Day 9: Awakening Begins

Sally was walking back home after school.
Everywhere she went, she heard people talking about the video from the news.
It was the topic of the moment.
It had even reached international media.
No government had released a statement.

“So… it was true that the government was hiding magic?” she thought.
She let out a dry laugh.
“Hahahahaha… greedy bastards.”

She took out her phone and entered the group.
Everyone was online, waiting for the message from the creator of Bastard Society.

A new post appeared.

“Hello, everyone.”
“It’s a pleasure to have you all here.”
“My name is Said.”
“The reason why I made yesterday’s post is magic.”
“As you’ve seen ever since this group was created, the information we’ve shared here has shown the connection between energy and living beings.”
“What you saw yesterday on the news is proof that we’re beginning to awaken.”

Sally felt a chill run down her spine.

“Until now, we knew that energy could manifest through astral projection or death.”
“But what happened yesterday proves that it can be used in a state of consciousness.”
“Also… all of you saw that light that covered everything.”

The words made Sally remember, for an instant, her body riddled with bullet wounds… and the light enveloping everything.

“It’s no coincidence that you’re here.”
“Maybe you only remember that light and things that don’t fit together… but later, they will.”
“I do remember something before that light.”
“I remember this group. Each one of its members.”
“I know you all very well.”

Sally felt a knot in her chest.

“I can’t reveal more.”
“The masks you’re all wearing will eventually fall.”
“That’s why Bastard Society exists.”
“To support each other, to share, and to discover ourselves.”
“To be who we truly are.”
“Only a few like us remember that light… and those blurry memories that don’t make sense.”
“That is what connects us to magic.”
“Try to remember. Manipulate the energy. And save yourselves.”
“I am Said, and it’s a pleasure to welcome you to Bastard Society.”

The chat exploded.
All the members began introducing themselves, one after another.

Names appeared one after another, nonstop:

“I’m José, nice to meet you.”
“My name is Luis, pleased to meet you.”
“Hello, I’m Hana.”
“M-my name is Mateo.”
“I’m Rika, I hope we can all get along.”
“Hey, I’m Kenji.”
“I’m Lucía.”
“Present, my name is Akira.”
“I’m Vale.”
“Hi, I’m Bruno.”
“My name is Arisa.”

The list seemed endless.
Many confessed they believed that memory was fake.

Sally introduced herself as well and put her phone away.
She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket.
She crossed the street.

That message would change the course of the world.