LUCAS sits cross-legged on his bed, his gaze fixed on the symbol. He traces the archer’s arrow with a finger, feeling a strange tingling in his chest that matches the cool, electric blue of the design.
"Today’s the day. I can feel it—something’s going to change," he whispers to himself, voice filled with mingled hope and apprehension.
LUCAS[/@ch_1] sips his tea, distracted by a flicker of movement outside the window.]
The garden is drenched with dew, each blade of grass shimmering with hints of blue and white. Suddenly, a blue jay darts by, its wings catching the sunlight and scattering it in a flash of indigo and white. LUCAS feels the surge again—a pulse of energy that seems to echo the bird’s flight.
"Is this another sign? Am I actually ready for what’s coming?" he wonders aloud, gripping the mug tighter as anticipation builds.
LUCAS[/@ch_1] stands over the mosaic, heart pounding.]
A sudden gust sends a swirl of blue and white petals around him, and the world grows oddly silent, as if waiting. The symbol on the pavement seems to pulse beneath his feet, and LUCAS feels a magnetic pull, urging him to kneel and touch the center of the archer’s bow.
"It’s like the whole universe is pointing me in one direction," he murmurs, voice trembling with awe and fear.
LUCAS[/@ch_1] stands atop a quiet rooftop, the Sagittarius constellation just beginning to emerge among the stars.]
He holds a sapphire pendant, newly discovered among his late grandmother’s belongings, its surface etched with the same arrow he’s seen all day. As he lifts it to the sky, the pendant glows, casting a pale blue light that seems to connect earth and constellation.
"Grandma always said I’d find my own path—maybe this is it," he says, wonder softening his features as the pendant pulses in his palm.
LUCAS[/@ch_1], the pendant’s glow intensifying until it envelops him completely.]
He feels weightless, filled with a clarity and courage he’s never known before. Visions flash before his eyes—distant places, new challenges, a future shaped by choice and boldness. As the light fades, he stands taller, a gentle confidence radiating from within.
"Whatever this is, I’m ready," he breathes, the Sagittarius arrow now glowing faintly on his wrist—a promise of adventure and growth.
LUCAS gazes out at the city, the future open before him like the sky itself. He closes his hand around the pendant, feeling the steady thrum of purpose in his heart. With one last glance at the stars, he steps toward the rooftop’s edge, ready to follow the arrow—wherever it may lead.
