor seemed to lurch upward to meet him.What the hell just happened? he thought, seconds before the darkness swallowed h
The Return and the Invitation
The bus came to a slow, sighing halt at Sikar station, its brakes hissing like a tired beast finally resting. The doors creaked open, and Arman and his friends stepped out into the dry afternoon heat. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden haze over the bustling streets. Dust danced lazily in the air, kicked up by impatient autos and the occasional cart rolling by.Arman adjusted the strap of his bag as his shoes met the familiar cracked pavement. He took a deep breath—the scent of hot concrete, fried snacks from a nearby stall, and something distinctly home hit his senses all at once."Finally," Zubair muttered behind him, stretching until his back popped. "Feels like we've been on that bus for a year."Meera, still holding Aayesha's hand, looked up at her with a pout. "Sis… when will we meet again?"Her voice was soft, nearly swallowed by the honking horns and distant chatter of the station. Aayesha opened her mouth, but her words were interrupted by Kajal's chipper voice."O
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