The Creation of Sona

Adam stood motionless, his eyes fixated on the pulsating purple window that had appeared before him, beckoning him with a message:

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"Would you like to teach your creation, the Psychic Spirit, your language?"

Yes / No

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The moment he read the words, he clicked 'Yes' without a second thought.

Instantly, a surge of energy flowed from him—a smaller, less exhausting burst compared to the wave he'd experienced when he first created the Psychic Spirit.

As the last of the energy dissipated, Adam observed the transformation taking place before his eyes.

The Psychic Spirit's eyes, previously dormant, glowed with a brilliant gold hue. She slowly closed them, as though absorbing something profound, and then, almost ceremoniously, reopened them.

Her gaze was steady and curious as she looked at Adam, and then she spoke in a soft, almost hesitant voice, "Who am I?"

Adam's heart momentarily skipped a beat. The scene evoked memories of Pratham's first moments, the questions he had asked as he sought to understand his purpose.

Shaking off the pang of nostalgia, Adam responded firmly, "I am your creator, Adam. From now on, your name is Sona."

He allowed the name to sink in, feeling a sense of authority and care as he bestowed it upon her. "Your purpose," he continued, "is to follow my commands and assist me in my endeavors."

He could tell Sona was absorbing every word, her blue eyes softening as she processed her new reality.

Without questioning her purpose, as Pratham once had, she simply nodded, awaiting further instruction. Adam took a moment to marvel at this difference.

Unlike before, he had no time to entertain curiosity or questions; urgency tugged at him. There were pressing matters to attend to, and Sona would be his solution.

Sona's soft voice brought him back to the present. "My lord, what can I do for you?" she asked, a hint of anticipation in her tone.

Adam's lips curled in a small, determined smile. This is what I've been waiting for, he thought.

The moment he needed her abilities was finally here. "Sona, I don't have much time," he replied. "I need your help."

Her face softened with a reassuring smile, her deep blue eyes reflecting an unwavering loyalty. "I would do anything for you, my lord. Just tell me."

Adam nodded, gathering his thoughts. "There are people," he said, his voice taut with urgency. "They're far from here, my home, and I need to stop them. Can you do that? Are you capable of halting them?"

A confident smile graced Sona's face as she leaned forward. "Worry not, Lord Adam. Just tell me who they are, how they look, and where they are, and I'll handle the rest."

Adam didn't hesitate. He called for Pratham, who swiftly accessed Adam's phone, loading up the necessary location and images of the intruders.

Handing the device to Sona, Adam showed her the faces and the place she needed to reach.

The glint of steely determination in her blue eyes caught Adam's attention as she studied the images. "Rest assured, Lord Adam," she said, voice steady and resolute. "I will teach them a lesson they'll never forget."

As she prepared to depart, Adam raised a hand to halt her. "Sona, listen closely," he began, his voice soft but firm. "I don't want them killed. Can you handle them without taking lives? There's... someone there who means a lot to me. I don't want them harmed in any way."

A flicker of surprise crossed Sona's face before she nodded, her expression softening with understanding. "Worry not, Lord Adam. I will ensure they live, but I promise to make them remember this encounter for the rest of their lives."

Relieved, Adam looked at her in admiration. He took in the sight of his creation: her deep blue eyes that radiated a mystical energy, and her cascading hair that shimmered a shade of blue, reaching her shoulders.

She was dressed in an attire reminiscent of nature itself—a vibrant green dress and matching shoes, both seeming as though crafted from leaves.

The effect was ethereal, a spirit of the earth embodied in an otherworldly beauty.

With a final nod, Sona vanished, leaving Adam to stare at the empty space she left behind.

Adam blinked, processing the sudden emptiness. She teleported, he realized, a touch of awe coloring his thoughts.

I don't fully understand the extent of her abilities yet, but I trust she'll reach in time… His thoughts turned to Ani, and a surge of hope flooded him.

Please, let her protect Ani from those intruders.

Meanwhile, miles away, three men lurked near Ani's home, preparing to make their move. Just as they crept forward, their eyes scanning the perimeter, the sky above them shifted.

Hovering in the air, Sona gazed down with a cool, commanding presence, her blue eyes casting an intense light that pierced through the dimness.

Her feathered wings allowed her to hover gracefully, her gaze locked on the intruders below.

Speaking with an icy calm that held a promise of consequence, she announced, "By my master's command, I will not kill you… but I won't let you escape unharmed either."

Her voice echoed through the night, and her eyes shifted to a glowing white.

Raising her hands, a soft glow enveloped them, and she extended them towards the men, her power building into a tangible, eerie energy.

Below, the three intruders watched in shock as the familiar surroundings of Ani's home faded, replaced by an endless darkness.

Panic washed over them as one of them—a burly man—called out, "What's happening? Where are we? We were just at that girl's house!"

A second man tried to move forward, but no matter how far he walked, he found himself back where he started, trapped alongside his companions.

The burly man's heart pounded, and he reached out to his fellow, "Grab my hand! We need to stay together!" The others quickly clasped his hands, feeling the cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

As the oppressive darkness deepened, a sinister fog crept closer, enveloping them in a suffocating shroud.

Slowly, from within the haze, skeletons emerged—countless forms that radiated an unnatural, foreboding presence.

Their hollow eyes glowed with a greenish flame, flickering with a life of their own as they approached.

Each skeleton moved in unison, their jawbones clattering in a rhythmic, terrifying chant: "Click, click, click, click."

The three men shrank back, the horror seeping into their very bones as they fell to the ground, trembling.

They tried to flee, but every attempt was futile. It was as if they were running on a treadmill, unable to leave the space where they'd first fallen.

Glancing over their shoulders, they found the skeletons steadily advancing, their eyes burning with an almost sentient rage.

Then, as if in accusation, the skeletons spoke in a ghastly chorus. "Why did you kill us? What was our crime?"

The men's terror deepened. One of them sobbed, "We're sorry! We didn't mean to… please, forgive us! We won't do it again, we swear!"

The skeletons pressed forward, and the men's cries grew more desperate. Sweat poured from their foreheads as they huddled together, crying out for mercy.

From above, Sona observed the scene, her eyes still glowing white. To an outsider, the men appeared frozen, their faces twisted in terror, hands trembling as they clutched each other.

Though they were physically outside Ani's home, they were lost in an illusion crafted by Sona's powers, experiencing the darkest corners of their own minds.

She allowed the vision to continue for a moment longer before speaking, her voice ringing with a final, resolute warning, "Remember this night, for it will haunt you for the rest of your lives. Now leave, and do not return."

At her words, the illusion faded. The men staggered back, their faces pale, and without a second glance, they stumbled away, muttering prayers under their breath as they fled.

Sona watched until they disappeared into the night. Her eyes returned to their usual golden glow, and with a serene calm, she returned to Adam, her duty fulfilled.