Echoes Of Tomorrow

I never asked to see the futures that could be. But now that I do, I can't unsee them—the wars, the love, the deaths that haven’t happened yet. Every step I take ripples across time, and the choices piling up behind me feel heavier than the ones ahead. The Council says I’m a weapon. The Resistance says I’m their last hope. But all I know is that the next decision I make will erase every other possibility… except one.

Echoes Of Tomorrow

I never asked to see the futures that could be. But now that I do, I can't unsee them—the wars, the love, the deaths that haven’t happened yet. Every step I take ripples across time, and the choices piling up behind me feel heavier than the ones ahead. The Council says I’m a weapon. The Resistance says I’m their last hope. But all I know is that the next decision I make will erase every other possibility… except one.

My hands won’t stop shaking. The vision just hit me like a freight train—me, standing over Kael’s body, blood pooling beneath his head, his eyes wide with betrayal. It hasn’t happened yet. But it will. Unless I change something. Now.

I’m crouched behind a rusted coolant pipe in Sector Nine, the air thick with ozone and fear. Above me, the city hums with predictive algorithms correcting traffic flows, rerouting lives before accidents happen. But they can’t predict this. Because this isn’t supposed to happen.

Kael trusts me. He doesn’t know I saw him die by my hand. He doesn’t know I’ve already failed.

Footsteps echo down the corridor. Heavy. Armored. They’re coming for us both. I have seconds to decide: do I warn him and risk altering the future in ways I can’t foresee? Do I run and try to escape the path laid out in my mind? Or do I confront the inevitability head-on—and test whether a vision is truly destiny?