Shadows of the Sunless Sky

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Jian Yu sat with his back against the cold, cracked wall of their hideout, his eyes staring blankly at the flickering shadows. The firelight danced around him, casting long, twisted shapes across the floor, but nothing seemed to hold his attention. The energy that had once burned bright within him had faded, replaced by an emptiness that gnawed at his heart.

His power—the one that had flared to life in a moment of desperation—had been gone for days. He had tried again and again, but nothing had happened. No light, no warmth. Just the cold void that seemed to grow larger with each passing day.

It was supposed to be a gift. He had thought it was a sign. But now, it felt like a cruel joke, one he had been too naive to understand.

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The Fireflies had been regrouping after their latest raid, the one that had brought them their first real victory in months. They had stolen food, medicine, and supplies from the Lords of Light, and for a brief moment, hope had flickered in their hearts.

But that hope had been short-lived.

One of their own—Xiao, a young girl no older than fourteen—had been struck down during the escape. The guards had caught up to them too quickly, and she had been caught in the crossfire. Jian Yu had seen her fall, her blood staining the dirt beneath her, and he hadn't been able to save her.

The memory haunted him, the image of her lifeless body seared into his mind.

He had tried. He had tried so hard to summon the light, to save her, to do something—anything. But the power that had once filled his hands had deserted him at the moment it was needed most.

And now Xiao was gone.

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Jian Yu had never felt so small.

He sat in the corner of their hideout, away from the others. Mei Lin was busy organizing their supplies, her usual sharp gaze now clouded with something like sorrow, but she hid it well. Lian Hua had gone to tend to the wounded, her face a mask of controlled grief.

The air in the hideout felt heavy, thick with the weight of their loss. Jian Yu's heart felt just as heavy, burdened by the crushing weight of guilt. He had failed. Xiao was dead because he had been too weak to save her.

"Jian Yu."

It was Mei Lin's voice, low and hesitant. She stood in the doorway, watching him with a mixture of concern and something else he couldn't quite place.

"How are you holding up?" she asked, stepping closer.

Jian Yu didn't answer at first. He could feel her eyes on him, but he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. The shame was too much.

"You're not just the Fireflies' hope, Jian Yu," Mei Lin continued, her voice soft but firm. "We've all been through hell. You can't carry it all on your own."

He clenched his fists. "I failed her. I couldn't save Xiao," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I couldn't do anything."

"Jian Yu…" Mei Lin's voice was low, almost sorrowful. She knelt beside him, her eyes filled with sympathy. "You didn't fail. You did what you could."

"I didn't do enough." Jian Yu's voice cracked, the words heavy on his chest. "I had the power, but when it mattered, I couldn't make it work. Maybe I'm not supposed to be this person. Maybe I'm just…" He trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Mei Lin was quiet for a long moment, and when she spoke again, her voice was softer, but no less strong. "The power didn't fail you. It's not the light that failed—it's you who gave up on yourself."

Jian Yu looked up sharply, but Mei Lin didn't look away. Her eyes, usually so fierce, were filled with a steady intensity that left no room for doubt.

"I know what it feels like to lose everything," Mei Lin said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we don't get to decide who we are in the worst moments. We get to decide who we become after. You can't let one loss define you. There's more at stake than just your mistakes."

Jian Yu opened his mouth to argue, but Mei Lin stood and held up a hand to stop him. "If you give up, Xiao's death will be in vain. If you give up, then the rest of us have no hope, either."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the truth of them. Jian Yu wanted to argue, to tell her that he was just a boy, too weak, too broken to carry such a burden. But the look in her eyes stopped him.

"Do you remember what we're fighting for?" she asked quietly, her gaze softening. "For the people who can't fight. For those like Xiao, who never had a chance."

Jian Yu swallowed hard, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. He nodded slowly, his mind grappling with the weight of her words. She was right, of course. But it didn't change the fact that he felt empty, powerless.

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The next few days passed in a haze. Jian Yu couldn't shake the feeling of failure that lingered in his chest. He tried to push it aside, to focus on the Fireflies' plans for the future, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw Xiao's face. And every time he tried to summon the light, it wouldn't come.

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Mei Lin found him again, a few days after Xiao's death. This time, there was no scolding, no tough-love words. She simply sat beside him in silence, her presence a quiet comfort that Jian Yu wasn't sure how to process.

"I don't know what to do," he said finally, his voice raw and defeated. "I thought I had the answer, but it's gone now. I don't even know who I am anymore."

Mei Lin's eyes softened. "You're still Jian Yu. The boy who cares too much. The one who refuses to give up. But even the strongest people need to grieve. You're not weak for feeling lost. Just don't stay there too long."

Jian Yu nodded, but inside, he still felt as though he was drowning in the emptiness. His power, once a beacon of hope, felt like a distant dream—a thing that had never truly been his. The world felt too large, too cruel, and he was just one boy who couldn't save the ones he loved.

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As the days stretched on, Jian Yu withdrew further into himself. The Fireflies continued their work, planning and executing missions, but Jian Yu found it harder and harder to muster the will to fight. The flicker of hope he had once felt was extinguished, and all that remained was the harsh reality of their struggle.

He had been given a power, but it was no longer there when he needed it most. And as the world continued to turn, Jian Yu wondered if he would ever find his way back to the light.

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