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Cyrus Knight arrives in Sunnydale with a secret.Struggling to blend in while subtly guiding events, Cyrus faces the challenge of earning their trust without revealing his knowledge. As Buffy and her friends grow increasingly wary of the mysterious new figure, Cyrus must navigate the delicate balance of protecting them from the shadows. Support me: patreon.com/NeverluckySMILE

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Chapter 6: Echoes of the Past

The night was quiet, a rare moment of peace in the otherwise tumultuous life Cyrus had come to know in Sunnydale. He lay in his small, rented room, staring at the ceiling as the events of the past few weeks played over in his mind. The room was modest, with just a bed, a small desk, and a closet. The faded wallpaper and creaky floorboards gave it a sense of age, but it was a refuge, a place where he could gather his thoughts and recharge. A single window overlooked a narrow alley, allowing a sliver of moonlight to illuminate the space. 

Despite its humble nature, the room held a certain charm. Cyrus had filled it with reminders of his journey—books on demonology and magic, a few personal mementos, and the ever-present scent of incense he burned to help him focus. It wasn't much, but it was his sanctuary.

As he drifted towards sleep, memories of his past began to surface, pulling him back to a time before Sunnydale.

Cyrus Knight was born in a small town in Oregon, a place where everyone knew each other and life moved at a slower pace. His family lived in a modest house on the edge of town, surrounded by dense woods that seemed to stretch on forever. The air was always fresh, the nights filled with the sounds of crickets and owls.

His parents, David and Maria Knight, were ordinary people. David was a mechanic, known for his skill with cars and his honest, hardworking nature. Maria was a schoolteacher, loved by her students for her patience and kindness. They were simple folk, grounded in their values and devoted to their family.

Cyrus's childhood was, for the most part, idyllic. He spent his days exploring the woods, playing with his friends, and helping his father in the garage. He was a curious child, always asking questions and eager to learn. His parents encouraged his inquisitive nature, providing him with books and answering his endless stream of questions with as much patience as they could muster.

But there was something different about Cyrus, something that set him apart from the other kids. He had a keen sense of intuition, an ability to sense things that others couldn't. It started with small things—knowing when someone was about to knock on the door, predicting the weather with uncanny accuracy. His parents brushed it off as mere coincidence, but Cyrus knew there was something more to it.

When he was ten years old, his powers began to manifest more clearly. One evening, while helping his father in the garage, he accidentally knocked over a heavy toolbox. Instinctively, he reached out his hand, and to his astonishment, the toolbox stopped in mid-air before gently settling back on the workbench. His father witnessed the event, his eyes wide with shock.

"Did you see that?" Cyrus asked, his voice trembling.

David nodded slowly, his mind struggling to process what he had just seen. "I did. How did you do that?"

"I don't know," Cyrus replied, his heart pounding. "It just... happened."

David sat down, wiping his hands on a rag. "We need to keep this between us, Cyrus. People might not understand."

From that day on, Cyrus practiced his abilities in secret, honing his skills and learning to control them. His mother, though initially skeptical, came to accept and even support his unique talents. She would bring home books on mythology and folklore, hoping to find some explanation for her son's gifts.

High school was a difficult time for Cyrus. He was careful not to reveal his powers, but the strain of keeping such a significant part of himself hidden took its toll. He often felt isolated, unable to fully connect with his peers. He focused on his studies, finding solace in books and the pursuit of knowledge.

However, things took a turn when Cyrus was fifteen. His parents were killed in a car accident, leaving him devastated and alone. With no close relatives to take him in, he bounced around the foster care system, moving from one home to another. Each move was a fresh start but also a reminder of the stability he had lost.

When he turned sixteen, Cyrus ran away from his latest foster home. He had learned to rely on himself and his abilities to survive. He spent the next year on the run, using his powers discreetly to get by. Eventually, he heard rumors of a town in California, a place where strange things happened and the supernatural was more than just a myth. He decided to head to Sunnydale, hoping to find answers and perhaps a sense of belonging.

As the memories faded, Cyrus felt a profound sense of gratitude for his parents and the foundation they had given him. They had taught him to embrace who he was, to use his gifts wisely, and to always strive for good. Their love and support had shaped him into the person he was today, ready to face the challenges of Sunnydale and protect those he cared about.

With a deep sigh, Cyrus closed his eyes, allowing sleep to finally take him. The past was a part of him, but it was the future that called to him now. And he was ready to answer.