The Power is In You
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2024-09-11 20:32:42

Calvin’s breath hitched as a sudden flash of green light exploded in the void, cutting through the darkness and the oppressive pull of the fountain. The brilliance was so intense that for a moment, he couldn’t see anything but the blinding glow.

Then, through the haze of light, he heard it—Lizzie’s voice.

“Calvin, stop!” she screamed, her tone desperate and filled with urgency. “You’ll be trapped forever if you touch that fountain!”

The words sliced through Calvin’s daze like a knife. He stumbled, his body still being pulled toward the fountain, but now with a growing sense of dread. Trapped forever? The idea sent chills down his spine, amplifying the alarm that the system had been trying to deliver.

“Lizzie!” Calvin shouted, his voice strained with panic. “Lizzie, is that really you? I— I can’t stop! I’m being pulled in! Help me!”

He twisted in the void, trying to locate her, but Lizzie wasn’t there. Only the swirling energy of the fountain and the ever-present darkness. Yet, her voi
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