Jet was clearly joking when she asked the kid if he had gotten a true name. The only known person who got a True name in the first nightmare was Smile of Heaven. But something was not adding up. She cast a long look on the pale kid in front of her.
On the other side of the table, Sunny felt his mouth beginning to open and put all his will into staying silent. A second passed without him saying anything. Then a familiar pressure appeared in his mind, which soon turned into binding pain.
'Please… oh gods, please, someone—anyone—help me.'
Sunny continued to resist his cruel flaw. But after a few more seconds, he had to give up.
"Yes."
Master Jet leaned in. She straightened, her playful demeanor fading in an instant.
"Really? What's your True Name then?"
Before Sunny could even say, "Please don't ask any more questions," Master Jet hit him with another one.
Glup
He clenched the cutlery in his hands. His breath hitched. His throat locks. His body stiffens. The answer is wrenched from him like a blade dragged from flesh.
"Lost from Light."
All of it happened so fast—too fast for Sunny's mind to even think of something. One second, he was happily eating his food. The next moment, his True name was dragged into the open air like a dying man's confession.
'Can I kill her?'
The answer was no. He couldn't. The only weapon he had was a simple fork. And if the novels and stories he had read held even a shred of truth, the fork would bend long before it ever pierced her throat.
" Your name is Lost from Light huh."
Her words hung in the air. But deep in his soul, something moved and rose from slumber, triumphant. Unbreakable, eternal, irresistible. Complete, perfect, and bitter.
As deep horror drowned his heart, Sunny moved to gaze and looked at Jet.
She furrowed her brow. Then her eyes widened in realization.
..............
"Your name is Lost from Light huh."
After saying that, Jet didn't move. Her posture remains rigid, her expression carefully neutral, but beneath the surface, her mind fractures into a dozen racing threads.
A True Name. In his first Nightmare.
Only one other soul in recorded history had managed that. And now here sits this ragged, pale kid from the outskirts, reeking of desperation and shadow, casually dropping a truth that could upend the entire hierarchy of the Awakened.
He's lying.
"You expect me to believe that? After the nonsense you spouted earlier?"
But then something happened. Her broken soul stirred all of a sudden. A cold, foreign thread coiled around her soul, stitching itself into the fabric of her being.
For a heartbeat, Jet felt nothing but confusion.
Then all of a sudden she felt power coursing to her vein. It felt as if------she now has authority over the sleeper in front of her.
Her gaze flicks to his trembling hands, the barely contained panic in his eyes. She recalls his weird behavior. Combining it with this weird thing that just happened---
No. He's not lying.
'I need to check my runes. Something clearly happened right now.'
Sunny opened his mouth:
"No. I don't expect you to believe it."
She raised her eyebrow. Leaning back, she feigns nonchalance, but her mind churns. The cafeteria's sterile lights suddenly feel oppressive, the hum of distant chatter too loud. Jet had expected a straightforward assignment—another rookie Sleeper to mold. But this… this changes everything.
Her lips twitch, not in amusement but in calculation. If the clans discover that another person got a True name in their 1st nightmare, they'll either claim him or kill him. If the Sovereigns catch wind… she cuts the thought short. Too dangerous.
Yet beneath the pragmatism, something softer stirs. Jet studies him—the way he stares at his fork like it's a lifeline, the raw, animal fear in his posture. She knows that look. She's worn it herself, back in the outskirts, when trust was a liability and survival meant swallowing pride.
But a True Name is synonymous with power and respect. So why is he panicking so much?
Wait, does his true name have something to do with his flaw?
Her eyes immediately widened in realization.
'Runes. I need to check my runes.'
"You're trouble," she mutters, more to herself than him.
He was about to speak when Jet stopped him, pressing a finger to his lips.
"Shhh, not here. You said you wanted to go to the academy, right? Everything is done here then. Follow me."
Funfact : Sunny is 16-17 right now, and Jet is 28ish. So if you were shipping them.
Wop, wop buddy, you not like us.
Also a very short chapter. I wrote this chapter 2 times, because the first time i wrote it, i forgot to save it and closed the tab. And it disappeared like sunny's freedom.
Also did I managed Jet's POV perfectly? I never wrote from a female Pov in past.
Drop your ideas about this what if scenario here. Add it to your collection.
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