Aaradhya’s heart raced as she approached the old oak tree in the town square. The moon was full overhead, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. As she reached the tree, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Kaito. “Aaradhya, I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, his eyes gleaming with intensity. “What do you want from me?” Aaradhya demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. “I want to teach you how to control your powers,” Kaito replied. “You’re in grave danger, Aaradhya. There are those who will stop at nothing to claim your abilities for themselves.” Aaradhya hesitated, unsure if she could trust Kaito. But something about him drew her in, made her believe he was telling the truth. “Okay,” she said finally. “I’ll learn.” Kaito nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Then let’s begin.” And with that, Aaradhya’s training started. She learned how to harness her powers, how to defend herself, and how to uncover the secrets of her past… But as she delved deeper into her abilities, Aaradhya realized that Kaito was hiding something from her. Something big. What was it? And how would it change everything?
As Aaradhya’s training progressed, she began to notice strange occurrences around her. Equipment would malfunction, and strange noises could be heard in the night. It was as if something was trying to disrupt her progress. “Kaito, what’s going on?” Aaradhya asked, her frustration growing. “I don’t know,” Kaito replied, his brow furrowed in concern. “But I think it’s connected to your powers. You’re getting stronger, Aaradhya. And someone doesn’t like it.” Aaradhya’s eyes narrowed. “Who?” Kaito hesitated before answering. “I’m not sure yet. But I think it’s someone close to us. Someone we trust.” Aaradhya’s mind raced with possibilities. Who could it be? And what did they want from her? As she pondered these questions, a loud crash echoed through the room. Aaradhya turned to see a bookshelf lying on the floor, books scattered everywhere. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper, caught between the pages of a fallen book. A message, scrawled in red ink: “You’ll never control your powers. You’ll never be free.” Aaradhya’s heart skipped a beat. Who was behind this? And what did they want from her?