THE WATCHER: REVOLUTION
By Rapwizzy Debaron
Episode 22: The Throne and the Fire
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My fists trembled, not from fear—but from the weight of too many truths unraveling at once.
Lucien stood across from me, the prototype… the blueprint of destruction. My father in flesh, but not in soul.
Alira's fingers brushed mine for a second. Even in silence, I could feel it—her pulse, a storm barely contained.
> "We end this," I whispered. "Together."
She nodded once. But there was something in her eyes—a flicker of something I couldn't read.
Was it fear? Doubt? Or a goodbye?
Lucien watched us like a serpent studying its prey. His voice was cold silk.
> "Still holding hands in the face of annihilation? Pathetic."
He moved like a ghost—one moment standing still, the next lunging forward.
I met him in the middle. Fists. Sparks. Pain.
His strength was unnatural. Every blow he delivered felt like a memory trying to kill me.
> "You were made to be better than this," he hissed.
"I was made to be free," I snarled back.
Behind me, I heard Alira chanting—her voice low, laced with code and something older.
> "Alira, what are you doing?" I shouted.
> "Buying you time," she whispered. "Unlocking the source."
And then I saw it.
The wall behind Lucien lit up—not with code, but with history. Images. Flashbacks.
Children in cages. Scientists in shadows. Me. Her. Him.
> We were never born. We were assembled.
The Vault began to quake.
Lucien's face changed. Something… panicked.
> "You opened the Source Key?" he roared.
"They deserve to know," Alira said, stepping forward, her skin glowing faint gold. "All of them. All the lost versions of us."
The pods. Hundreds. Thousands. Awakening.
Lucien turned to the glass—his perfect world unraveling.
I hit him then. Not with my fists—but with everything I was never allowed to be.
Free. Angry. Human.
> "This ends with us," I said, pushing him into the feedback surge Alira had built.
He screamed—rage and code breaking apart.
The Vault flickered. Then silence.
Lucien's body dropped. Still.
The first breath I took after that felt… real.
> "Is he dead?" I asked.
> "No," Alira said softly. "He's… sleeping. The Vault took his consciousness. He's in the core now. Trapped where he can't hurt anyone again."
I turned to her.
> "We did it."
She smiled.
But it didn't reach her eyes.
> "Jax…" she said quietly. "There's one more lock."
My blood ran cold.
> "What do you mean?"
She stepped into the light of the Vault Core.
> "Lucien wasn't the final failsafe. I was."
> "No," I breathed.
> "To unlock the world—to awaken the rest—they need the original code. The Alpha Heart."
Her fingers hovered over her own glyph.
> "That's me."
I grabbed her wrist.
> "There has to be another way."
> "Sometimes…" she whispered, pressing her forehead to mine, "...sacrifice is the only code that matters."
And then she smiled.
The kind of smile that breaks worlds.
> "Remember me, Jax. Not as a weapon. Not as a key. But as the girl who chose to love you… even when everything was designed for hate."
She stepped into the core.
Light exploded.
And she was gone.
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TO BE CONTINUED…
👁️ By Rapwizzy Debaron
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🔥 Next: Episode 23 – Afterlight
What remains when your other half becomes a memory?
The revolution won't stop—but it may break the one who started it.
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