Andrew couldn't believe his eyes. He momentarily turned towards the exit before heading out and squeezed the complimentary card Hannah had given him and threw it into the trash can. Andrew immediately headed home angrily.
********** Andrew lived on the outskirts of the city. He stood in front of his weathered apartment building, its faded exterior displaying the signs of neglect over time. Inside Andrew's apartment, a simple and humble space, the worn-out door was unlocked, and he stepped inside. *Bammmm!* He slammed the door in anger, frustrated by the events that had unfolded before him. The small living area had different uses, but it wasn't in the best condition. The off-white walls were faded and had some cracks. The carpet was old and worn-out, and you could tell it used to be softer. The furniture in the room didn't match and looked like it had been passed down through generations or bought second-hand. There was a faded and frayed couch against one wall. In the middle of the room, there was a wobbly coffee table with coffee cup rings and a stack of textbooks on top. A couple of chairs that didn't match provided extra seating, and their cushions showed signs of being used. Feeling upset and frustrated, Andrew went to his room and threw himself onto the mattress. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened recently. "I was so dumb! She already had a boyfriend, but I thought she liked me... Arrrrh!" he muttered angrily, holding a pillow and pressing it against his face. It was hard for him to accept that he had developed feelings for someone who was already in a relationship. "I will never trust anyone again," Andrew vowed to himself. Deciding to move on from the situation, he got up from the bed and took off his shirt. Underneath, there were stains and blood on the garment, so he quickly threw it into the nearby laundry basket. He took off a ring that his mother had given him and carefully placed it on the table, momentarily forgetting its meaning as he dealt with his emotional turmoil. Walking towards the mirror, Andrew examined his slim body, replaying the fight with Stanley in his mind and remembering how surprisingly agile he had been. "How did I even manage to do that?" he wondered aloud, looking at his injured fist. Andrew extended his hands, hoping to find some trace of newfound strength or muscle, only to be met with the same slender appendages as before. "How was I able to perform those flips? Where did that inspiration come from? Was it something extraordinary?" he pondered, desperately searching for answers in his own reflection. All of a sudden, the ring on the table started to shine in a bright green color, flashing on and off. Andrew couldn't take his eyes off it. "What's going on? Is this like something from a movie, or is it actually happening?" he said, shocked and with his mouth wide open in amazement. Andrew carefully walked towards the ring, grabbing a baseball bat he found in the corner of the room. He took small steps, treating the ring as if it could be dangerous. Suddenly, the rapid beeping of light stopped, and a holographic image appeared. Right in front of Andrew's eyes, his father's figure appeared. Andrew was shocked because he had never seen his father in real life. He had only seen a picture of him that his mother had shown him. The reason was that his father had passed away when Andrew was just three years old. At the same time, his father's voice came from the hologram, capturing Andrew's attention.. "Andrew, if you are watching this message, it means I am no longer alive. You have reached an age where you deserve to know the secrets that have been passed down through our family for generations. You are my rightful heir and the bearer of my legacy. Throughout the generations, the firstborn sons of the Everest bloodline have been entrusted with this ring. Only the blood of the firstborn son of the Everest lineage can inherit this powerful legacy," Andrew's father spoke. "You have been bestowed with the extraordinary abilities that come with this ring, and you may have already experienced some of its powers during dire situations involving your blood. This ring has the remarkable ability to enhance your intelligence tenfold and enable your memory to store information like a computer's hard drive. Furthermore, it grants you exceptional martial arts skills. I will personally teach you all the necessary skills associated with the ring. Please note that the voice you are hearing now is not my real voice, but a programmed simulation designed to answer any questions you may have," Andrew's father explained further. Andrew now understood why he possessed enhanced reflexes and strength, which helped him confront Stanley. However, Andrew had always yearned to meet his father in person. This opportunity felt like a chance to communicate with him. Overwhelmed with emotions, he finally voiced the one question that had been haunting him for so long, "Dad! Why did you leave us so soon? Why did Mom have to suffer, especially when the Everests are known as one of the wealthiest families in Lantana City? Why did Mom have to endure poverty? Couldn't you have left something behind for us to survive?" Tears welled up in Andrew's eyes as he remembered about the hardships his mother had endured while raising him. Even though Andrew's mother came from a rich family, she was kicked out by her father because of a long-lasting fight between their families. After Andrew's dad died, his mom was also kicked out from the Everest family, and Andrew was just a kid back then. To take care of both of them, his mom had to work many part-time jobs, which made her really sick. Andrew always wanted to help his mom, but she would get angry and not accept any money he earned. Sadly, his mom passed away three years ago from all the hard work she did. Having tried everyother source, Andrew went to the Everest family, hoping they would give him money to help his mom, but they attacked him and threw him out of their place. Since then, he made a promise to cut off all connections with them. "Why do you want me to be part of a family that caused me so much pain? Why?" Andrew couldn't hold back his tears anymore and started crying. "Andrew, I'm sorry for all the troubles you and your mom went through. I know I can't change the hurtful past, but I promise you that you can overcome all the pain and rise above it."
