- A Necessary Help -
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Samuel once again heard a soft voice calling him, and as he opened his eyes, he found himself back in his room.
"What? My bed? How did I end up here?" he asked himself, confused.
The door suddenly opened, and a radiant light filled the room.
— I see you're slowly beginning to understand your purpose, aren't you? — the light spoke gently. — Thanks to you, a new light was able to rise again. I was amazed by your words, which brought peace and essence to that forgotten soul — something he truly deserved.
— I want you to stay on this path, bringing light to those who have lost it. And as thanks for saving that forgotten one, I'll give you something that will help you through your entire journey.
Suddenly, a silvery, bright light appeared in the air, slowly floating until it rested in Samuel's hands. The energy pulsed as if it had a life of its own, warming his skin as he held it. As his fingers closed around the glow, the light was absorbed into the palm of his hand, disappearing completely.
Samuel stared at his hand, perplexed.
— What is this?
The serene voice replied, filled with wisdom:
— It's not just living beings that were forgotten or lost. Objects, memories, dreams... Everything left behind can also be brought back by you.
Samuel looked at his hands, still feeling the warmth left by the light.
— So, I can bring back what was forgotten? — he asked, trying to grasp the depth of those words.
— Yes. With this power, you can give new life to things the world forgot. These objects, although inanimate, will carry the essence of being remembered by you. And for them, that's as valuable as life itself.
The voice paused for a moment before continuing:
— And to make sure they're always within your reach, you'll be able to store them in a special space — an extension of your own will. It will be like a backpack, but not an ordinary one. This space will exist to store what you rescue from forgetfulness, and the objects will always be ready to be used, as long as you call them to mind.
Samuel frowned, absorbing those words.
— So, even lifeless things... can feel remembered?
— Yes. To forgetfulness, there's no difference between the living and the inanimate. Everything that's been forgotten feels the same loneliness, the same emptiness. And you, Samuel, are the bridge that can rescue those parts of the world and bring them back to existence.
He took a deep breath, realizing the weight of that responsibility. It wasn't just a power — it was a calling.
— I understand. — he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. He could feel something different inside — a connection to what was forgotten, pulsing gently, like a distant echo waiting to be heard.
— You saw what happened yesterday... Can you tell me if Alex is okay? — Samuel asked.
— Alex? No, I'm sorry.
Samuel lowered his head, confirming what he feared. The light, noticing his concern, continued:
— I don't have the power to do what you do. But know this: choosing you wasn't a mistake. I didn't choose without purpose. I know it's a hard and exhausting task, but I'm sure this path is better than the life you once had. I don't want you to forget it, but to keep moving forward.
— When you feel like giving up or feel down, remember how much everyone depends on you — your family, your friends, even those who are gone. Because only you have the strength to defeat forgetfulness.
— I know everything has been confusing from the beginning, but soon everything will make sense. Now I must go. Never forget: you are our hero.
The light vanished before Samuel.
— A hero, huh? If that's my destiny, I'll do what the light asked. I'll fight for it. Thank you, light, for this chance.
Samuel gave a brief look around the room. Every detail seemed familiar and, at the same time, distant — like a lost memory softly returning. He sighed deeply, a mix of nostalgia and melancholy filling his thoughts.
— I missed this... — he murmured to himself, letting his gaze wander around the room, as if trying to absorb every detail.
With a gentle push, he opened the door before him, feeling a chill as he crossed through. The moment his feet touched the other side, everything turned dark again.
Samuel woke up abruptly, his mind trying to make sense of the events he had just experienced. A new awareness seemed to light him up from within. He sat up slowly, still processing, but his determination spoke louder.
— Let's see if this works. — he murmured, raising his hand.
With focused intent, he closed his eyes and concentrated on a simple yet meaningful memory: the taste of a chocolate bar he had once eaten in childhood. In an instant, energy flowed from his hands, and a small chocolate bar materialized, solid and real, in his palm.
He held it for a moment, admiring his creation.
— So I can materialize food... — That will be useful.
However, a subtle weight began to settle in his body. A light exhaustion took over, as if something inside him had been drained. He frowned, thinking.
— But it seems that when I create something I don't have... I feel weaker.
He stared at the chocolate for a few seconds, a mix of satisfaction and caution in his thoughts.
— Bringing back forgotten things costs energy. It's not as simple as it seems. I need to be careful with this.
Samuel looked ahead, still holding the bar, feeling the weight of the possibilities — and the limitations — of this new power.
While he pondered, Kuwabara entered the den.
— I told you I'd be back before nightfall. Did you rest well?
Samuel nodded.
— Great. What's that in your hand?
— A chocolate bar. Want some?
Kuwabara lowered his ears in approval. Samuel handed him the bar, and Kuwabara devoured it, amazed by the taste.
— Wow, this is so good! Got more?
— No, but I can get more later.
