"Some meetings are not about understanding — but remembering something your soul never forgot."
A World Beyond Thought
There was no sky.
No time.
No body.
Just silence.
A stillness so deep, even their breath was gone.
Ameira.
Rudren.
Vikran.
Each floated in a separate void — but something connected them still. A thread beneath all things. Not seen. Not heard. Just… there.
And then, from the edge of that formless space…
They arrived.
Ameira — The Pale Presence
Before her, the mist gathered.
At first, it was only movement — swirling air and floating light.
Then it took shape.
A great dragon, white and endless, as if made of starlight and cloud, gazed into her with eyes ancient and unknowable.
It did not speak.
It only watched.
Ameira could not move. Not because of fear — but because every part of her felt exposed.
She lowered her head, unsure why.
The dragon leaned closer. Its breath did not warm or chill — it simply existed.
Their eyes met.
And in that moment, a feeling surged through her:
A deep quiet.
A grief she didn't understand.
A peace that made her throat tighten.
Her hand reached up slowly.
The dragon didn't move.
She didn't touch it — but the distance between them hummed.
A tremor. A pull.
And then, light swirled around her chest — not from outside, but from within.
Rudren — Fire in the Silence
Rudren floated in dark heat.
But it didn't burn.
It pulsed — like molten breath behind thick skin.
Then he saw it.
A dragon of shadow and fire, horned and massive, stepped from the dark like a moving mountain. Its eyes were not angry. They were deep. Watching.
It didn't roar.
It didn't threaten.
It simply stood.
Rudren tried to speak — but no sound came.
He looked into the beast's face and found… not judgment, but recognition.
He didn't understand it.
But he felt it — like standing in front of something that saw him entirely, without needing an explanation.
The dragon's chest glowed faintly.
A line of red flickered across its body — then stopped. Waiting.
Rudren stepped closer, hesitant.
No answers.
No voice.
Just pressure.
And in that pressure: something opened inside him — like an ember finally breathing.
Vikran — The Light That Waited
In Vikran's void, nothing moved.
He thought he was alone — until he saw the gold.
Not blinding. Not loud.
Just a soft, steady glow, like morning light through fog.
From it stepped a lion — vast, luminous, woven from gold and dust. Its mane shimmered in slow waves.
It did not growl.
It did not bow.
It simply looked at him.
Vikran didn't ask why it was there.
He couldn't.
He just stared — and something behind his ribs ached.
The lion stepped closer.
It didn't touch him.
It didn't offer warmth.
But its gaze made the space between them feel sacred.
And from deep within Vikran's chest, something rose:
Not words. Not memory.
Just a surge of belonging — painful and gentle.
He closed his eyes, and for the first time in his life, he allowed himself to be seen.
The Unspoken Bond
No lessons were given.
No truths explained.
No names shared.
But in that timeless void, something deeper than language was exchanged:
• A breath.
• A recognition.
• A beginning.
Not of power.
Not of destiny.
But of a bond waiting in silence for too long.
They didn't awaken.
But they would never be the same again.
End of Volume 1
The world would pull them back soon.
To waking.
To questions.
To the lives they left behind.
But this meeting — wordless, powerful, eternal — was now carved into their souls.
They were no longer just themselves.
They were connected.
And the road ahead had begun.
To be AWAKEN in volume 2