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The End
At the heart of the capital, where the Core Plaza had once been reduced to a crater during Ayra’s siege, a new monument now stood. Twelve statues circled the base, in the ash-stone and bonded with traces of the Ashcore’s living light. Each bore the likeness of one of the fallen. Taylor, Sean, Chuks, Leon, Elsa, Zahara, Isaura, Cassiel and three others. At the very center of the monument, beneath a spire of forged Eden alloy repurposed from Havenborn's original wing, stood two larger statues—Hannah and Andrew, holding hands. Between them, a smaller third statue: a young child, arms raised toward the future. Despite all they'd lost, the city was alive. Wind passed through the plaza quietly. It wasn’t just a place for mourning anymore. It was a place where laughter echoed too—children ran between the statues, playing tag. Vendors lined the edge with food carts, and families gathered in the late afternoon sun. On a low bench facing the monument sat Fredrick. His beard was grayer now,
No More Ashbloods In Captivity
Two months had passed since Ayra fell and the treaty was signed. The wounds hadn’t all healed. But for the first time in years, the Ashbloods could breathe without looking over their shoulders. And now, at the highest peak of the rebuilt city, the Havenborn stood ready. It pulsed with renewed energy, reoutfitted with salvaged Eden cloaking tech, Ashcore fusion rails, and the signature geometric flame crest Andrew had carved himself—two hands holding fire. The boarding platform hissed open. Andrew stepped into the command bridge wearing a fitted black field jacket with silver trim and no rank insignia. His hair had been trimmed, his beard neater, but his face—older. The crew waited in silence. Elsa at her pilot seat, gloves tugged tight. Zahara behind her at engineering, half a torque wrench tucked in her belt. Isaura at navigation, feeding orbital scans into the side display. Fredrick checked the launch clamps while Chuks stood with his arms crossed, impatient as always.
Happy Married Life
**********The rebuilt temple hall stood radiant under the starlit dome of the Ashblood city. Its high archways shimmered with vines of living crystal, glowing faintly in hues of amber and white.Wind stirred through the ivy-wrapped towers overhead. This was a union not just of two hearts, but of bloodlines that had once been hunted, hidden, and feared.Rows of Ashblood citizens and human guests filled the marble aisles. The Twelve—each wearing ceremonial dark silver tunics stitched with the insignia of the Ashcore—stood as silent guards and family alike. Zahara leaned heavily on Chuks’ arm. Fredrick had one arm bandaged, but stood tall. Isaura, Elsa, and Leon were dressed in light gray formalwear,.And at the center, between tall stone flame-spires and under a canopy of woven crystal branches, stood Andrew.He had never worn white before.But today, he did.His white curls had been tied back loosely, and his formal tunic was embroidered with the symbols of unity—Ashcore on one side,
Will You Marry Me?
The broken skyline framed the sun’s descent like a jagged crown. Across the cratered ruins of what had been the Ashblood capital, figures moved slowly—wounded, limping, supporting each other.The dead had been gathered as hundreds of dead bodies were present, Elders, Children and Warriors.A long field had been cleared at the southern base of the city, now filled with rows of bodies wrapped in white ashcloth, their names etched into scorched slate placed at each head. Engineers had rebuilt a single platform in the center—a stage made of black stone and white flame.The city gathered, but Ashbloods and humans the remaining survivors.The Twelve stood in the front, silent, most with injuries still healing. Zahara leaned on a cane. Chuka’s right arm was in a sling. Cassiel still bore dried blood on his collar. Leon hadn’t said a word in hours.And at the heart of them all stood Andrew.He held Sol in one arm—his infant son quiet, his face turned toward the wind.Hannah stood beside him,
The Birth Of A Child
Andrew knelt in the rubble, shoulders hunched, head bowed, silent.Around him, molten ash and crumbling stone lifted into the air, swirling in a slow orbit. His tears hissed as they struck the heat-warped ground.Hannah’s body lay limp a few feet away. Blood seeped into the soil. The life was gone from her eyes.A breath escaped his throat—ragged, primal.Then the scream tore free.“ARRRRGHHHHH!” The ashstorm exploded outward.Reign took a step back, raising a shield instinctively. “Restrain him!”But the Sentinex soldiers were already screaming. Their weapons melted in their hands. The Eden operatives tried to retreat, but the ash caught them mid-motion—wrapping their limbs, invading their mouths and throats.Miriam was the first to die. She aimed a sonic pulse cannon at Andrew—only for the ash to surge through the barrel and reverse it.The weapon exploded in her hands, incinerating her torso.“NO—” Vincent tried to run.Andrew turned toward him—slow, deliberate.White flame seared
My Baby! My Child! They Can't Be Dead!
Ayra's body was gone—vaporized. The people of the Ashblood city lay broken, bleeding, exhausted.Andrew stood with cracked skin and barely a breath left in him. His feet trembled as he leaned against a half-shattered pillar. Hannah stood only a few feet away, supporting herself with one hand on her lower belly, the other reaching for him.Then— they could hear footsteps boots crunching across blackened stone.Andrew blinked through the haze as Reign stepped through the smoke.At first, Andrew felt only relief. “Reign… Ayra’s gone. We did it.”But Reign didn’t smile. His eyes didn’t soften. He kept walking—until he stood in front of Andrew.And then he said quietly, almost gently:“You always were so easy to manipulate.”Andrew’s heart dropped. “What…?”The sky turned dark again as Sentinex drop-pods pierced the clouds, followed by the dark glint of Eden armorsuits marching behind them.Andrew turned—too slowly.“This… isn’t happening... again”Hannah’s eyes widened. “Andrew?”Before
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