As Aryan stood open his eyes he fells it's back feel stones and sands which was rough and damp, worn smooth by centuries of wind and rain. He blinked against the pale haze creeping through the cracked ceiling of the ancient temple. Silence wrapped the air—too perfect, too absolute. It wasn't peaceful. It was a warning.
He sat up slowly, rubbing the side of his temple where a dull throb pulsed, like a memory trying to claw its way back. His senses felt unusually alert. The birds weren't chirping. The trees weren't rustling. Even the insects had gone quiet.
Something was wrong.
Not just around him, but within him. A twitch beneath his skin, a heaviness behind his eyes—it was like the fabric of time around him was pulled taut, waiting to snap.
He rose to his feet and stepped toward the center of the ruin. The old temple's stones were etched with carvings, worn nearly flat by age. Here was where it had happened—the awakening. And though he didn't fully understand it, the power was still humming inside him.
A flicker of movement. Instinct screamed.
Time froze.
Wind halted. A falling leaf hovered midair. A pebble, launched from the shadows, froze inches from his chest.
Aryan calmly stepped aside, blinked, and let time resume.
Crack.
The pebble shattered on the stone wall behind him.
Another attack came. Sharper. From behind.
Again, he froze time, repositioned, and let it pass. The strike missed. Aryan's breathing stayed calm, but his eyes darted, scanning the ruins.
Again. And again.
Five times.
Every time, he dodged the attack not with reflex, but by slipping forward in time itself.
And then came the voice.
"You're not just fast," a calm, amused voice echoed from the shadows, "You're ahead of the world itself."
A tall man stepped from behind a crumbled pillar, dressed in dark combat clothes. His posture was relaxed, his silver earpiece blinking faintly.
"I had to be sure," the man said. "Most people, they flinch. You rewrote the outcome. Impressive."
Aryan remained silent, eyes narrowed. as he feels uncertain and heavy that something going to happen bad and now this ,
"I'm not your enemy," the man said, hands raised. "My name is Kent. And you, kid, just joined a very complicated world."
Aryan didn't relax. His body stayed tense, ready.
Kent chuckled. "No need to kill me just yet. Let's talk."
He gestured toward a low stone where ivy had grown over a shattered carving. Aryan didn't move, but he didn't attack either.
Kent sat down on the stone casually. "Let me tell you about the Sentinel Order. And why you just became very important to it."
Point of View: Aryan
Kent leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, his voice smooth but edged with something older than his appearance.
"The world's getting louder. Not the cities or the machines... but the underneath. The strange. The unnatural. You've seen it now, haven't you?"
Aryan didn't speak. His breathing was calm, but his eyes—dark and unreadable—studied Kent's every movement.
"We're part of something called the Sentinel Order. Global, but invisible. We don't wear capes. We don't flash on TV. We prevent extinction-level events—things your average government isn't equipped to even believe in."
He gave a half-smile, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve.
"Monster outbreaks. Rifts in time. Ancient powers waking up where they shouldn't. And now..." —he gestured around— "a kid from nowhere just manipulated space like it was his pet string. That's not something we can ignore."
Aryan finally broke his silence.
"I don't understand what it is that you are trying to say
Kent's smile softened. "Neither did I."
A gust of wind finally stirred through the temple ruins, rustling the vines. Aryan sat down, across from him—still alert, but listening.
Kent's voice lowered.
"You're an Awakener. That's what we call people like you—those who suddenly inherit, tap into, or awaken forces that don't belong in normal reality. thunder, fire, water, speed etc . We've seen hundreds, but none quite like yours."
"You think I'm space-related," Aryan said bluntly.
Kent raised a brow. "I saw the shifts—how you kept slipping. My first guess was space-warping. But your anchor points didn't ripple like that. And when you vanished for the fifth time, I realized... You weren't moving through space. You were dancing ahead of consequences. it feels like it was Time, not space." but i am not sure
He whistled softly. "Damn terrifying if you learn to use it right."
Aryan's eyes dropped to the ground, lost in thought. "I don't understand it myself."
"You don't need to. Yet."
There was a long silence between them. Kent finally broke it.
"Look. You've got two choices. One, walk away. Go back to a normal life... pretend the shadows don't exist. You'll live a lie, sure. But maybe you'll stay safe... until someone or something stronger finds you first."
"And two?" Aryan asked.
"Two, you come with me. You train. You learn. You join the Order. We give you tools. A place. A purpose. And yeah—it's dangerous. You'll see things that'll keep you up at night. But you'll know the truth. And you'll make a difference."
Kent leaned back again, giving him space.
"We're not heroes, Aryan. We're shields. Silent ones. But we don't have enough of us anymore. We need people who can bend reality... like you."
Aryan stood, pacing a bit, his hands in his jacket pockets. His voice came out quietly. and seriously thinking that he should do at earlier when echo appeared he feel helplessness but now there is an oppurtunity to become strong and protect its loved one and to make diffrence from the future he has seen and to make it he has to be that powerful .
"I need time. Three days. I want to tell my parents. I want... I want to be with them. Just for a bit."
Kent didn't flinch. "You've got it."
Aryan looked at him, eyes sharper now.
"You won't watch me. Spy?"
Kent laughed. "Too late for that. But no—we'll give you space. Consider this your recruitment window."
Aryan nodded once.
Kent stood too, and the mood lightened slightly. He glanced toward the old temple's corner.
"I'll let you collect your stuff. we will meet again here in three days"
Kent started to walk away, voice casual again.
"Three days, Aryan. After that, I'll be back.
He gave a lazy salute without looking back and disappeared into the trees beyond the temple.
Aryan stood still for a long time.
The wind whispered through the stone.
The silence ticked again.
And the clock had started.