The Legacy of Mr. Eflok

"When you wake up, the memories inside you will guide you to what must be done in the near future," Yuj had whispered, his voice lingering like a haunting melody in Leegna's mind. "As the one who leaps, you will use both of those gifts..."

The shrill sound of the alarm ripped through the silence, jolting Leegna awake. His heart pounded as sweat clung to his skin. It felt like just another nightmare, the kind he'd been trapped in for years. He rushed to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face, trying to shake off the fear that still gripped him. But then... he paused.

The old wooden floor creaked beneath his bare feet as he returned to his room, pacing. Dim light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. His mind raced with fragments of last night's vision—shadowy figures, whispers, and strange sensations that felt all too real. His eyes fell on the small, unassuming box sitting on his desk.

The box that had belonged to his father.

Leegna hesitated, the weight of years spent training and searching for answers pressing down on him. His hand hovered over the box before finally lifting the lid. Inside, cushioned in dark velvet, was the ring—his father's ring. A simple silver band, etched with ancient runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and suddenly, the memories hit him like a tidal wave—Yuj's visit, the strange warmth, the sense that something monumental was about to unfold. This wasn't just a bad dream. This was the beginning of something far bigger. The first leap was bound to happen.

Twenty Years Ago

Leegna, barely three years old, held his father's hand tightly. Mr. Eflok's face was a mixture of determination and sadness. He knelt down to his son's level, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Keep this ring safe, Lee," Mr. Eflok said, his eyes filled with emotion. "It holds a power that will protect you. No matter what happens... never lose hope."

The night was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that suffocates. Little Leegna's small fingers brushed against the cool metal of the ring his father had just placed in his hand.

"But where are you going?" Leegna asked, his voice small and afraid.

Mrs. Eflok knelt beside him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "We'll be back soon, sweetheart," she said softly. "We just have to take care of something."

Leegna watched as his parents left, their car disappearing into the night. A shadowy figure loomed in the distance, unseen, watching them depart. Minutes later, the silence was shattered by the distant roar of a crash.

Alone on the road, clutching the ring, Leegna sat surrounded by chaos. The sounds of sirens wailed in the distance, but to him, it was all a blur. His small body trembled as he tried to make sense of the destruction. His parents were gone.

Two Weeks Before the Accident

Mr. Eflok sat in his dimly lit study, his hands trembling as he unfolded the strange letter that had appeared on his desk. The wax seal, bearing an unfamiliar crest, was already broken. He had read the letter a hundred times, and each time, the words brought the same terror.

"An accident will occur tonight. It is unavoidable. Protect the child at all costs."

His heart raced as he crumpled the letter, shoving it into the hidden drawer of his desk. He glanced at Leegna, playing innocently on the floor, unaware of the danger that lurked. Mr. Eflok knew he couldn't tell his wife. If anyone discovered the truth, Leegna's life would be in even greater danger. He had to protect his son, no matter the cost.

But despite all his precautions, fate moved faster than Mr. Eflok could. The accident happened, just as the letter had warned. And though the chaos seemed to strip Leegna of everything he had known, there was still a glimmer of hope, faint but present, hidden in the darkness of that night.

Later, as Leegna sat alone, clutching the ring tightly in his small hand, a light appeared on the horizon.

There is always more to one's arrival... just as there is to one's disappearance.

And as long as the sun continues to rise, so too does hope.