Kevin had faced banshees in potion class, duels with overconfident vampires, and even a sentient cauldron explosion — but nothing, nothing, prepared him for this.
He stood frozen in the dorm hallway, staring at the brass nameplate on the door. Room 317 — Kevin Stone / Derek Stone. He blinked. Then blinked again. "No. No, no, no, this has to be a mistake."
Behind him, Nia peeked over his shoulder, a mischievous grin already spreading across her face.
"Oh, this is delicious."
Kevin turned, panicked. "They put him in my room!". Nia smirked. "Lucky you. He's gorgeous."
"He's dangerous!" Kevin hissed. "He made half the courtyard faint just by existing!". "Yeah," she said, eyes twinkling, "and he's your new roommate. Try not to explode."
Before Kevin could respond, the door opened from the inside. There stood Derek, leaning casually against the frame, silver hair catching the light, one brow raised.
"Talking about me already?"
Kevin's heart nearly stopped. "You—You're here?"
Derek's smile deepened, low and amused. "Apparently. Looks like fate really does enjoy a good joke." Kevin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "There has to be another room—"
"Too late," Derek interrupted smoothly, stepping aside. "I've already unpacked."
Kevin peeked inside — and sure enough, half the room was transformed. His once-cozy dorm now shimmered with faint traces of runic energy, shadows curling in elegant patterns across the floor. The air was warm, charged, alive.
Derek's side was neat but intimidating a single black trunk, an open spellbook that whispered in a forgotten tongue, and a silver orb hovering silently near the window.
Kevin groaned inwardly. "This is going to be a long year."
🌌 Midnight Pulse
The night in Velmora was never truly dark. The twin moons bathed the academy in silver light, and the stars hummed faintly — as if singing to the sleeping city.
Kevin tossed restlessly in bed. His pendant glowed faintly against his chest, reacting to something unseen. Across the room, Derek sat at his desk, reading by the dim flame of a candle that didn't burn — it hovered, alive with its own strange consciousness.
Neither spoke. The silence between them was thick, humming with energy neither wanted to acknowledge.
Then—The candle flickered. Once. Twice. The air shifted.
A ripple of unseen power burst from Derek's body soft at first, then violent. Books lifted from the shelves. The curtains twisted midair. The desk trembled, pens and charms floating, caught in the pull of his aura.
Kevin shot upright. "Derek!"
Derek's head snapped up, golden eyes wide and unfocused — like someone caught between worlds. His breath came shallow. The six sigils of his bloodlines flickered across his skin in faint light: wolf, flame, fang, scale, wing, and rune. The room spun in chaos.
Kevin scrambled out of bed, his pendant blazing. He reached for Derek's shoulder — and the moment his fingers brushed his skin. The world shattered.
🔮 The Shared Dream
Kevin stood in a field of fire and shadow again. But this time, he wasn't alone. Across from him, Derek stood barefoot on cracked stone, eyes wide in disbelief.
They both looked down their hands still glowing from where they'd touched.
The world around them was the same as Kevin's recurring dream the stars collapsing, towers falling, the air humming with a deep, sorrowful magic.
But now… they could see each other. "You," Kevin breathed. "You're—". "The what you keep dreaming about?" Derek said softly, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. "Apparently."
Kevin's heart pounded. "This isn't real. It can't be." "Then why does it feel like we've done this before?". Kevin hesitated. "Because… maybe we have."
A gust of wind swept through the burning field, carrying whispers fragments of ancient voices.
Eternal One.
Forbidden Child.
Remember.
The sky cracked open above them, and for a heartbeat, Kevin saw himself reflected in Derek's eyes — not as he was, but as something ancient, cloaked in starlight.
Derek's voice came out rough, strained.
"I think we knew each other… before this life."
Kevin reached out. "Before we were born?". Derek's hand trembled as it brushed his. "Before the world forgot."
The ground split between them. Light surged. The dream shattered.
🌠 The Awakening
Kevin gasped and shot upright — back in his bed, drenched in sweat. The room was still a mess: furniture levitating inches off the floor, papers swirling slowly in the air like snow. Across from him, Derek was awake too, golden eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
They stared at each other, breathless.
"You saw it too," Kevin whispered. Derek nodded slowly, voice husky. "Yeah." For a long moment, neither spoke. The room was still suspended caught between dream and waking until, gradually, the floating objects sank back to earth with soft thuds.
Kevin's pendant dimmed, returning to silence. Derek leaned back against his bedpost, exhaling sharply.
"Well," he said finally, smirking faintly. "That's one way to bond with your. roommate." Kevin groaned, dragging a pillow over his face. "This is a nightmare."
"Maybe," Derek murmured, lying back with his hands behind his head. "Or maybe it's a memory."
Outside, the moons drifted across the sky and somewhere, deep beneath Velmora, the ancient seals flickered.
The world was remembering.