Creation Of All Things

The dim light from the holographic screen flickered, casting an eerie glow over Sara's exhausted face. Her body ached, but when she heard Charles's words, all fatigue vanished.

"I've found them, Sara."

She dragged herself forward, eyes narrowing as she focused on the images in front of her.

Two children—no older than eight.

That alone wasn't strange. But their names… their last names.

Dhark.

Her chest tightened.

"Are they connected to the Dhark family?" she asked, her voice low.

Charles shook his head. "I don't think so. I ran a full background check—nothing links them to the family. They're orphans. But there's more..."

Another image flashed onto the screen.

A young man. Sharp features. Intense eyes.

Adam Dhark.

Sara's frown deepened as she turned to Charles, her mind racing.

"Yeah, I thought the same thing," Charles muttered, staring at Adam's face. "He looks exactly like the President's son."

The air grew heavy. The implications were too big to ignore.

Sara exhaled, rubbing her temples as another headache threatened to surface.

"Copy everything to my drive. The President needs to see this. She's the only one who might understand what the hell is going on here."

Charles nodded, already moving to transfer the data. But before she turned to leave, a thought stopped her in her tracks.

"Is Adam the first awakened, or are they still out there?" she asked, her voice calm but sharp.

Charles hesitated, then spoke.

"Everything points to him. And get this—he survived a gunshot to the head."

Sara's lips parted slightly, then curled into something unreadable.

"All three siblings awakened as X-rank superhumans..." she murmured, almost to herself.

Some would call it luck.

Others would call it fate.

But to her, it looked a hell of a lot like something bigger was at play.

Without another word, she turned and walked away, her mind already spinning with the possibilities.

The heavy doors to the presidential office swung open, and Sara stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, save for the golden glow of the desk lamp illuminating the President, who was flipping through a stack of documents.

She barely looked up as Sara approached, exhaustion evident in her posture.

"I hope this is good news," the President muttered, setting the files aside with a sigh. "Because that's exactly what I need right now."

Sara didn't sit. Instead, she walked forward and placed a hard drive on the desk.

"I wouldn't call it good news... but it's not bad news either." Her tone was neutral, but the weight behind her words was unmistakable. "It's... complicated."

The President arched a brow before sighing.

"It always is."

She took the drive, inserted it into her laptop, and waited as the screen flickered to life.

Silence.

Her expression hardened as she scanned the files. Her fingers tapped lightly against the desk before, suddenly—

She chuckled.

A small, knowing smile crossed her lips.

"Just as I expected."

Sara's brows furrowed slightly. "You... knew?"

The President leaned back in her chair, folding her hands together as she met Sara's gaze.

"This is more than good news, child. This changes everything."

Her smile widened.

"You truly are a competent one. I had faith in you... and I see now that it was not misplaced."

The President's eyes remained fixed on the screen, her fingers slightly trembling as she stared at Adam's picture. His face… it was so much like her son's. The resemblance was undeniable.

But then—her expression darkened.

"Orphans?" Her voice was sharp, laced with something between disbelief and anger. She turned her gaze to Sara. "Explain."

Sara had expected this reaction. She took a steady breath before speaking.

"Charles dug into them because of their last name," she began. "He wanted to see if they had any connection to the Dhark family, but there was nothing. No records, no links—not even their parents' identities. It was as if everything about them was erased. The only thing we found was a note in their files: 'Parents deceased.' That's why they ended up as orphans."

Silence filled the room.

The President clenched her jaw, her fingers curling into a fist.

"My son is not dead."

Her voice was firm—unshaken.

"If he was… I would know."

Sara remained silent.

The President leaned back, her gaze turning distant. "And that woman... she wouldn't go down so easily."

Her fingers drummed against the desk.

"She is the Queen of Cryo-Pyrokinesis for a reason."

A hint of something—maybe regret, maybe admiration—flashed in her eyes.

"I never approved of their union at first, but I respected his decision. She was strong. Strong enough that, had things gone differently, she would have reached planetary-level power—the kind only spoken of in legends. Yet, they vanished. And now, you're telling me they're dead?"

She exhaled sharply. "No. Something doesn't add up."

Her gaze sharpened as she looked at Sara again.

"Look deeper into this. If necessary, get Thomas from the Veridian Organization involved. I want answers. My son and his wife are out there."

Her voice dropped slightly, filled with a quiet determination.

"And their children need them."

She grabbed the hard drive and handed it back to Sara.

"Go."

Sara gave a slight nod before turning and walking out, leaving the President alone with the weight of the past.

The president got up and walked to the window, and stood there, and had a smile on her face, "I am a grandmother and my grandkids have the same potential as their father and that woman, all three capable of reaching the planetary level. What more could I ask for." She said like a proud grandmother.

Elsewhere

The night air was cold, the streets dimly lit by flickering streetlights. Adam walked in silence, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his mind racing with everything he had just uncovered.

His parents… the two most powerful superhumans in the world.

His mother, a Dhark. His father, the son of the President, Tatia Williams.

And all this time—his aunt, Gloria Williams, had been watching over him. Watching, but never telling him the truth.

His breath was visible in the cold air as he exhaled.

"Tch… what a day."

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Guess it's time to pay my dear aunt a visit."

His eyes glowed faintly in the dark as data streamed through his mind. The city around him pulsed like a network of invisible threads, each one whispering secrets only he could hear.

"Technopathy really is useful, huh?"

With a flick of his fingers, he sent a silent command through the system.

Location locked.

Gloria Williams, I'm coming.