— Okay then. So, I've been curious since this morning: where are you from, who's this person you're looking for, and how did you do that thing to that creature in the forest?
Samuel began to explain:
— I come from a distant place.
Kuwabara interrupted:
— So you're from another region?
— You could say that. I'm looking for a pup named Alex. I found him during the attack, but he ran away. I don't know if he's okay, but I promised myself I'd find him.
— I see. So he's definitely not your mate.
— No, nothing like that. Stop with those thoughts.
— Sorry.
— As for your last question, I'm not sure yet. But it seems I have the power to bring back what was forgotten.
— A human with powers? Now that I've got to see!
Samuel extended his hand and made a new chocolate bar appear.
— Wow! That's amazing! You have to show this to the others! They'll freak out!
— I can't.
— Why not? With this power, we can win the war!
Samuel reflected:
— This whole war... I wonder why it still goes on. It's only bringing misery to everyone.
Kuwabara, more serious now, replied:
— A few moons ago, the alphas tried to negotiate peace. But the hunters' king called us weak. We refused servitude, and the war went on.
— Who is this king?
— His name is Drak Vorn. A cruel hunter. The only human with powers — or he was. This could all change, Samuel. With your help, we can end this war!
Samuel lowered his head.
— This war will end. I won't let more wolves die like I saw last night.
— Then we have to tell the alpha! — Kuwabara suggested, excited.
— No, we can't. — Samuel responded firmly. — I need you to keep this a secret. Like I said, I'll do everything I can to end this war, but we can't spread this. Otherwise, the war could last even longer.
— Longer? — Kuwabara asked, confused.
— Moons.
— Got it. — Kuwabara replied with a smile. — But you must be hungry. Why don't you eat something? — He looked at the chocolate bar in Samuel's hand.
— You just had to ask. — Samuel replied, tossing the bar to Kuwabara.
— Thanks! — said Kuwabara, eating it happily.
Samuel used his power again and materialized a small box of cookies. As he ate, memories of the past came back to him.
— It's been so long since I've eaten something this good — he thought.
Suddenly, Samuel felt something strange. A feeling hit him, like someone was approaching.
— What's this feeling? Someone's coming — he said, looking toward the door. In a blink, an ice stake flew toward him, but Kuwabara destroyed it before it could hit.
— What was that? — Samuel asked.
— That's ice... I recognize it... Lumaris?! — Kuwabara exclaimed.
A white she-wolf with enormous wings entered the den, visibly distressed.
— How dare you kill my sister?! My only sister! You're going to pay for this, hunter!! — shouted Lumaris, eyes burning with fury.
Samuel stood up, stunned, not understanding. Kuwabara, trying to calm her, stepped forward.
— Calm down, love. This must be a misunderstanding. He's not a hunter.
— He killed Lua, Kuwabara! I SAW HIM NEXT TO HER BODY YESTERDAY! — Lumaris shouted, pain and hatred dripping from her voice.
— He wouldn't do that. He's a friend, he's on our side, love. — Kuwabara insisted.
— Are you really going to keep defending this human who murdered Lua and her family in cold blood?! — Lumaris yelled, furious.
Kuwabara gently held her face, looking into her eyes.
— Love, listen to me. I know you're angry, but you don't have to act like this. We've been together from the beginning, and I've never lied to you. Believe me — it wasn't him.
Lumaris looked deep into Kuwabara's eyes and saw the truth in his words. Trembling, she lowered her ears, confused and overwhelmed by emotion. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, letting out a long, painful howl. Tears streamed from her eyes.
— I'm sorry, Lua... I'm so sorry... — she whispered, curling up as if trying to disappear.
Samuel stepped forward slowly, kneeling beside her. He didn't say anything at first — just rested his hand gently on her shoulder. She didn't resist.
— I didn't know her... but I'm sure she wouldn't want you to carry this pain alone. — he said calmly.
Lumaris slowly turned her face to him, her eyes wet and full of sorrow.
— She was all I had left. I couldn't protect her... and now she's gone... — Her voice broke in sobs.
— I know this pain. I've felt it too. But your sister... she can still be remembered. And as long as we remember those we lost, they're never truly gone.
Lumaris stared at Samuel in silence. For the first time, she saw something different in his eyes — a light that calmed her soul.
— Maybe... maybe you didn't kill her after all. — she murmured, slowly closing her eyes.
— Thank you for listening to me. — Samuel replied, lowering his head respectfully.
Kuwabara smiled, relieved, and lay down beside her.
— I'll stay here with her. She needs time. — he said.
Samuel nodded and walked out of the den in silence, letting them grieve together.
As he stepped outside, the cool wind brushed against his face. He looked up at the dark sky, now scattered with stars, and murmured:
— I won't let anyone else feel this pain. Not while I can do something about it.
He tightened his fists, the fire of determination rising once more in his chest.
The war wasn't over. The pain wasn't gone. But Samuel was there now — and he wouldn't let forgetfulness win again.
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