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Awakened Powers~

Awakened Powers~

LilithCipher

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Samantha Smith's life is shattered when she discovers she's the last hope against the Watchers, a sinister group bent on awakening an ancient force that could end the world. Armed with powers she barely understands, Samantha and her friends must navigate a dangerous web of betrayal, ancient magic, and high-tech warfare.

Chapter 1 One

Samantha Smith's alarm buzzed sharply at 6:00 AM, pulling her from a dream that dissipated as quickly as the sound of her alarm. She groaned, reaching out to silence the insistent beeping, her hand brushing against the soft fur of her cat, Whiskers, who lay curled up on the pillow next to her.

"Good morning to you too," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. The room was bathed in the soft, gray light of early dawn, the city outside just beginning to stir. Samantha yawned and stretched, shaking off the last remnants of sleep.

Her apartment was small but cozy, filled with warm, earth-toned furniture and scattered with personal touches-a bookshelf overflowing with well-loved novels, a few houseplants that were miraculously still alive, and the faint scent of lavender from a diffuser on her bedside table. She loved the quiet mornings when the world was still and she had a moment to herself before the chaos of the day began.

Slipping out of bed, Samantha padded over to the kitchen, her footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floor. She filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. As she reached for the tea, she noticed a strange sensation in her hand-a slight tingle, as if static electricity was dancing just beneath her skin. It was a feeling she had been getting more often lately, and she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

The kettle began to whistle, pulling her out of her thoughts. She poured the steaming water into her mug, watching the tea steep as she leaned against the counter, lost in thought. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, a sense that something was off, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was just the stress of work, or maybe she was just overthinking things.

Whiskers meowed from the doorway, breaking the silence. Samantha smiled and crouched down to scratch him behind the ears. "Alright, alright. Breakfast time."

She prepared a small bowl of food for him and placed it on the floor. As she did, she glanced at the clock-6:20 AM. Still plenty of time before she had to get ready for work. Her routine was down to a science: shower, breakfast, a quick check of emails, and then out the door by 7:30.

Samantha headed to the bathroom, her mind still preoccupied with the strange tingling in her hand. As she brushed her teeth, she noticed something odd in the mirror. For just a second, it looked like her reflection had moved differently than she had-a fraction of a second too late, like a poorly synced video. She blinked, and everything was normal again. She shook her head and laughed at herself. "Get a grip, Sam. You're just tired."

The warm water of the shower was soothing, and by the time she stepped out, the odd feeling from earlier had faded. Wrapping herself in a towel, she quickly dried off and got dressed in her usual work attire-simple, professional, with just a hint of personal flair in the form of a colorful scarf.

She moved back to the kitchen, her tea now perfectly steeped and ready to drink. She took a sip, savoring the warmth, and pulled out her phone to check for any urgent messages. A few work emails, a couple of texts from Sally-her best friend and partner in all things adventurous-mostly about plans to hang out after work.

With time to spare, Samantha sat down at her small dining table, her laptop open in front of her. She scrolled through the news, not really reading, just letting the headlines wash over her. Another day, another set of problems in the world.

As she was about to close her laptop, an email popped up from an unfamiliar address. The subject line read: "You're Not Alone."

Samantha frowned, her finger hovering over the delete button. It was probably just spam, but something about it gave her pause. Curiosity getting the better of her, she clicked it open. The email was short and cryptic:

"We've been watching you. The time is coming. Be ready."

No signature, no context. Just those few unsettling words.

Samantha's heart skipped a beat. She quickly closed the email and shut her laptop, the unsettling feeling from earlier returning with a vengeance. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "It's probably just some prank," she told herself, though she didn't quite believe it.

The clock showed 7:20 AM. Time to leave for work. She grabbed her bag, gave Whiskers a quick pat on the head, and headed out the door, trying to shake off the lingering unease.

The morning air was crisp as she stepped out onto the street. The city was fully awake now, with people bustling about, cars honking, and the hum of everyday life all around. It was familiar and comforting, and it helped to ground her as she walked the few blocks to the subway station.

As she descended the stairs into the station, the noise of the city above was replaced by the rhythmic clatter of trains and the murmur of commuters. Samantha stood on the platform, waiting for her train, her thoughts still circling around that strange email and the even stranger morning she'd had.

The train arrived with a rush of wind, and she stepped inside, finding a seat near the window. The city blurred past as the train picked up speed, and Samantha let her thoughts drift, hoping that work would provide enough distraction to forget about the weirdness of the morning.

But as she stared out the window, the cityscape giving way to the tunnels, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming-something that would turn her life upside down.

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