I wake up
eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I noticed was the cold. Not the wind, not the rain, not the big scorched ground from the crash.
I was contained in black cot, huvering above the ground.
The word "hospital" didn't cross his mind. Nothing about this was familiar.
Somewhere nearby, a scanner beeped. A soft rhythmic tone, like a heartbeat. I tried to move my hand, but the field resisted just enough to make me flinch.
"He's awake.
The voice was calm. Quiet. Controlled. Not from the scanner.
From someone behind a window. I tried to focus, but my head throbbed. The world felt… wrong. Every shadow seemed to stretch. Every surface shimmered faintly.
My throat worked, but no words came out.
The dark figure stepped closer a woman in a dark uniform wearing a glasses, light deflected against my eyes. She carried herself with the discipline of someone trained to notice the slightest resonance shift. Her gaze was sharp, and for a heartbeat, the room felt too small.
"Name?" she asked.Calmly.
I shook my head. Words were distant. Memory, fractured. I couldn't remember my own name,not even the slightest let alone the missions, the battles, the promise , but it wouldn't surface.
I blinked. "I… don't know."
The scanner beeped again, louder this time. I felt a ripple in my chest, deep inside me. Something instinctive. Something dangerous.
The woman noticed it instantly. Her pupils narrowed, and her hands twitched. She didn't speak. She froze as the air around us thickened.
I tried to sit up, testing my limbs, testing mimself. Muscle memory worked. Reflexes worked. Combat instinct surged, and yet, nothing of his memory returned. Not the crash. Not the journey. Not the promise he had made fifteen years ago. Nothing like my memoy from the past simply didn't exist.
The restraint field pulsed,not
aggressively, but insistently.
A door hissed open down the hall. Two figures stepped in, cautiously. They weren't armed, not fully. One of them shorter, nimble kept scanning him with bright, sharp eyes. The other clutched a device that flickered in the dim light, beeping intermittently.
"You're awake, the smaller one said, relief threading the words, though carefully restrained.
My stomach twisted. I didn't know why.
The woman in uniform stepped closer. Her eyes lingered on me, tracing lines he didn't recognize. The scanner's beeping synced with her gaze, as if they were reading the same hidden frequency.
My head spun. Something in the co"You're… here," the woman finally said. Low. Controlled. No emotion, but the weight behind it broke through. "You shouldn't be.
I tried to speak. My voice caught. As I muttered I.. don't understand."
She didn't answer. She just stepped back, letting the scanner read him again, letting the cot hum beneath me. Her eyes narrowed. I could feel her thinking, calculating. Measuring me.
Outside the reinforced window, the pulse of the city or maybe the Union facility shifted. Alarms sounded in the distance, quiet but deliberate. Every monitor in the room blinked. Shard started spawning.My presence presence was no longer invisible.
I looked down ln my hands. They were trembling, not from fear, not from weakness, but from something deeper. Something buried.
The woman's eyes widened, just slightly, and her hand twitched again toward her side. She was a Union commander. She was trained to notice resonances, to anticipate disasters, to react before the world noticed. And in that moment, she knew.
The cot pulsed one final time. The scanner screamed. Lights flickered across the ceiling, glass chatter. Outside, alarms echoed through the Union facility, soft at first, then louder.
I looked around. Confused. Frightened. Hungry for answers I couldn't name.
I didn't do anything, I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.
The woman behind the window turned slightly, her gaze still fixed on me, voice low and dangerous.
And with that, the room seemed smaller, the air heavier, and the world outside, larger and far more dangerous than they could imagine.
Alarms started ring, "Pulse Zone started reappearing, Shards started spawning, the guard's outside went to position armed with advanced weapon's for dealing with low to mid level Shards. While the commander take orders.
The door clung shut,
The room was quiet, empty I stood there alone.
But, Amends all the chaos outside,
The door open quietly, an unknown figure walk in. It was white haired women, with glasses in a instructor uniform.
She looks at me like someone checking if a ghost deserves to exist.
"Still breathing… figures.She said
"Qyra.....?, I replied
That, Name came out sudden.
Qyra, She closes the door behind her, slow, deliberate.The room went for a moment.
I watches her like she's some threat I dont want to name.
…You're not a medic. I said
A pause. Just enough to sting.
Then Qyra Said..No
"Then why does it feel like I'm the one being examined? I said
Because you always hated being helpless.Qyra replied calmly.
…Do I know you? I ask
Silence. Heavy. Earned.
"You did. She replied
"And now? I replied
Qyra looks at the restraints. The machines. The broken hero in the bed.
"Now you're someone the world buried.She replied
"I said your name earlier.
"She Nodded.
"Yes.
"I don't remember why I know it.
"Our eyes finally meet.
"That's worse than forgetting me.She said
She looks away.
"Then tell me who you are.I replied
She didn't answer right away.
"When you're strong enough to stand, I will.She replied calmly.
She turns to live.
…Qyra. I replied
She stops.She doesn't turn back.
"Did I break something important?
I ask.
Qyra Replied,..Yes,.
The door closes.
As Qyra walk away.
I stayed on the gurney, head tilted toward the closed door, the weight of her words pressing down like gravity. To my chest For the first time in fifteen years, I felt seen and it scared me more than any Invader ever could.
Then, My suddenly instinct kicked in. I tried to push myself up. The energy held me firm, but the attempt made the harmonic lines ripple across the cot. My Void flickered, faint, like a spark in the dark.
My hands shook not from weakness, but from frustration. The memories weren't there. Only the name and the feeling remained. Qyra.
I whispered it under my breath, again and again.
"Qyra!… Qyra!… Qyra!..I shouted
Qyra heard him, Loud and clear,but choose not turn back.
I calmed down, A mixture of longing, fear, and unfinished business surge.
And for the first time, I realized something:
Even if the world had moved on without me, she hadn't forgotten me.
I didn't call her back. I didn't move the cot. I just stayed there, letting the echo of my presence linger, feeling the pulse of something dangerous both inside me.
I lifted my head, leaning toward the observation window. The scanner lights blinked faster now, as if the room itself knew he was stirring. Somewhere beyond the reinforced glass, movements shifted silent, deliberate, watching.
A low alert sounded from down the hall. Not loud, but precise. Every instrument began to spike. I felt it deep inside, a resonance that didn't come from me.
My chest tightened.I couldn't tell why, But I was no longer alone, and someone or something had been waiting for me.
The room's lights flickered one last time. And somewhere deep inside, I realized the moment Qyra had left, the world itself had begun to shift.
The I already realized, someone or something dangerous is already anticipating my arrival.
They were already watching.